I Became an Illegal Cheat User

121 – 2nd Semester (3)

Definitely.

“…Found it!”

“Catch them! Hurry, catch them!”

“Signal flare! Quick, so the kids can see!”

The difference between having a reward and not having one is clear.

But is it because the reward is an elixir box?

“Die, chief! No, villain!”

“Hand over the elixir, or be caught!”

“Ugh, the elixir! Please give me the elixir!”

Excluding the main characters and those who had eaten the golden apple in the Colosseum.

Most of my peers are so filled with motivation that it has become excessive.

But still.

It’s better than having no motivation at all.

Anyway.

Seeing them immersed in training is truly satisfying.

Of course, I have no intention of letting it slide just because I feel good.

On the contrary.

“I told you, if you want to get the elixir, you need to step it up.”

Click.

“But if this is all you’ve got…”

I plan to push them harder than the standards set before the training began.

“You’ll have to give up on the elixir.”

As soon as I finished speaking, I pulled the trigger.

Tatatatatatatatatatat—!

The sound of gunfire echoed from the two handguns I held in each hand.

The rubber bullets shot out, flying towards my peers rushing at me.

“Ugh!”

“Ahhh!”

“Ugh!”

Those who allowed the rubber bullets to hit their foreheads screamed and fell backward.

But that was just a small portion, blinded by the elixir, focused only on catching me.

While they yearned for the elixir, the peers who concentrated on catching me were just about to be hit by the bullets.

I blocked the bullets in various ways,

whether by releasing magical energy,

deflecting them with weapons,

or using skills to defend my body.

To those commendable comrades,

I sent my satisfaction.

『Transmission.』

I sent a barrage of non-lethal grenades.

And in between them.

Pwooosh─, Chwaaak!

“What the hell is this!!”

They explode the moment they come into contact with magic,

or even just a slight impact.

Sticky glue grenades,

designed to ensnare.

Biiiiiing!

“…aaah! My eyes, my eyes!!”

The improved flash grenades

that I used frequently in the past,

even effective against superhumans.

Ziiiiiing!

“What’s going on? I can’t hear anything! I can’t hear a thing!”

The sound grenades I used

during the initial villain response training with Lee Seoyeon, Arthur, and Asuka.

I included various special grenades,

like the sound-dampening grenades,

which were an upgraded version of those special grenades.

And those comrades caught in the special grenades

were sent flying.

Puffbabababababam─!

They were either embedded in the ground

or bounced off in all directions

from the shockwave of the non-lethal grenades.

Truly, it was a scene akin to falling leaves.

Yet, I was not disappointed.

And rightly so.

“The grenade scatter pattern is complete!”

“Run before the next pattern comes out!”

“Those with ranged attack skills or magic, attack now!”

Because none of my comrades had retired.

‘Indeed…, there’s a difference.’

Those who hadn’t been hit by the grenades,

acting as if they were facing a boss monster in a game.

The comrades were none other than the valiant warriors who had fought alongside me in Operation Mad Max.

‘This is why real-world experience is so important.’

Of course, even real-world experience varies.

The level of skill depends on what situations one has faced.

As such, they were charging at me while fending off my attacks.

At the same time, my comrades, using magic and offensive skills to disorient me, were all highly skilled.

‘When else would I get to experience breaking through waves of corruptors and monsters?’

Moreover, they had even consumed the divine elixir, the Golden Apple, as a reward for staying by my side.

It was only natural that they were stronger than the retired comrades.

But even so.

‘If you all intend to treat me like a raid boss…’

Click, click.

‘Then it would only be courteous for me to act accordingly.’

Lee Seoyeon, Arthur, Asuka, and Noah.

Unless the main characters awaken, there’s no way for them to defeat me.

“No, hey! That’s cheating!”

“Hey, Lee Yujin! Weren’t you supposed to keep that hidden?”

“Air raid alert! Air raid alert! Everyone defend… no, run away!”

As I brandished the mini-gun (which was made for training), my comrades, who had been rushing towards me, froze in shock and quickly halted their steps.

They hurriedly tried to take cover among the collapsed buildings.

‘Not like that.’

Kwahahahaha!!

I sent grenades to every building in my line of sight, obliterating them.

I had eliminated all the places where my comrades could take cover.

Then.

“Everyone, gather here!”

Arthur called everyone to one spot.

He activated the Heavenly Fortress skill.

“I-I’ll help too!”

“Everyone, use your defensive skills!”

And so, Arthur was helped by Park Garam and his classmates.

As a result, a very solid dome-shaped barrier was formed, combining everyone’s magic and defense skills.

‘Oh.’

Quick to respond, huh?

I let out a satisfied chuckle inside at my classmates’ swift actions.

Then, whirring, I spun the barrel of the minigun.

And when I finished preparing to unleash a barrage of bullets (rubber rounds).

“I’ll use two boxes. Just two boxes. So hold out and don’t let the shield break.”

I fired the minigun, delivering a warning that was practically an advantage to my classmates.

KWA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!

A flash shot out with a sound akin to a thunderclap.

TATATATATATATATATATATANG—!!

Rubber rounds (7.62×51mm NATO), specially made for the minigun, pounded against the barrier.

Each impact chipped away at the magic sustaining the shield, thanks to the effect of super accuracy.

“Hold on!”

“Don’t hold back on the magic!”

“Lee Yoo-jin, no, Villain! Just wait!”

With the constant influx of my classmates’ magic, the barrier sustained damage and regenerated simultaneously.

Thus, the barrier—something like their very lives—continued to undergo cycles of damage and regeneration.

I muttered at the sight.

‘You’re holding up well.’

Of course, since it was rubber rounds and not real bullets, the shield wasn’t breaking easily.

Still, given that I was using a minigun and the magic-penetrating effect of super accuracy, it was likely draining a tremendous amount of magic from the shield.

As if to confirm my thoughts.

“Ah… I can’t do this anymore.”

“Sorry, everyone… this is as far as I can go.”

“Everyone… survive.”

Thud, thud.

The classmates who had been channeling their magic into the shield began to fall one by one, their faces pale.

With each collapse, the thick barrier gradually grew thinner. The faces of the remaining classmates twisted in despair.

『…….』

…What are they doing?

‘Is it because I’m playing the villain role too well?’

Aren’t they too engrossed in the situation?

It’s like watching a party sacrifice themselves for the hero right before the final boss room.

And I feel as if I’m watching the heroes move forward, leaving that party behind.

‘What are they going to do later?’

I clicked my tongue at my comrades, who were building their own embarrassing history in real-time.

‘Tera.’

[Yes, Master.]

‘Save the video of what I’m watching right now.’

[Yes, starting video save.]

Of course, I didn’t miss the chance to record my comrades’ embarrassing moments.

‘It’s a pity, but I can’t resist saving something to tease them about.’

How could I endure this?

I chuckled quietly to myself as I threw an empty ammo box to the floor.

Then, I took out a new box from my inventory, connected it to my minigun, and resumed firing.

Chrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Shells piled up.

Amidst the pile of shells, still standing within the protective shield, someone pale and shocked shouted.

“Just a little longer! Hold on a bit more!”

With that shout, others joined in.

“This is the last box! We just need to hold out against that!”

“Ahhh! I feel like I’m going to collapse! No, I want to collapse!”

“Villain! You wouldn’t break your promise, would you?”

My comrades, about to collapse from magic depletion, encouraged one another.

Seeing their desperate and affectionate looks, I nodded to myself.

‘I wonder what reactions they’ll show later.’

I can roughly see the future.

Them being embarrassed, crushed under the weight of the history they created themselves.

I recalled that joyful future as I counted the remaining rounds of ammunition.

‘…Not much left.’

A few seconds until depletion.

So, should I take a chance and catch them off guard?

『Transmission.』

“What… what!”

“No, hey! That’s not a grenade!”

“You said you’d only use two boxes! Only two boxes!!”

My sudden use of skills sent my classmates, who were focused on channeling their magic with pale faces, into a panic.

I tilted my head at their expressions and said,

『I never said I wouldn’t use grenades.』

“No, clearly… two boxes… at most… ah.”

As they recalled how I had warned them, they all stared at me with blank faces.

‘Sigh.’

You really should listen when people talk.

I shook my head internally and stowed the spent minigun into my inventory.

Then, I pulled out the pistol I had used earlier.

Click.

I aimed at the grenades scattered around my classmates’ protective barrier.

『I’ll have to squeeze out every last bit of magic.』

If you don’t want to faint.

‘Of course, squeezing out all my magic would lead to fainting anyway.’

With that thought, I tightened my finger on the trigger.

In response, the trigger was pulled.

Bang!

Flames erupted from the muzzle as a bullet flew toward the

In proportion to that, the protective barrier that had grown thinner regained its thickness.

But, well…

Could I really withstand it?

I thought so, and at the same time…

KWA-A-A-A-A-A-A-ANG!!

The grenade exploded.

Dust and dirt scattered everywhere.

And before long…

The dust that had obscured my vision settled.

As a result, what had been hidden came back into view, and I learned the outcome of the grenade’s explosion.

“Hmm, too bad.”

The result was, of course, the destruction of the protective barrier, and the retirement of everyone except Park Ga-ram and the high-ranking magicians.

“Cough, cough!”

Park Ga-ram coughed, his face pale.

He must have inhaled some dust, because his eyes were tearing up.

After coughing for a while, Park Ga-ram looked around.

And when he saw that everyone except the high-ranking magicians had collapsed…

“I, I surrender…”

He voluntarily retired.

“…Alright, then get out of here.”

I told him to leave the training grounds, and Park Ga-ram nodded slightly, saying “Okay, okay.”

“Fighting spirit.”

Park Ga-ram encouraged his remaining comrades, the high-ranking magicians, to stay strong.

Then, using magic, he lifted up his fallen comrades and slowly walked out of the training grounds.

As we watched him, I, Lee Seo-yeon, Arthur, Noah, and Aska stood in silence for a moment…

Click.

We quietly raised the weapons we were holding in our hands.

I held a handgun.

Iseoyeon and Arthur, Aska drew their swords.

Noah clenched his fists.

And.

Tang!

They clashed.