The Duke's Son :Re-Chapter 48

Dozens of targets with a diameter of 0.5 centimeters randomly appeared and disappeared repeatedly in a range of five hundred meters.

Tang tang tang!

Roh Jun-Yeop grinned after firing twelve bullets and hitting the targets perfectly.

“Good.” He finished the simulation, and the shooting range became dead quiet.

The dozens of shooting lanes that stretched out on either side of him were empty. The manager of the Shooting Club was practicing, so who dared to wander nearby? Anyone who did would be fools deserving a bullet through their forehead.

“Hmph. This is how things should be at the shooting range. Nice and quiet.”

The night before, Roh Jun-Yeop had returned to school for the first time in a week, and what he saw sent him into a rage.

A bunch of riffraff were filling up the shooting range.

Of course, any student of Lion’s Castle could use the shooting ranges, and there was also a separate shooting range dedicated to the Shooting Club. But Roh Jun-Yeop liked to use the Number-Sixteen lane of Shooting Range Two.

The location was both in the center of the building and in the center of all the shooting lanes.

One day, he would become the hero of the world, so it was only right for him to be at the center of everything.

“You’re using an entire shooting range just to practice by yourself?”

“Just?” Roh Jun-Yeop snorted and looked behind himself.

A girl with her hands and feet bound was staring at him. Her short hair and makeup-free face sought practicality, but she was no less beautiful for it.

Roh Jun-Yeop smirked. His thick- and droopy double eyelids made him seem even more greasy.

He said, “I can’t think of anything more important than my personal training-time. You’re ignorant as a freshman, so you don’t know. But my value is greater than the whole school combined.”

He swept back his long hair; stretched out his arms as if to embrace the world; and pronounced with a musical voice,

“I am the embodiment of talent who turned the magic power measurement device black and the youngest silver medalist in the shooting competition hosted by the Association! I am an invisible sniper who will terrorize players of other countries as soon as I graduate and debut as an active player! I am the silent Grim Reaper! The beautiful Grim Reaper! The sweat shed by the greatest shooting genius of all time, Roh Jun-Yeop, is directly linked to national interest!”

“Hiik... ”

Roh Jun-Yeop’s excruciating self-praise was at the level of inducing vomiting. The girl’s face turned white. She felt nauseous at his words but continued to ask questions.

“Did you use Baek Do-Jin as a scapegoat in order to empty the shooting range?” Unlike her cute appearance, her sharp purple eyes shone fiercely.

The girl’s identity was Chae Da-Hee. After waking up in the morning and hearing news about Do-Jin, She’d rushed to the shooting range to get to the bottom of it. She was ultimately captured, but more than ten members of the Shooting Club were still groaning in pain behind her.

Even Roh Jun-Yeop had been slightly impressed.

“That’s right. I used Baek Do-Jin,” Roh Jun-Yeop confessed. “Actually, I was lucky. Yesterday was a good reminder that a hero like myself is someone gifted with good fortune.”

Baek Do-Jin was both a weakling and a fool who never bent in his convictions.

Others called Baek Do-Jin a mad dog, and after seeing him at the shooting range, Roh Jun-Yeop had decided to take to take advantage of his personality.

Finding an excuse to act was easy. He’d only needed to exchange a few words before Beak Do-Jin made a scene. Then, he’d beaten him senseless.

“I only heard about the mad dog, but he truly lives up to his reputation. He kept trying to get up even as he bled and howled in pain. I stomped on him for a long time, but he was like a toy that wouldn’t break. In any case, it worked. All the riffraff fled, and as you can see, the range has stayed peaceful since.”

“...Bad person.”

Just what did Roh Jun-Yeop say to provoke Do-Jin into causing a scene? Da-Hee’s eyes grew colder after learning more about what happened yesterday.

Roh Jun-Yeop snorted. “What’s wrong with me protecting my training environment by kicking out the riff raff who come to the shooting range for fun? Aren’t you the devil who came running over in the morning, assaulting my members, and disrupting our training?”

“I-I didn’t mean to attack them! They attacked first. I had to defend myself!”

“I’m blaming you. You did well.”

"......?"

“I’m sure the first-year teachers—those losers who retired early as players—will disagree, but the virtue required the most by players in society is strength. How dare anyone blame us, you or me, for wielding force out of necessity?”

Roh Jun-Yeop took out an arcane combat pistol. “However, a bit of discipline is needed for a cheeky junior who doesn’t recognize the greatness of her senior.”

Lazily, he loaded the non-lethal ammunition into his weapon, making his intentions clear. He would make her look exactly like Baek Do-Jin.

“......”

Da-Hee had already loosened the ropes binding her arms and legs. She was prepared to launch a surprise counterattack the moment Roh Jun-Yeop pulled the trigger.

However, when Roh Jun-Yeop pointed his gun, it wasn’t at her.

Aiming toward the window, he asked, “Is friendship a fad among the freshmen this year? If you wanted to live out a teen drama, you should’ve gone to a normal school.”

Tatang!

"......!"

The moment the gun fired, Da-Hee realized how great the abilities of a top second-year student was.

The bullet curved, slipping through the narrow gap of the open window. It was so precise that it seemed unbelievable.

The bullet flew outside the firing range and exploded somewhere Da-Hee couldn’t see.

Baaaaang!!

The power was also terrifying.

Da-Hee felt the vibration from the ground and gulped nervously. So strong. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

So this was the manager of the club. It seemed Roh Jun-Yeop’s abilities were as great as his arrogance.

I-Isn’t this too different from Do-Jin?

Da-Hee had sparred with Do-Jin more than a dozen times. Although his personality was eccentric, he was a senior with respectable skills. However, Roh Jun-Yeop’s strength was overwhelming.

It was on a different level.

Da-Hee suddenly realized why, Do-Jin’s level is low compared to his abilities...

Do-Jin’s Initial Skill was Flash Steps. It was something he couldn’t control, so using it recklessly was tantamount to digging his own grave. A Skill like that couldn’t be used much in true combat, and without his Initial Skill, his hunting speed had to be slower than his peers. Do-Jin probably lost experience to his classmates every time they trained.

“Hoh? You’re okay?”

Roh Jun-Yeop had an intrigued look on his face.

His level was close to 60, and one of his two main stats was Insight. His instincts and senses were comparable to a top player, so he was the first to hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

The moment after Da-Hee heard the footsteps, the tall window shattered.

Roh Jun-Yeop’s expression distorted. “This rude bastard. Does he think I fired a curved shot because I don’t know how to break the window?”

Breaking things in his sacred shooting range?

“Grab that bastard and make him kneel in front of me.”

“Yes!”

Dozens of Shooting Club members appeared from all over the shooting range, holding bows and guns.

They transitioned seamlessly from taking cover to aiming.

Their combined fire poured toward the intruder beyond the collapsed window frame.

No matter how non-lethal the bullets, there were still dozens of them.

If hit, there should be no bones left to pick up. And yet, the intruder was unscathed despite being hit by their focused fire.

The intruder stepped into the shooting range without flinching.

“Bone armor?”

The intruder was a green-haired boy covered in full-body skeletal armor.

“A necromancer,” someone murmured nervously.

This was the Bloodline Skill of the strongest family in Austria. Another term for a necromancer was a one-man army.

One by one, the members of the Shooting Club put down their weapons.

Roh Jun-Yeop was the only person there who was courageous enough to point his weapon at a National Treasure candidate.

“I’d heard that one of the Baus family’s blood came here as an exchange student. However, I didn’t expect to meet you like this.”

Roh Jun-Yeop’s dream was to become a National Treasure. He was well aware that National Treasure candidates were different from ordinary players. But rather than lose his fighting spirit, his will to fight burned even brighter.

“According to the rumors, you’re enemies with Baek Do-Jin, but it seems like that’s not the case? Whatever, I’m not interested.”

Roh Jun-Yeop bared his teeth in a wide smile and pointed his pistol at the green-haired boy. “As expected, I was born with good luck. If I knock you down here, will I be a National Treasure candidate starting today?”

Roh Jun-Yeop pulled the trigger five times without hesitation.

No armor in the world was perfectly sealed. Roh Jun-Yeop had identified and aimed at the small gaps in the armor. And by firing first, he’d denied his opponent the opportunity to close the distance.

It was a fight he couldn’t lose.

I will win... Roh Jun-Yeop was immersed in his excitement when a chill suddenly went down his spine. Trusting his instincts, he quickly stepped back

Four white hands rose from the ground and narrowly missed his feet.

What? I definitely hit him?

All five bullets had clearly hit Loren’s joints, and the power of his Skill meant that each bullet delivered a powerful impact.

However, Loren fought back without pause?

“The great powers of Europe fight fiercely. Newly awakened children are being thrown into gates, diving straight into the line of fire”—As Loren spoke, he reached into the holes on his armor and extracted each of the bullets with a nonchalant expression.

Watching Loren, Roh Jun-Yeop was shaken for the first time.

Of course, what Roh Jun-Yeop used was a non-lethal bullet, so it couldn’t pierce Loren’s skin and only bruised him. Still, the skin beneath Loren’s cracked armor was deeply bruised. How had he not even flinched?

“On the other hand, the weak Korean children are playing with toys.”

The skull that Loren was wearing as a helmet slowly opened its jaw.

It wasn’t Loren’s mouth that was revealed, but a panel of bone studded with rows of bone spikes..

“What right does South Korea have to become complacent in peacetime? No, it’s unsuitable for Do-Jin to stay here. It will only make him weak.”

The open mouth of Loren’s skull mask ejected a continuous spray of needle-like bone fragments.

Each one was immensely powerful.

Anything directly before Loren would be turned into a honeycomb.

This bastard!

Was Loren really trying to kill him?

Roh Jun-Yeop’s eyes widened as he felt Loren’s horrific killing intent.

He nervously threw away his arcane gun and pulled out the revolver hanging from his waistband.

It was an epic-grade weapon. He was prepared to kill Loren in order to survive. “Die... ”

“What do you mean by die?”

“Uh?”

Roh Jun-Yeop’s pupils trembled.

The moment he drew his gun, a hand had suddenly appeared and taken it away. It was several times more terrifying than when Loren had fired his bone from his face.

He didn’t have time to figure out what was going on. His senses were loudly warning him.

This is dangerous. I need to leave right now.

However, the Kang family’s sword-drawing technique was much faster than he could react.

Bam!

“Eek.”

Roh Jun-Yeop collapsed after being hit on the back of the head.

A voice said, “Stop breaking things. From now on, this shooting range is my team’s territory.”

“...Kang Jae-Hyeok.”

Lauren's golden eyes held a strange heat after this uninvited guest suddenly appeared and stole his prey.