The Extra in the Money Game Is Too Competent Chapter 69 : Chapter 69

Chapter 69

“So-yul? Are you okay?”

I called out to Park So-yul quietly.

It was clear that her anger had reached its peak.

Park So-yul walked steadily toward the group of twenty people without saying a word.

“…….”

Players were observing the newly joined people, gathering in small groups like cirrocumulus clouds.

Park So-yul was advancing through them as if digging for a gap.

Everyone was so focused on the newly joined players that they didn't even notice Park So-yul passing by them.

Even the dealers were the sa.

I read Park So-yul's intention and quickly chased after her.

“So-yul, please wait a mont. Let's talk.”

I tried to reach out my arm through the crowd of players to grab Park So-yul's wrist.

However, since Park So-yul had already lost her cool, she displayed animal-like senses.

Before my hand could even touch her, she suddenly dashed forward as if accelerating rapidly, breaking away from the line where the players were gathered.

Before I knew it, a dagger was held in Park So-yul's hand.

Ability to turn bodily fluids into blades.

Holding the dagger with both hands and keeping it tight against her side, she charged while aiming at the target.

“…….”

There was no shouting.

There was no battle cry.

All that existed was silent killing intent.

It was as if the image of an avenger in a thriller movie, approaching silently to stab an unsuspecting target, had been transplanted exactly.

When Park So-yul's running speed reached its peak, only then did the group of twenty people feel a sense of incongruity from Park So-yul's behavior.

“What's with that girl! Why is she wielding a knife at soone who just arrived!”

“What a crazy bitch!”

“Eek!”

Whether the other players were terrified or not, Park So-yul's eyes were only looking at Park Ok-young.

A sphere-like round body shape in faded gray modernized Hanbok, and perd hair in a local hair salon style as if it were made from a mold.

She had the appearance of a typical neighborhood middle-aged woman.

Park Ok-young opened her eyes wide and hurried about.

“Oh my!”

In what sense did she scream?

Was she surprised that her daughter was here?

Was it because she was suddenly in a position to be assassinated?

Did she understand up to the point that an assassin appeared, but she was surprised because that identity was her daughter?

The answer would only be known by Park Ok-young herself.

To conclude first, Park So-yul's assassination attempt failed.

Just before Park So-yul's dagger reached Park Ok-young, a unique leisurely voice intruded between the two won.

It was July's voice.

“You are a troubleso person. It's a good thing that you're full of energy, but please use that energy inside the ga.”

A pitch-black hole, large enough for a person to enter, opened right in front of Park So-yul's nose.

At the sa ti, a hole opened in the empty air next to .

Since Park So-yul already had montum, she had no choice but to enter the hole helplessly.

The disappeared Park So-yul erged through the hole that appeared next to , and after staggering, she dropped the dagger and placed both hands on the floor.

“Ugh!”

Park So-yul gagged and eventually poured out her bodily fluids.

Everything was July's ability.

Known as ‘Personal Storage’.

He can handle a storage that only July himself can use, and using that ability, he often takes on the role of the organization's porter.

Usually, only objects are put in Personal Storage, and if a living creature enters the storage, their senses beco a ss and they experience imnse motion sickness.

“Blegh!”

While Park So-yul was reviewing her breakfast nu, July spoke while walking across the center of the playground with his hands behind his back.

“There was a brief disturbance, but since it has been settled, we will proceed with the schedule as planned. Forty players gathered on the playground, from now on, we will divide the teams to participate in the ga.”

A team match this ti too.

The problem was how many people would form a team.

The smaller the number of team mbers, the higher the cohesion, and the larger the number, the higher the possibility of it transforming into an individual match under the guise of a team match.

Since they had allowed an overwhelming survival rate by organizing a small number of team mbers in the previous Round 5, the prevailing opinion was that they would organize a large number of team mbers this ti.

However, contrary to expectations, the organization prepared a comprehensive plan that converged both the small and large sides.

“There are a total of three gas we have prepared. The number of people who can participate in each ga is different. There is a team match with a small number of participants, and there is a team match with a small number of participants. We will leave it to your choice which ga you pick.”

Among the nurous entrances on the first floor of the Ga Tower, only three were open.

In front of each open entrance, a standing sign with the number of people written on it was placed.

[3 vs 3 Match]

[7 vs 7 Match]

[10 vs 10 Match]

All that was written was the number of people who could participate.

There was no hint at all about what kind of ga they would specifically play.

Since advantages and disadvantages would differ according to one's ability, one had to choose with caution.

There would be an ability whose effect is maximized when the number of participants is small, and there would be an ability whose effect is maximized when the number of participants is large.

The choice was up to the individual.

So people were already seen making a decision and running toward the standing signs.

“The 3 vs 3 ga will fill up quickly if we don't preempt it! Run to the 3 vs 3 ga!”

“Who wants to participate in the 3 vs 3 ga together? Since we are a duo, we will win for you if just one person with high cooperativeness cos!”

“It's standard that the more people there are, the simpler the ga rules beco. I should go to the 10 vs 10 match.”

Everyone chose the ga they would participate in with various intentions.

We were no exception to being at the crossroads of choice.

I patted Park So-yul's back and said.

“The person you tried to attack just now. That person is Park Ok-young, right?”

I had noticed it long ago, but while trying to calm Park So-yul down, I wanted to give her ti to compose her breathing by asking a question she could answer.

Park So-yul wiped the sour sll from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and gnashed her teeth.

“I lost everything because of that bitch. And yet she doesn't even know how to be sorry...... what a nest Ji-yul and I struggled so hard to get...... that...... that!”

“So-yul, trust and endure it for now. I will definitely help you achieve your goal, So-yul.”

“This revenge is mine alone. It's a very dirty revenge. I'm not shaless enough to ask you to join this subversion of filial piety.”

“Heh, did you ignore my words because of that useless thought?”

Useless thoughts.

Treating the obsession toward revenge as a distraction.

Park So-yul opened her eyes wide and turned her head sharply.

Her bloodshot eyes were full of moisture.

Even though she didn't activate the ability to turn bodily fluids into blades, her tears beca intangible blades and sliced my skin.

“No matter if it's you, Ju-seong, I can't just let that remark pass.”

“If you can't just let it pass? Are you going to fight or sothing?”

“That's.......”

“Dirty revenge? Let's just do it together. In the first place, I've never once thought of myself as clean.”

Is there a separate clean revenge and a separate dirty revenge?

There are only two kinds of revenge: success and failure.

If you've made up your mind to do it, not choosing the ans and thods is the most ideal way.

Dragging in even one colleague doesn't make a just revenge an unjust one.

Park So-yul examined my expression closely.

“Why are you smiling so gently even though I spoke quite insolently.”

“Is my face right now on the gentle side?”

“It seems you have no self-awareness.”

“As soone said, I'm a man who doesn't realize his own expression.”

Was my aftercare appropriate?

Park So-yul's expression gradually softened.

She was gathering her overflowing killing intent.

As the impurity I called 'useless thought' was removed, the purity of her revenge beca even higher.

I waited until Park So-yul cald down completely and then took my hand off her back.

“Then shall we pick the ga to participate in?”

“If it's a ga, it's as good as already picked.”

The ga Park Ok-young picked was the ga we were going to play this ti.

In Park Ok-young's case, like a Taepyeong-gyo follower, she had already joined Kim Ju-han's party and picked a ga.

Their choice was the 7 vs 7 match.

As four followers who had co over from the other island were added to the three of Kim Ju-han's party who had been staying on this island before, a total of seven people were forming a group.

I said as I headed toward the standing sign with a 7 vs 7 match written on it with Park So-yul.

“This Round 6. We should write it as a 7 vs 7 match and read it as Taepyeong-gyo vs Instant Party.”

“Ju-seong, sohow it feels like you're welcoming it?”

“Of course. Because I'll be able to clean up Kim Ju-han neatly this ti.”

As I got closer to the standing sign mont by mont, tension hung over Kim Ju-han's face as he stared at .

At least he didn't look like he welcod a match with .

It ant that the fear of that I had planted in Kim Ju-han in Round 4 still remained.

As there happened to be 12 people, the capacity was filled as the two of us joined.

As soon as the ga start conditions were t, the dealer who would guide us approached.

A man whose right sleeve was empty, it was February who had the characteristic of being one-ard.

“I am February, in charge of guiding the 7 vs 7 match. From now on, I will escort you to the ga site.”

We all got into the elevator and spent an awkward ti in the cramped, closed room.

Does she even know Kim Ju-han's feelings of being in a difficult situation?

Including Park Ok-young, the followers who were reinforced this ti acted emotionally and provoked Park So-yul.

Amidst the comfort of the followers, Park Ok-young sobbed and lanted her lot in life, pretending to be the most pitiful person in the world.

“Sob, I raised her like a precious jewel and then she points a knife at her mother...... Sob, oh, my life. How did I raise her!”

“What should we do for our Bodhisattva? She's so pitiable. Since her own child is in that state, not anyone else.”

“It's said that he who touches the pitch shall be defiled. It seems she was stained by the ideology of demons while living with them. At a ti like this, we must pray. Everyone, let's join hands and pray.”

Crying, comforting, and praying.

They were putting on all kinds of pathetic acts.

Eventually, a certain follower who couldn't read the room pointed their finger at Park So-yul.

“Hey, young lady. No matter what, she's your parent, isn't this too much?”

Even though she's a parent.

They were wielding that one phrase like an indulgence.

Park So-yul had barely cald down, but after hearing that irresponsible remark, a rough storm rose in her heart again.

“Is it enough for you to just blabber whatever cos out without knowing anything?”

The atmosphere turned grim.

It wouldn't be strange whenever a brawl broke out in the closed room.

I stood in front of Park So-yul and placed my hands on both of her shoulders.

“It's as So-yul said. They don't know anything.”

And then I threw a word while aiming at Kim Ju-han, who was keeping his head up and watching the situation silently.

“To the point where they don't even know the balance of their own cult leader.”

Kim Ju-han stared at while gnashing his teeth.

-Kim Ju-han, Park So-yul-Park Ok-young.

While the suffocating battle of nerves, reminiscent of high-intensity man-to-man marking, was in full swing.

An announcent flowed out from the built-in speaker at the top of the box.

We were able to hear the na of the ga we would be playing in Round 6 through the announcent.

[Welco to the players who participated in the Round 6 7 vs 7 match.]

[The ga you will play this ti is ‘Seesaw Ga’.]