Free Web Novel“How is this possible!”
Roy sank to the floor as if he had lost his entire world.
“Child, what’s wrong?”
“Who is Myeongjung...?”
“Myeongjung? Myeongjung is our national shooting team athlete, isn’t he?”
Damn. I should’ve just listened to the teacher. Trying to move the reunion forward by an hour only made everything fall apart. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
At this point there’s nothing left but to pretend I’m going to the restroom and bolt. fгeewebnovёl.com
But they say life never goes according to plan. Just for asking a question, Roy was picked first for the archery experience.
“I’ll teach you better than Yeonwoo ever could, so come here.”
“No, I—I—”
“You never know. If you’ve got the talent, in four years you might be shooting arrows here alongside Yeonwoo.”
By then, I should be hunting blood fiends instead of shooting targets... Roy looked at the bullseye with mixed feelings.
Right. If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it.
Yeonwoo isn’t going anywhere just because I shoot a few arrows.
Roy watched the coach’s archery demonstration with blank eyes.
Tuwung!
The arrow flew as soon as the coach released the string, landing almost exactly at the center of the target.
“Wo. Wow. Ama. Zing.”
Despite Roy’s lifeless reaction, the coach beamed with pride.
Then it was Roy’s turn again. The coach handed him a special children’s bow prepared just for today. Truthfully, “children’s” was a stretch—it was the kind of bow an adult beginner would use, and it still weighed a fair amount.
But who am I? a.k.a. God Archer!
For an S-class hiding his strength, this was nothing. Taking up the bow, Roy lightly drew the string and looked up at the coach.
“Do I just shoot now?”
“Uh...? Yeah. But isn’t it heavy?”
Damn. Should I have pretended it was heavy? Roy’s gaze wavered for a moment.
Pretending to be an ordinary person is a pain in the ass.
But there was no going back now. Roy decided to push forward as boldly as possible.
“My family’s always been super strong. My grandfather was a legendary wrestling champion.”
Roy gambled on a grandfather he’d never met, then drew the string. Aiming well outside the target to avoid a second badminton fiasco, he released.
Tuwung!
Perfect ten. The arrow struck dead center.
“......?”
At that moment, every coach in the adjacent lane watching the other students’ form, every excited jaemmini waiting for their turn, even the staff trying to calm them—all of them turned to stare at him in shock.
Scratch “Lucky Roy.” He’d already been labeled an overpowered luck demon, but even then he hadn’t hoped for this level of freak luck.
“It must’ve been... the wind.”
“Want to shoot again?”
“No thanks. You said we only get one shot each. I’m fine—”
“No, you can shoot one more time.”
And just like that, Roy found himself holding an extra “pass” arrow. He must have messed up the world-view notes somewhere. Help...
✧
Meanwhile, the Yeonwoo Roy was desperately searching for was behind the hockey rink, at the incinerator, soaking up teasing from his seniors.
“The coach keeps saying you’re good, good—now you think you’re untouchable? You seeing us as trash?”
Pow!
A senior kicked Yeonwoo in the gut, and he fell again.
“Ugh, spit.”
He spat out blood-tinged phlegm—his mouth must’ve split open.
“Damn. It’s busted open.”
“What? ‘Busted’?”
“That was to myself.”
Yeonwoo grumbled, annoyed that he couldn’t even mutter to himself. They’d beat him more than usual today, and these guys showed no sign of stopping—like they’d set a target on him. His body was already battered beyond recognition.
This hurts like hell, shi—.
By now Yeonwoo was boiling over. He staggered to his feet, his eyes filled with defiance as he glared at the senior.
“You think I’m trash? If I saw you as trash, I wouldn’t still be here—I’d have beat you up back then.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You think I’m just gonna take it? I’m dealing out senior respect right now. You gonna accept it or not?”
Maybe it was his title as the youngest archery national team member sparking their inferiority complex, or jealousy over the coach’s praise—either way, their bullying had escalated from errands and ostracism to actual blows. They were careful to strike where it wouldn’t show, but Yeonwoo’s patience was at its end.
Honestly, it was ridiculous: we’re both first-timers at this Olympics, yet they act all high and mighty just because they’re older. Now they’d even started slapping him under the guise of discipline.
“Damn. My grandma told me to keep my temper in check.”
Despite Roy overshadowing him, Yeonwoo himself wasn’t one to back down. Ruffling his hair, he kicked over a trash can and stared at the three guys around him in turn.
“This is the last time I take your crap. Call me out again for this crap, and I’ll really turn everything upside down.”
“Heh, is he for real?”
“I am. Completely sane.”
Yeonwoo dusted off his clothes and muttered under his breath.
“Damn. I can’t keep doing this shit.”
“You really wanna die?!”
Just as Yeonwoo tried to leave, Senior 1, angered by his words, grabbed his shoulder roughly and swung a punch.
Pow!
That was enough to snap Yeonwoo’s remaining restraint.
“Spit! Damn, you’re all screwed today.”
Spitting blood-mixed saliva onto the ground, Yeonwoo took up a fighting stance and flicked his fingers at the three.
“Here—come on. Bring it.”
No sooner had he provoked them than all three charged at once. Though young, Yeonwoo had the guts and grit that made him a force on the Busan streets. As Senior 1 barreled straight at him, Yeonwoo grabbed his waist and shoved with all his might.
“Oof...!”
Caught off guard by the sheer intensity, Senior 1 tumbled backward.
“But this kid—”
“What? You got mouth for days. You fighting or what?”
Senior 2 rushed in with a wild punch, but Yeonwoo swiftly swept his leg and tripped him.
Kwa-dang!
These guys were all talk and no skill—it felt wasteful having endured all their bullying only to find they couldn’t fight.
Still, even for tough-as-nails Yeonwoo, facing three at once was too much.
Crack!
No sooner had he toppled Senior 2 than Senior 3 struck his back with a wooden beam, the force so strong it snapped the plank in two.
“Ugh!”
Yeonwoo collapsed as blows rained down on him. The tide of battle turned in an instant.
“Grr... ugh.”
They’d spared his shoulders and arms, but these seniors had no code of conduct. Yeonwoo could only curl up and shield himself as their kicks pummeled him.
These bastards. I promised my grandma I’d bring home a gold medal.
Gritting his teeth, Yeonwoo endured. Rising too soon to counter would only worsen his injuries. So he endured, even as an odd sound suddenly cut through the chaos.
“Kieeeek!”
“Aaah!”
“Ahh!”
Senior 1, about to kick Yeonwoo’s side, was flung the other way and landed face-first into the trash can. The other two screamed as if seeing a ghost and bolted.
What the—? Where’s that coming from?
Startled, Yeonwoo looked ahead. The sight before him was grisly. Senior 1’s unconscious body lay atop the broken trash can. Without his head, he might have been unrecognizable were it not for the mark on his hand.
“What... what is that....”
Yeonwoo had never seen so much blood in his life—nor a fiend that eats human flesh. In this spot, he could have fainted...but he was strangely calm. The training to keep his heart rate steady in any situation—even the worst—was paying off.
Shooting drills, ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) high-dives from the scariest heights, special baseball-field training... all that had honed him. Now, in the face of the worst disaster, his mind was icy and clear.
I have to run.
The injured senior was tragic, but to prevent more deaths, he had to escape and alert others. Clenching his fist, Yeonwoo prepared to stand—when—
“Kieeeek!”
The fiend, tearing at Senior 1’s arm, charged at Senior 2 who was fleeing toward the shooting range.
“No!”
Yeonwoo shouted too late as Senior 2 was flung onto the range. Pale with fear, Yeonwoo rushed to aid Senior 3.
“Snap out of it! There’s no time to stand around—you have to run!”
Forcing the stunned senior up, Yeonwoo bolted downhill.
✧
Three hours into infiltrating the athletes’ village.
“Have you ever done archery before? What school are you from? What are your parents’ numbers?”
Only after claiming a restroom break did Roy finally escape the coach’s interrogation and sprint out of the archery field. It was now or never: he had to get out of the village before anyone noticed. Snatching a set of training clothes from the laundry bin, he changed completely and tossed his badge into a trash can.
Ugh, what a drain!
Now just another jaemmini visitor, he was livid at how much time he’d wasted. To avoid being recognized, he’d even discarded his mask and jammed his cap down low, then pulled up his map app.
Sadly, the shooting range was right next to the hockey rink he’d scaled the fence of. Walking there on foot was a 40-minute trek. But if he cut across the mountain in the middle? He could halve that time.
Then the decision was obvious. Roy gazed at the wild-looking mountain with a hint of nostalgia.
Ugh... why is life so hard?
