Ji Won burst through the door of Baek Yoosung's door. His breathing ragged and coming the form of short gasps—heart beating so fast that it might just pop like a balloon.
"Senior-"
He was cut off as Baek Yoosung was already standing in front of—wearing a blue tracksuit with the his name written in small letters across the chest and surprisingly, a small girl—probably 10 years old that resembled him a bit too much was on his shoulders.
"I already know what you idiots did. Its all good. This isn't the first time it has happened and it won't be the last."
Ji Won's frayed nerves calmed down a bit—his heart finally relaxing as he looked up at Baek Yoosung and the small girl on his shoulders.
"Senior, is that your daughter-"
Baek Yoosung karate chopped the top of his head in annoyance with a large frown on his face—the little girl giggling on his shoulder.
"Sister. My younger sister. Dumbass. I'm a student. How can I get a daughter?"
Before Ji Won could reply—Sae Jaehyun skid down the hallway. Jumping into the dorm room with a loud crash as he landed on his face, the cupboards falling onto him.
"Ow.."
Baek Yoosung's frown deepened even more—he almost seemed repulsed by their behavior.
"All of you! Leave! Go into the courtyard where the Club Alliance is holding the meeting. I'm gonna come after cleaning this shit up."
Ji Won dragged Sae Jaehyun from beneath the cupboard. A small sheepish smile on their faces—one that was put up to appease some of Baek Yoosung;s wrath.
They hastily walked towards the courtyard. But just before Ji Won himself stepped on—he slowed down, letting Sae Jaehyun go first as Ji Won opened his system screen.
'Lets roll one last time. The Tank Class isn't that good. Even if I fail I still have the Pyromancer trait.'
Sae Jaehyun walked onto the courtyard—unbeknownst to him Ji Won was far behind him.
'I hope that there's not a fight with the Club Leaders. Their a bit too strong for me and Ji Won right now.'
On the courtyard benches. There were a total of four people, each dressed in the school uniform but with varying body types and even weapons.
A person approached him—none other than Dan Daesung. The one Ji Won had first met in the library. He was even taller and more gigantic now.
He put his hand forward—his expression as calm and composed as ever. His confidence almost unnerving.
"Sae Jaehyun right? I'm Dan Daesung. The Club Leader of the Tank Club."
Sae Jaehyun shook his hand—feeling the club leader's strong. Almost vice like grip.
"Yeah.. I expected so. What's the meeting about anyway?"
Dan Daesung sighed deeply. Crossing his arms over his chest—he was definitely annoyed and even a bit angry underneath that cool and nonchalant exterior of his.
"Well. You've hit a student from GNU and now, his faction is going to come here for you. And we can't have that."
Ji Won slowly stepped onto the courtyard as Dan Daesung recognized him immediately. Eyes flickering both with annoyance and recognition.
"Hey. Your the kid I gave the book to right? You didn't return it to me."
Ji Won nodded silently. It looked as if his mood was a bit—off. It could even be described as a little bit angry and irritated.
'Damn it... I don't have time for that right now.'
Sae Jaehyun raised an eyebrow in confusion—how did Ji Won's mood change all of a sudden? Did something happen?
But—before anyone could ask a short young boy stood up. He looked like he was barely twelve but he was holding a sword that was almost as large as his whole body.
"Well. I suppose that we'll have to punish them right? Daesung?"
Dan Daesung's eyes narrowed a bit as he stepped in front of them both in a protective manner—preventing the small boy from doing anything drastic.
"No need for that. This isn't the first time it has happened."
A small scoff was heard from the benches—a slender and tall blonde girl with heavy makeup and expensive accessories like earrings and necklaces across her upper body.
Her eyes were unnaturally wide and long eyelashes were forced onto them, her skin was most likely also filled to the brim with Botox and other artificial enhancements.
If she wasn't wearing that much makeup she might have been actually attractive—but she just had to ruin her natural beauty by going too far.
"Come on, he's too ugly to get an excuse for that. I as the leader of the Mage Club vote for Sae Jaehyun's immediate punishment. But the other boy.. He can be let go."
She said that last part with a scheming—almost perverted smirk. Her teeth so bright and 'perfect' that they didn't match her face.
That statement made Ji Won want to punch her face into the ground. But he restrained himself, clenching his hands into fists.
Keep control Ji Won. You're already in deep waters. No need to drown yourself even more. These guys are basically the best of the best.
The final club leader was silent. He was wearing a hoodie instead of the usual long coat—so his face was covered up. But he seemed to be the strongest of them all for now.
Dan Daesung took in a deep breath—drawing his silver broadsword that gleamed in the sunlight like bright burning flames.
"Listen. We can't do this. We need to hold a vote with the other club leaders first."
The short boy Grinned. Also drawing his weapon from his sheath—a brilliant blue rapier with a golden handle.
"Oh you really want to do this?"
Ji Won stepped in between them with a stoic and focused expression, eyes narrowed—the system screen floating in front of him. Displaying a message only he could see.
[User Can Not Roll For Classes For Now. Reason: Neglecting The Gambling System For A Day.]
[User Shall Have To Complete A Mission In Order To Gain Access To The Gambling System!]
[Mission: Defeat Someone Stronger Than The User Physically. (Killing And Teaming Up Are Not Allowed)]
[Reward: +1 Gambling Token! +1 Level! +3 New Classes! (Uncommon: Assassin, Dual Wielder, Healer)]
[Penalty In Case Of Failure: User Can Not Roll For New Classes Until The Next Mission—Also User Could Die At The Hands Of His Opponent! :D]
The hooded student finally stood up—walking towards Ji Won. But Sae Jaehyun put a hand forward. Stopping him in his tracks.
"Back off before I punch your teeth in."
The hooded student almost seemed offended that someone like Sae Jaehyun would even touch him—he headbutted Sae Jaehyun as the boy stumbled back a bit.
"Oh.. Your going to regret this.."
Ji Won looked at the system screen floating in front of him—the bane of his existence right now. It wasn't time to hesitate. It was time to gamble.
'Alright.. Lets get this party started. Baek Yoosung will be here soon and considering his reputation. They Club Leaders will be scared shitless of him'
Ji Won had already lunged forward—arm reeled all the way back before he tried to punch the short boy in the face. But without surprise. The boy blocked the punch with his rapier with ease.
"Your pretty weak. Don't tell me your level isn't even 10 yet. I'm all the way over 40. Idiot."
Ji Won remained calm—he pushed his fist further into the rapier, the edge of the blade digging into his skin, blood seeping out from the cut. But it wasn't that painful. Thanks to The Pride Of A Masochist skill.
"The rapier is a bad weapon choice. Club leader Jo Jung-hwa. It can't slash like other swords now can it?"
Jo Jung-hwa smirked in arrogance—not caring about his weapons weakness. Since he wasn't expecting Ji Won to last that long.
But Ji Won's lips upturned into a small smirk, momentarily confusion Jo Jung-hwa
'The Pyromancer skill sure is useful huh?'
Ji Won's hand suddenly ignited in bright blue flames, surprising everyone—including Jo Jung-hwa who jumped away. Eyes widened and jaw slacked open in awe.
"What? A Pyromancer? Weren't you a tank?!"
Ji Won glanced at Sae Jaehyun who was already a bit damaged. Holding his daggers in each hand against the hooded club leader—completely undamaged except the small cut on his shoulder, a few drops of blood gathering there.
Ji Won looked back at the flabbergasted club leaders with a confident exterior but internally? He was screaming.
"I can copy. Not classes or fighting styles. Just skills. Even then, do you really want me to copy your skills?"
Jo Jung-hwa took a deep breath—reluctantly sheathing his sword before shaking his head from side to side.
"No.. You win this time Hyuk Ji Won. At least you didn't ride on Baek Yoosung's coattails."