Chapter 63: Bet (4)
by fnovelpia
The administrator told Lightning Punch something even I didn’t know about myself.
“You’re the Smashing Pot Saintess, right? You’re often seen on Hunter Gallery too.”
“No way. Really?”
Hunter Gallery?
Wasn’t I on the Returnee Gallery?
“Huh? I was talking about Returnee Gallery. Am I famous on other galleries too?”
“Of course! Look at this.”
The woman handed me her phone.
On the screen was the Hunter Gallery, and I was shocked by what I saw.
I was famous for quite a few reasons.
Some for teaching arrogant hunters from notable guilds a lesson, others simply because I was beautiful, and then there were those who just called me a psycho crazy woman.
Among them was one post with an extremely annoying username.
[Author: Holy Saintess Noona of Big Bazoongas]
[Title: The Saintess’s Big Boobs are Truly Legendary]
Who the hell is this?!
This author, going by the ridiculous name, posted a gif showing my chest bouncing in full motion while praising me.
Even I admit it’s a bit sexy, but still, did they have to make a gif of my chest jiggling?
They even posted a close-up of my face.
“..?”
Who the heck took these pictures?
No matter how I look at it, the angles are different from the ones taken during the early Tower of Destruction days.
There’s an orc in the shot, so it must have been during the orc event.
But none of the people I met during the gallery gathering were in a position to be snapping photos like that.
And none of them would’ve secretly filmed me like this either.
That leaves only one suspect.
- A creepy username targeting me
- Based on the username, if it’s a girl, she’s likely a lesbian
- Unilateral praise
There’s only one person I’ve met recently who fits all three criteria: Jeon Taeyeon from the Heavenly King Guild.
It’s definitely her.
She’s the one who posted my jiggling chest.
“W-Why are you so angry, Saintess?”
“Why are you suddenly emitting killing intent?”
Oh, was I?
Well, it happens.
I guess it’s natural for men or lesbians to ogle pretty women’s pictures, watch videos, and secretly save them.
I’ll deal with her later and smash her pot.
“No, it’s nothing. So, about the bet. Minji won, right?”
Let’s just get the victory stamped and move on.
“Yes, yes, that’s right.”
Gah, such arrogance.
“Heheh! See? I told you my sister would win!”
“I can’t accept it! My uncle would never lose!”
Looks like they’re fighting again.
I turned my head as if I expected the uncle to step in.
“T-Taehyung…”
“There’s no way my uncle could lose! Right, uncle?”
This is why I hate kids the most.
They just won’t accept reality.
You can’t even get mad at them because they’re just kids, and all they do is whine.
-You’d be in big trouble if you ever had kids.
Why would I have them?
I’m not even sure if I physically can, and I definitely won’t.
I hate kids more than anything.
Kids should at least be mature like Minji.
“Well, that…”
“Why can’t a boy accept it? My sister won by a landslide, not by a close margin!”
“Shut up!”
Trying to stop a kids’ fight might turn into an adult fight.
Minji should just cut off someone like Taehyung, but instead, she keeps responding to every provocation.
It’s a mess.
She should just ignore him and take him down without anyone noticing.
“Hmm. How about trying something new?”
The administrator adjusted her glasses and made a strange suggestion.
What does she want to try?
Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten involved in this kid’s fight?
No, I won’t be an irresponsible adult like Yoo Jeong.
“Something new?”
“It’s more like practice, but since we have the famous Saintess here, what do you think?”
What do I think?
Are they suggesting another round?
“What is it?”
“It’s a newly designed artificial dungeon. After clearing one room, it infinitely repeats.”
The administrator handed me a pamphlet.
The pamphlet described the new dungeon in Korean, Japanese, and English, likely for export or for hunters studying abroad.
“So, even if you clear one room, it repeats endlessly?”
“Yes.”
So it’s for competition.
It’s about who’s more skilled—how many times you can clear the dungeon within a set time.
By doing that, you naturally build up skills.
You learn faster hunting methods and increase your speed.
“So, it’s for competition, right? To see who can clear the dungeon the most in a limited time?”
It fits well with the chaotic modern hunter society.
It’s about pitting hunters against each other to improve their skills.
Should Minji be doing this later too?
“Of course.”
“So how long do you plan on setting the time limit?”
Maybe fifteen minutes would be good?
I could smash through each room with Holy Crash over and over.
“We’ll set the time for thirty minutes, considering both of your abilities.”
“And during that time, it’s about who clears the most rooms, right?”
“Yes.”
It’s all about who can smash through the most dungeon rooms.
Exactly that.
“It might be good to settle this properly. So, what do you think, Lightning Punch?”
“If you give me the chance, I’ll do it!”
He sure talks big.
“See? You’re only redoing it because your sister didn’t do well, right?”
“Stop talking nonsense. You’re twisting the facts! My sister was only offered the challenge!”
Ugh, they’re so noisy.
I wish both of them would just shut up.
No, honestly, I’m just mad.
Especially when I look at that kid, Taehyung—he reminds me of that girl Yoo Jeong from long ago.
Come to think of it, Park Yoo Jeong used to follow Park Siwoo around like that when she was younger too.
And look how things turned out later.
Hmm.
I’m starting to get irritated.
I shouldn’t get riled up by a kid’s taunts at my age, but it’s still making me mad.
“Kid, not all adults are going to go easy on you just because you’re young.”
Should I just raise my mace?
There’s a limit to patience.
“I apologize. Taehyung’s still just a child.”
Lightning Punch tried to get the kid to bow his head.
But I decided to pour some cold water on the situation.
“If he’s a kid, you should teach him. Why can’t you just tell your nephew straight? ‘This uncle lost! The uncle who claimed to be a hero of justice lost!’”
“Hmph! It was only because of that weapon! My uncle didn’t lose!”
Snap.
That was enough to raise my blood pressure.
“Only because of the weapon.”
Huh?
Even if it’s a magic-infused weapon, the user still needs enough strength to wield it properly.
“Kid, there may be plenty of magic-infused weapons out there, but this mace has no special effects.”
I dropped the mace on the ground as if to prove a point.
Kwoooom!
With a huge sound, dust kicked up, and the mace firmly embedded itself in the ground.
The concrete or marble floor was completely destroyed.
The woman who appeared to be the administrator adjusted her glasses and looked startled.
“How heavy is that mace, anyway?”
Who knows?
I don’t even know.
I just pick it up.
There’s nothing in the world that could measure its weight.
It was given by a god, so it’s probably ridiculously heavy.
“I have no idea. I just swing it for training.”
It’s light to me.
If you’re jealous, maybe you should try getting chosen by a goddess~
“For something like that, you don’t seem to have any muscles at all.”
Of course not.
It’s a body blessed by the gods.
Why ruin its beauty with muscles?
“That’s because this is a divine body. I won’t ruin the beautiful figure with muscles.”
“Well, that’s kind of enviable.”
I slipped in a humble brag about my physique.
Behold, no matter how much training I do, no muscles will form.
What do you think of a pretty body that stays the same even after all that exercise?
“It’s really got no magic at all!”
Hoho.
“Of course. This is the mace I used to defeat the Demon Lord.”
“A mace that defeated the Demon Lord?”
That reaction suited a hero-like guy.
His eyes sparkled at the mention of the Demon Lord.
“Yes. It’s from a fantasy world, after all. If you can lift it, I’ll consider treating you to a meal.”
“Really?”
His eyes sparkled even more, like an excited puppy.
He’s so easy to fool—it’s cute.
At my suggestion, he clenched his fist.
“Yes. I’ll give you a day. I meant we could go on a date.”
“I’ll definitely succeed!”
“Good luck.”
I couldn’t stop smiling.
It was time to show this arrogant kid just how helpless his uncle really was.
Lift this?
Impossible.
“Then! I’ll give it a try!”
Lightning Punch grabbed the mace with both hands.
“Kid, watch carefully. Your uncle’s about to show you how proudly he lifts this mace.”
Let’s see how weak your uncle really is.
“Hmph! Of course! He’s my uncle! It’s my dream to be just like him!”
Well, that dream’s about to be crushed.
You’ll see how powerless your uncle is.
“Hrrraaaahhh!”
Lightning Punch used every ounce of strength to try and lift the mace.
Seeing him trying to lift it with both hands while almost kneeling was pitiful.
Crrrack.
A strange sound came from Lightning Punch’s forearm.
He couldn’t lift it, but because he was forcing it, his bones had given out.
“Hm?”
“What’s this? That’s all you got?”
“Kim Yun-sik, the man, won’t fall like this. Hrrraaaah!”
No matter how hard he tries, it’s not going to work.
“What a lunatic. Hey! Your arm’s going to break!”
The manager tried to stop him, slapping her palm against him, but—
“Uuugh! What is this? No, I have to try harder!”
His desperate attempts to lift it made him look even more pitiful.
Poor guy, I feel bad for him.
“Seriously, are you doing this over a girl?”
I’m telling you, if it were me, I’d give up.
Know your limits, man.
And the foolish kid next to him was about to cry.
He probably didn’t expect his uncle to be this weak.
“No, this is different! A man’s pride is on the line!”
It must have triggered his competitive spirit because he glanced at me and started lifting even harder.
Tsk tsk.
It’s impossible.
This is where Lightning Punch will meet his end.
There’s no way a mere human can lift something made by the gods.
“I’m telling you, it’s too much.”
“Hrrraaaahh!”
The hot-blooded hero started summoning electricity throughout his body as he tried to lift the mace.
Why doesn’t he realize that the fact he has to try so hard with both hands means he’s already lost to me?
Crrrack!
And then both of Lightning Punch’s arms broke.
Wait, is he actually lifting it?
What’s going through his head?
This is why giving brute strength to fools is dangerous.
They’ll think that strength alone can solve anything and end up getting hurt.
He should’ve known when to stop and give up.
“So, are you ready for that new dungeon you mentioned?”
He’s not seriously going to sweep through a dungeon with broken arms, is he?
“Well, our guild healer can fix my arms, so it should be fine.”
“Oh, is that so?”
I guess the world has advanced a lot.
Healing can fix broken bones just like that, huh?
“By the way, just how heavy is this thing?”
Lightning Punch, now with his arms reattached by the healer, asked.
“I told you, I have no idea. You forced yourself to lift it, so don’t expect me to know.”
Seriously, who told him to lift it like a fool?
“Ugh.”
“Well, anyway, that’s it for now. Get healed and let’s head out.”
The second experimental dungeon was over in no time.
And, of course, the result was the same.
Lightning Punch was thoroughly defeated by me once again.
He must’ve thought he could win by sheer stamina, but that wasn’t going to happen.
The difference in stamina was exactly why I could lift this mace after all.
And with that, a boy’s dream and hopes were shattered.
“I lost.”
Lightning Punch admitted defeat.
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