The S-Classes That I Raised - Chapter 685: I Changed Jobs (1)

[“Black Bird Emblem? Boss Han, those guys are vicious. They’re mid-tier among the Gunders but deadly.”]

Gunders were basically mafia: extorting protection money, smuggling, brawling.

[I’ve had those bastards extort tolls from me, too. The Ghanaeden control the city’s east side.]

[Yes, Boss Han. The police are trying to root them out, but it’s not easy. The port and the far east and north are almost lawless.]

[They don’t care if half of them die. They’ve given up. I wish someone would wipe them out completely.]

Thanks to the dice system’s alert, word of Yujin Freight’s failure reached the auction house immediately—but not our friends in transport. Calling every contact we still had, we learned which scoundrels had cleaned us out.

“We can crush them—no problem!”

Before I’d even finished speaking, Yu-hyun leapt onto the cab roof. His fork gleamed as he hurled it at the fleeing mafia.

Screeeech!

A fork embedded in the back of a Gunder balloon’s head sent him crashing off his bike, metal screaming across the pavement. The balloon’s head deflated, then its entire body melted away in a hiss of escaping air.

“What the—!”

“Send the truck on ahead! Block their retreat!”

They were surprisingly organized. Yu-hyun called down as he slid from the cab.

“They’re tougher than I thought. Harder than a normal human.”

Y–you’ve shoved a fork into a human before? Surely not—you’ve handled my F-Rank frame plenty to know.

“They’re coming, sir!”

Yerim, standing on the truck’s side step, shouted.

“Three lead bikes! Two cars on their heels!”

“Noah, ram the bikes!”

This truck was solid. Ordinary motorcycles barely made a dent. Noah gripped the wheel and accelerated. Bam! One bike that couldn’t veer away screeched skyward. The other two veered sideways, lining up to fire at us. Yu-hyun, suited up, planted himself in front of me, spreading his coat like a shield.

Bang! Bang! Gunfire cracked—but plain bullets couldn’t pierce SS-Rank armor or Yu-hyun’s arm. He ducked, braced on his back, and Noah squeezed the rifle’s trigger.

Crack! The round punched through a balloon’s head, and the thing vanished in a soft hiss, leaving only a bike. Another went down with a chest shot. Once he found his stance, his aim was deadly.

“As I said, be careful using non-combat skills! You might incur penalties! Same with items!”

These balloons weren’t Awakened—just civilians. We must avoid any pretext for complaint. Best not use skills or items directly on them.

“So bare hands are okay?”

Riet, in the passenger seat, flung open her door. Mafiosi clambered up through the roof hatch, guns rattling. But the bulletproof window? Not a scratch. Riet grabbed the door frame and vaulted into the air. Spinning like a swallow, she ignored flying rounds and dove onto the nearest car.

Thud!

“Cuckoo!”

She crowed cheerfully. The balloon paused, gun raised—but Riet’s fist came faster. Bam! The car roof dented in, and her next blow collapsed the metal like paper, crushing the driver’s seat. Screeeech—driverless, the car veered drunkenly into the guardrail.

While Riet crushed one car, Yerim grabbed a gun. Having fired a few rounds before, her stance was practiced. She aimed precisely—and hit: but the target was also an armored vehicle.

“Better to throw forks!”

“I’ll push it with the truck.”

I heard a calm voice from the cab. Noah turned the wheel sharply, ramming a smaller car. As it stalled, Yerim dashed forward.

“In movies bullets go right through!”

Yerim’s fist punched through the roof, then she shoved the gun barrel in and fired. Two balloons vanished in pops.

‘Lucky they’re just balloons.’

If they were real people, that’d be a war crime. Is our rookie being considerate? Still, a transport job shouldn’t turn into a firefight.

“Loot time!”

Riet held up the mafia’s weapons. Yerim returned with guns and knives.

“They’re odd, but work the same,” she said. “So, honey, shall we plunder ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the whole city now?”

“I’ll wipe out the Gunders—but hold off on the city.”

Even if it’s virtual, how far do we go? Riet’s like this in real life too; I heard her guild’s been shaken down more than once.

I stood and looked up at the midday sun. Too early for fireworks, but…

“Let’s go east.”

After lunch.

“Noah, bring the lunchbox around back.”

The gap had widened; time to charge. We sat in the cargo bay and unpacked our dawn-prepared lunch. Most ingredients came from the market stalls that supply Seong Hyunjae’s restaurant—once dismissed as imperfect, now a cut above supermarket fare. Only blemishes on crab legs or weird coloration kept them cheap. High-end kitchens care about appearance.

I’d have loved to frequent that market; with more presence, I could get exclusive deals. But thanks to the Gunders we’d have to storm every stall. They’ll pay our meals back in full.

The city’s east end looked like a battlefield. The setting sun stained the sky red, and barricades bloomed like flowers. Though we’d left after lunch, the sun had already begun its descent. The route was long, with one-way dead ends forcing us to lift the truck at points.

We arrived safely; in the meantime, the Black Bird Gunders had finished prepping for war—their blockade teams vanished.

“Wow, these buildings look flimsy, but they’ve got steel plates over stone and trenches dug.”

It’s amazing how peaceful downtown is, given this lawless fringe. A precarious balance, maybe. Even our world has extremes side by side.

“PongPong, buckle up and stay safe here.”

I should have brought PongPong home. From behind a barricade, a mafia balloon raised a megaphone.

“So you dare attack us with only five people? You’ve got guts!”

In our slang, “your courage’s more than your brains.” Yu-hyun drew two sickles from the cargo bay. He’d strapped a tool belt full of spikes around his waist. The others pulled out tool belts of their own, crisscrossing two or three belts. Yerim wore an ammo belt. She carried a heavy rifle like a pistol, strapped another to her back.

“I love busting piñatas~.”

Riet jammed nails backwards into a baseball bat and laughed. Next to her, Noah linked a thick chain to an anvil-like weight. Poison dripped from his nails, etching holes in the metal. A homemade flail.

“All set?”

I asked, stepping onto the kickboard. Activating Teacher skill, I pulled a grenade launcher from Myung-woo’s pocket. Everyone, let’s roll out~.

Thunk! The bomb arced across the sunset sky. One wasn’t enough, so we fired several in quick succession. Then:

KABOOM! BOOM!

Explosions bloomed. The balloons cowered, staring at me like I’d gone mad.

“Hello! Yujin Freight here~!”

Technically we’d quit, but delivery’s delivery—even bombs! Yu-hyun hopped behind me. Riet kicked off first, leaning back against Yu-hyun’s chest, pulling out an automatic rifle. The kickboard roared forward.

“Rapid, precise! Ditch safety!”

Quick-delivery to your skull. I never thought I’d shoot from a kickboard, but the recoil Yu-hyun took let me fire freely.

“Hand over the candy~.”

Riet’s bat cleaved a barricade. She flicked the bent steel up with her toe, then full-swing—sending it flying into the balloons with loud POPS.

“Ouch, that hurt!”

Yerim muttered through incoming fire, returning shots. A round pinged her round forehead—but only her eyebrow quivered. She pivoted and fired at her assailant. The horrified balloon popped.

Nearby, Noah dragged his metal flail across the ground. As the Gunders sniped from cover, he approached the building expressionless—then SMASH, he stamped down, swinging the weighted chain overhead. The impact shattered the wall like a wrecking-crane’s wrecking ball.

“Argh!”

“Gah!”

Wall shook, crumbled—then BOOM, BOOM, CLANG! Noah leveled the building.

“What—what is that?!”

“A monster!”

Harsh tactics, but understandable. The balloons flailed in panic. Yu-hyun loaded his fingers with nails and hurled them like rockets. Each flick of his hand saw four balloons pop in unison.

“But we’re unarmed! Ram with the truck!”

Vans and small trucks behind the barricade rumbled to life. A bulldozer joined them. The ground was rough, but still threatening. For non-Awakened, that is.

Rumble…

A bulldozer barreled toward us, blade raised.

“Wait, hyung.”

Yu-hyun slowed and handed me the kickboard. Then he leapt high. His sickle gleamed in flight, slicing through the blade’s hinge like tofu.

Another sickle flew and severed the bulldozer’s blade completely. Clunk—the blade fell forward; Yu-hyun had already reached the cab. The sickle whirled back to his hand like a boomerang. The balloon driver’s face froze as their windshield split smoothly.

“P-please—”

Crack—glass cracked, and their head split, POP. The balloon vanished.

“Y-yaaah!”

“S-surrender! S-surrender!”

Cries rose everywhere. Buildings shattered, dust clouds billowed. Cars and bikes soared like cannonballs. Whether bullets or bombs, they didn’t budge; teens complained about dirty clothes.

I thought it was over—but:

Vroom—! Engines roared. Not one or two, but dozens. More bulldozers, excavators, big rigs—like a construction fleet, not a mafia.

“What brats are these?”

“How dare you without greeting!”

Maybe allied gangs heard the news. Word travels fast. Mouth-of-god marketing.

“What should we do?”

Yu-hyun hopped off beside me. What else?

“We can’t just send these guests home empty-handed.”

When a new shop opens, you give big freebies.

“Yujin Freight staff, overtime’s arrived! Unexpected night shift, but I promise a fat bonus~.”

If you make us work more, pay more—double, triple. On-time is best, but good pay unlocks indulgence.

KABOOM! We fired celebratory salvos for our new customers: 77-82-82. Please keep calling~.

“I—we’re all we have left…”

One balloon knelt before me. It was well past midnight. Handling the first attack squad was quick, but reinforcements kept coming and they’d already sold the goods. So we had to scour every corner.

“You’ve fully occupied the east district!”

A balloon head-butted the ground and cried. As if I’d become a crime boss.

“I heard the east side’s smallest.”

“Yes. The port’s largest, and a major Gunder group holds the north. They even have warships.”

Warships? What’s the army for?

“Return the auction goods… and then—”

A message window appeared.

[Today’s Dice!]

Oh, that damned thing. On the board, mini me beamed at mini Seong Hyunjae, just one space ahead. But last time was a bust, right?

[Chain Team rolled a 6!]

“Again?”

Thought it’d level off—six again? High rolls aren’t always good, though. Mini Seong Hyunjae stepped forward boldly. As soon as we landed together, mini me grabbed his hair. Hey, stop fighting! He dodged and leapt four spaces ahead. mini me skittered after. Such fun.

I stared at the white die on the ground.

“No matter what rolls…”

I lowered the pistol pointed at the balloons.

“I’ll go my own way.”

When was I ever lucky? Bang! A shot struck the die, spinning it up. It tumbled—

[5!]

Five—high again. Stop! Don’t fight each other! Rookie! Reset the board!

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