The S-Classes That I Raised - Chapter 554: Victory Conditions (2)
“Song’s Dad! Come on!”
Park Yerim’s radiant face looked imploringly at Song Taewon’s gloomy one.
“There’s no boat here right now~”
Of course it was another island. Song Taewon walked to the edge where the water churned. Park Yerim, ready to lift him as usual, nodded with a small “ah.”
“If it’s always the same, it gets boring—let’s try something different this time!”
“…I think going normally would be fine.”
“Chief Song, viewers get bored fast! Don’t say that—Song’s Dad! Cheer up!”
└ Song’s kid’s watching TV too lololol
└ Chief Song, isn’t it time to have fun… lolol Yesong, fighting!!
└ lolololol after this, Chief Song’s gonna have a love child, right???? What to do lolol
Floating above the surface, Park Yerim whispered something to Song Taewon. His worried expression brightened slightly.
“All right.”
“Yes! Now, Yer—”
“…Song.”
Song Taewon answered very, very quietly—victim of nonstop teasing during the wait.
└ Yes!! Song!! Cross!!!!!!!!
└ Our Yerim… breaks Chief Song’s spirit when there’s nothing to smash lolol but it makes sense—fight on, Chief!
└ Do whatever you want, our Yerim!!!! And Chief Song… yes… sorry
Park Yerim ascended above the water. Then, as always, she formed a heart with her fingers. Pale misty frost drifted from between her interlaced fingers. At the same moment, Song Taewon stomped the ground.
“Go!”
A shard of frost shot from Park Yerim’s fingertips like a bullet. Crack—part of the water instantly froze, and Song Taewon sprang upward, stepping on a shard of ice. Crackle—the ice shattered underfoot, vanishing, and Park Yerim spun in midair, firing frost in rapid succession. Balancing on small, thin, unstable icy footholds, Song Taewon raced across the river as if running on flat ground.
└ A Korean civil servant! Shatters the valley and runs across the river!
└ I’d do that much too
└ Even water striders are watching the private stream
└ Not an expert? Look at the ice thickness—if you can float paper on water and cross, I agree
└ Yerim, do you feel like the world is yours?? Soon the universe will be yours too!!
└ Yerimmm!!!!! Heart!!!!!
“Yes! Understood! Heart! Diamond! Flower!”
Snap, crack—the ice under his feet formed hearts, diamonds, and flowers, palm-sized, then shattered in bright flashes. Even as he ran at terrifying speed, he stepped precisely on each icy shape without missing.
“Perfect! Five out of five stars, Chief Song!”
Clang, clang, clang—a row of five stars appeared then broke apart, and the far shore came into view. Park Yerim thrust both arms skyward. Mimicking her, the water before Song Taewon surged upward.
“Let it go! Ah, that’s just an English word. Idiom? Chief Song!”
Song Taewon leapt onto the icy spire that jutted from the frozen water. Whoosh—carrying him, the icy jet soared high, spraying droplets that instantly froze like fireworks. Ice shards scattered like confetti, and twin columns of water rose and fell rhythmically on either side of him. His hand covered his eyes.
“…We just have to step on the ice and cross, huh……”
“Sorry, everyone! I’m not skilled enough yet to craft an ice dress for you!”
“……”
“One day I’ll definitely show you a dress made of ice! Outlaws, we finally enter Manhattan!”
Splash—the river’s waves froze dynamically underfoot as Song Taewon alighted gracefully on his ice platform. With successive ice fireworks and a splash! the waves behind him froze into a jagged crown.
On the glittering ice stage, Song Taewon descended quietly and steadily.
└ As expected, the Water Ruler is the best lolololol
└ Sigh lol look at him resting lololol my mom sighed like that every time she saw me lolol
└ Oh dear, Chief Song
└ Yerim… I was born too early without sense… Can I call you unnie?
[The outlaws have arrived in Manhattan. Manhattan begins to be destroyed!]
A system message appeared. Park Yerim cleared her throat and looked ahead.
“As you know, our Outlaw Team’s victory condition is to destroy more than half of Manhattan! It must be before any other participant fulfills their condition, and we must demolish designated zones in order. Each zone’s destruction window is five minutes~ Five minutes is plenty~”
There were no restrictions aside from a time penalty on overtime. We could attack or kill other participants freely. In effect, our role was like a timer for others—if they missed their slot, their role ended.
The first zone, centered on Whitehall Terminal and the ferry dock, was designated.
Swoosh—
The crowd gawking at the massive ice wave vanished like mist.
└ Yerim, wipe them all out!!!!!
“Yes! Let’s make the first round refreshing!”
Whoosh—
The previous waves now seemed mere splashes: a colossal wall of water rose over the river. Its shadow stretched long across the dock and then—
Wham!!
Everything around was swept away in an instant.
Before the auction began, asset holders had gathered in a spacious hall. Evelyn raised her wine glass lightly as she observed the crowd. Not everyone here could be participants or hunters—more than half must be beings native to this dungeon. Yet even with her keen senses, she could not distinguish hunters from non-awakened.
“Indeed, from the outside, there’s no way to tell.”
“Even Mr. Miller now looks like a completely different person.”
Vanessa said, gazing at Evelyn in a white suit. Though it appeared a pure white ensemble, it was still her dress beneath.
“But some who check the chat can be spotted for sure.”
Reacting to empty air inevitably makes one stand out. Evelyn smiled as if painted above her lips, then fixed her gaze on a man scanning the room.
“A thief.”
“Coming to ally with asset holders, perhaps.”
“I don’t know the other roles’ conditions, but thieves will be pursued by police. Police are the majority, so thieves will cooperate with asset holders to stay safe.”
Furthermore, thieves were likely A-rank or support-type. Confronting a majority of S-rank combat police would seal their fate.
“Asset holders, thieves, police. These three are straightforward. Police chase thieves, thieves steal slaves, asset holders protect both slaves and their wealth.”
Evelyn touched the belt at her waist with her fingertip. Each asset holder was given ten gold coins that could not enter inventory. Losing all coins meant elimination.
“Outlaws and slaves remain unpredictable. Slaves, being lowest rank, may have a penalty-like role. Outlaws… do they just smash things?”
She continued deliberately.
“The Police Commissioner is probably a balancing presence. With police being numerous and advantaged, they added one role to restrict them. With the current setup, everyone could co-win.”
Asset Holder victory conditions:
[Accumulate 100 personal gold coins
Hold a slave for one hour without losing them (joint win if employed or cooperating)
Any one condition]
One could also win by hiring thieves or police, or stealing coins from other asset holders. Coins used for hiring remained with their owner after the game, effectively buying a win.
The second condition, in fact, was quite easy. If all asset holders, thieves, and police cooperated to protect the slave for an hour, they’d win. But:
“There’ll be a betrayer, of course.”
The fruits of a solo win, the asset holder’s gold coins, were tempting bait. Could everyone quietly endure for an hour? Would a hired thief steal coins? Would a hired officer seize them? If both thief and officer were hired, would the officer arrest the thief?
“If I were police, I’d attack the asset holder to seize the coins. Especially considering the reward coins once given—more so.”
Stolen or seized coins could also be kept. Vanessa scratched the back of her head.
“There really are few people you can trust.”
“Yes. Not none, but very few.”
Evelyn’s gaze shifted slightly to look beyond the window.
“There must be at least one trustworthy officer. Though that officer won’t trust me.”
“What about the auction? It’s closed—would be a game of wit.”
“Will the thief leave the slave alone?”
Behind her glasses, her eyes curved slowly.
“The moment the slave is taken—or taken from—”
“There’s police here.”
Someone hurried in and whispered. Though small, upper-rank hunters could hear it.
“Police?”
“Police can’t enter here, can they?”
“They’re using a special ability, they say.”
“They’re waiting in the cell where the slave is held.”
“What the— that’s cheating.”
“Should we flee? Don’t go underground.”
Vanessa turned to Evelyn.
“That’s unexpected.”
“This is…”
Evelyn’s eyes widened, then she smiled.
“CandyBox.”
Immediately—
Bang! Ka-WOOM!
“What?!”
“Skill?”
Successive explosions rang out. Vanessa raised her arm to deflect falling ceiling debris. Some panicked attendees were struck and vanished like smoke. Rumble—walls, ceiling, even the floor began giving way. Evelyn grasped her skirt hem and leapt upward. Riding the falling rubble like stairs, she escaped without spilling a drop of her half-full wine.
Vanessa followed beside her, landing gracefully on the debris.
Crack, rumble!
A dust cloud rose as a third of the auction hall collapsed. Participants stared in astonishment.
“What now?”
“What about the slave?”
“Who bombed the building? Is this part of the scenario too?”
Amid the clamor, Evelyn furrowed her brow and brushed dust from her gown.
“This is a party I don’t enjoy.”
“If it’s CandyBox, SF?”
Vanessa said softly.
“Yes. The slave likely vanished, too. Some here are clever, but few think strategically.”
They were all upper-rank, mostly S-rank hunters.
“They say bodies suffer when minds are poor—but vice versa is true. We needn’t puzzle over vault codes; we just smash them.”
Impersonating police to deceive thieves, bombing the auction hall to stall—any participant could do it, but didn’t need to. At that moment, a message popped up before them.
[The auction has ended.]
After a moment’s panic—
[The outlaws have arrived in Manhattan. Manhattan begins to be destroyed!]
A new message appeared. Evelyn tapped her chin lightly.
“The countdown has begun.”
└ Didn’t expect Sesung Guild Leader to be like this—what am I watching
└ Acting is great—true Sesung Guild Leader, faithful to role and reliable!!!
└ Can’t adapt to Seong Hyunjae lolol?
└ No one knows the Sesung Guild Leader’s identity lololol
└ How’d they never notice it’s Seong Hyunjae lolol nobody could guess lolol
└ Sesung Guild Leader is the world’s strongest slave!!
“Dad! That’s Seong Hyunjae!!!”
Han-gyeol shouted at the top of his lungs. But Han Yujin didn’t ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) notice at all. The chain dangling from the fairy dragon’s tail jingled. The other end was connected to Seong Hyunjae’s wrist. Fortunately the weight was negligible, so Han-gyeol had no trouble moving.
“He’s not small! He’s not cute!!”
“Are you cold?”
Han Yujin looked at the two with concern. Seong Hyunjae smiled gently.
“Han Yujin, you’re so kind.”
“Dad! Dad! Daaaad!!!!”
└ (Breaking news) Sesung Guild Leader finally finds true calling… fragile acting at world-class level
└ Yujin?? Yujin, they’re slaves… not princesses lololol
└ Chief Han’s private stream is completely blocked… no way throughㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
└ At this point we must investigate CandyBox’s house—surely Koreans are crying in the basement filtering chat
Han Yujin scanned the back-alley surroundings. Finding nowhere suitable to wait, he showed a sorry expression.
“I’ll blow up the auction hall and be back soon—wait here.”
“Of course. I’ll wait quietly.”
“I’ll wait too, Dad—but, Sesung Guild Leader! Dad! They’re not twins!!!”
Han-gyeol’s pitiful cry went unheard as Han Yujin asked them to wait carefully and climbed the building. Watching him fade, Han-gyeol struck Seong Hyunjae’s arm with all his might. Seong Hyunjae’s garment crumpled slightly.
“Dad must win! Promise me. Please help!”
At Han-gyeol’s plea, Seong Hyunjae gave a faint, knowing smile.
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