Chapter 17- Monster Association 5

“I can’t accept it! The guy who used to carry my camera defeated Blade? Ha! Fine, I’ll allow it. It was live, so I can’t not believe it. But it was all thanks to that shovel!” Yoo Il-am pointed at the shovel and exclaimed triumphantly. Was it because his voice was unexpectedly loud?

‘This is getting interesting.’

‘I hope they both fight and end up in jail.’

‘Thanks to that shovel?’

The gazes of people passing through the Monster Association garden converged. They looked back and forth between the two young men and immediately understood the situation. It was like sworn enemies meeting on a narrow bridge.

“So?” Regardless of what those around him were thinking, Choi Kang-sik remained indifferent.

“What?”

“Yoo Il-am. Did you bravely appear before me just to say that? Should I interpret that as you wanting to die?” Choi Kang-sik’s lips curved upward, and the atmosphere around him instantly turned chilling.

“Y-you’re not funny!” Yoo Il-am felt a shiver run down his spine. ‘Dangerous!’ It was a mistake to charge in blindly with blood rushing to his head. The young man in front of him was no longer the insignificant cameraman of the past. The one who drove back Blade! Yoo Il-am had watched the rerun. The camera, carelessly thrown into the bushes, hadn’t captured the battle perfectly, but what was partially visible was enough. He was strong. Simply strong.

“Is your neck clean?” The man swung the shovel, saying, “D-don’t come closer! If you take one more step, I’ll exercise my right to self-defense!” A terrified Yoo Il-am warned.

Choi Kang-sik scoffed. “Yoo Il-am, I don’t think you’re in a position to say that to me.”

“That’s all in the past! I got probation and paid all my fines, and now I’m banned from broadcasting for 5 years! I’m even getting married to a woman whose face I don’t know… Damn it!”

“…I’m a victim too, so why didn’t I hear about it?” He hadn’t received any compensation either.

“How would I know that?! Anyway, I’m innocent now. I’m clean.” That wasn’t something to say on live broadcast.

• As expected of Cancer's mindset. 0.0
• Resolved by XX law, so it's over? Crazy. lololol
• Did he take a bribe? Probation? The judge is insane. ;;;
• So Cancer really was born with a silver spoon. -.-^

Yoo Il-am’s statement was about to cost several people in the legal system their jobs, but he wasn’t considerate enough to think about that, having foolishly come here and now feeling his life threatened.

“Yoo Il-am. You hate me, don’t you?” Choi Kang-sik asked, placing his camera on a garden bench.

“Of course! If it weren’t for you, I would have…” The fact that he abandoned the pretty girl and attacked the cameraman would have been buried in darkness forever. If so, he wouldn’t have to worry about personality controversies and attempted murder charges like now. And that wasn’t the end of it.

‘Marriage?!’ Yoo Il-am had run away from home to freely study the mysterious principles of Yin and Yang. However, with his family’s help this time, he could no longer postpone it. Bad reputation, humiliation, marriage… In every way, Choi Kang-sik was his sworn enemy.

“Really? Then let’s fight like men, bare-handed. How about it?” His enemy proposed.

“What?”

“I’ll put down the shovel, you put down your core. Let’s put down our dangerous weapons and settle it cleanly with our fists. It’s safe and fair, right?” Choi Kang-sik was the first to put down his shovel.

• Oh. MS is a real man! lololol
• Cancer. If you refuse, cut off your dick. ^^
• Violence is legal with mutual consent! Good. lololol

The viewers’ reactions were overwhelmingly positive. If Yoo Il-am ended up getting beaten up after all this, it would be a comedy. Choi Kang-sik wasn’t too worried.

‘The shovel is just a prop.’ His real weapon was the gods’ viewership.

Everyone. Please treat me well.

[A certain God questions his conscience]

[A hasty certain God praises]

[A certain God flinches at the wickedness]

[Viewer: 12]

Yoo Il-am’s expression stiffened. If he removed the monster core he possessed from his body, he wouldn’t be able to use his fire psychic powers. He wasn’t a physical fighter. He barely maintained enough physical fitness to satisfy women. He had not an iota of confidence that he could beat Choi Kang-sik with his fists.

Yoo Il-am screamed as if in agony, “You muscular bastard! What’s fair about this?! If you feel it’s unfair, use your psychic powers too! Oh! That’ll do!”

“…You, are you in your right mind?”

“Y-yes! Fair? Ha! Don’t treat psychic powers like a shovel. Psychic power isn’t a weapon. It’s a talent you’re born with! Now! What are you going to do, Choi Kang-sik? If you still want to fight, I’ll accept!”

• Didn't he just say he was getting married?
• Cancer's husband. He's really pitiful. ㅠ
• Getting married to another woman? lololol
• No, no, getting married to another man. ^0^

Choi Kang-sik answered coolly without dragging it out. “Fine! I’ll be the only one who doesn’t use a weapon.”

“Only you? Choi Kang-sik. You need to speak clearly, don’t you? It sounds like I’m bullying you. You use your psychic powers too. Heh heh!”

“Alright.”

A nonsensical duel between a powerless person and a psychic was agreed upon.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Yoo Il-am generated fireballs in both hands the moment the consent was given. This was because he had seen Choi Kang-sik’s swift movements on video. He wasn’t letting his guard down.

‘I can never lose! Never!’ He was aware that he had forced the rules. He wasn’t stupid. That’s why he forced the issue instead of jumping into a fight he clearly couldn’t win. If he was destined to be a laughingstock anyway, he might as well win.

Yoo Il-am roared, “Choi Kang-sik! I’ll make sure you can never broadcast again!” Two blazing fireballs shot out with fierce momentum.

‘…Isn’t he an idiot?’ Choi Kang-sik leaped straight towards the aggressive Yoo Il-am. He wasn’t scared by the incoming fireballs at all.

Swish.

He twisted his body diagonally and dodged the fireball. His hair was slightly singed, but this wasn’t even considered damage.

‘The next one is obvious.’ He didn’t even glance at the second fireball, which was timed differently.

Whoosh.

The fireball automatically avoided Choi Kang-sik. Had Yoo Il-am, nicknamed the “Flame Sniper,” been drunk or misaimed? No. He hadn’t made a mistake. It was just that his opponent was excessively difficult. Choi Kang-sik had moved while considering not only the first but also the second fireball’s trajectory. This was the result. Yoo Il-am’s fireballs only burned the innocent garden.

• XXX. He's even dodging fireballs. =0=;;;
• This MS's mere existence is a psychic power. lololol
• I peed myself. Give me some underwear. ㅠ

The astonished viewers were making a mistake. And that was…

‘It’s been 3 years, 3 years.’ That was how long Cameraman Choi Kang-sik had followed MS Yoo Il-am. Therefore, he clearly saw what the psychic in front of him was thinking and how he would attack. Of course, if that were all, it would have been difficult. His body wouldn’t keep up!

[A certain God cheers]

[A hasty certain God chants for violence]

[A certain God threw away the sweet potato]

[Viewership: 12]

The gods filled in his lacking reaction speed. ‘With this, I can’t lose!’ Choi Kang-sik easily dodged the fireballs and instantly closed the distance. His and Yoo Il-am’s gazes met closely.

“Gasp?!” Yoo Il-am’s face turned pale as he prepared the next fireball.

“Bite down.”

“J-just a mom… Guk?!” A fist as hard as steel connected squarely with the pretty young man’s slender jaw. With a crisp sound, he flew away.

Thud.

He landed face first with a satisfying smack.

‘…Oops! Oh right! Didn’t he say he was getting married soon? I’ve really messed up the groom-to-be’s face… Well, whatever.’ He brought it upon himself. Choi Kang-sik had almost suffered irreversible burns. This level of jaw displacement was actually letting him off easy.

“If you try to charge me for implants, you’re dead.”

“……” There was no reply from his parted lips. Yoo Il-am was dazed, like a shell of his former self.

‘I, I…’ He, who had always looked down on this human, had lost even after using his psychic powers. No reason for defeat or excuse came to mind. Was it purely because he was weaker? The mental shock was far greater than the pain in his jaw. The hunters watching nearby were also stunned.

“The Flame Sniper lost?”

“No way!”

“An ordinary person defeated a psychic…”

“Are they faking it?”

They couldn’t believe what they saw with their own eyes. An ordinary person casually dodging dangerous fireballs and knocking out a psychic’s jaw. It defied all logic!

‘Believe it or not.’ Choi Kang-sik shrugged.

“Viewers. This concludes today’s broadcast. Huh? My neck? Oh, come on~ You shouldn’t do that to a friend who’s getting married soon. His bride will be happy… I mean, sad. Oh! And Thumbelina-nim. Your prize will be shipped by tomorrow… Ugh?!”

• Another broadcast accident? lololol
• He can't go a day without something happening. ^0^b
• D-D. Startled me.

The young man, giving his final greetings in front of the camera, swayed. His right shoulder had suddenly become heavy. He turned to look and asked,

“You, what are you?!” “Caw!” Ah, yes. Thank you for the sincere answer. “No. Really, what are you?” “Caw-!” “……”