God-Tier Enhancement Chapter 317: Episode 317A Glamorous Trip (3)

Chapter 317: Episode 317_A Glamorous Trip (3)

5.

In a bar with a relaxed atmosphere, Kang Yeseul and Jeong Seolah were sharing drinks.

It was just the two of them at the table.

The two n were off on the other side of the room, enjoying a shooting ga in the portable capsules that had been set up.

It was ti to say the things they couldn’t in the ga, words they’d been storing up.

Besides, neither Kang Yeseul nor Jeong Seolah was the type to hide her true feelings.

They used to have talks like this often, but ever since they started 『Fantastic World』 and t Han Simin, they hadn’t found the ti.

Everyone thinks differently while playing a ga, and as the leader, Seolah needed ti to vent and work through the complaints that naturally arose from her position. That was why she grew thoughtful at Yeseul’s question.

Whenever the usually bubbly Yeseul spoke so seriously, it was always about sothing big.

Especially with a look this grave—Seolah could count on one hand the number of tis she’d seen it since they’d t.

So she could not help but tense up.

At the very beginning, there had been the ti when Yeseul had cried, whining that the ga was too hard and she wanted to quit. Another ti, when Seolah had decided to wage an endless PK war against a player with whom she had a deep grudge, Yeseul had tried to stop her. When she couldn’t, Yeseul had threatened to leave the guild.

Those were the kinds of situations where Yeseul would steel herself and speak with that expression.

How could Seolah not be nervous?

She listened closely.

’What is it this ti?’

It was about ti sothing ca to a head. So much had happened in 『Fantastic World』.

Of course, from Seolah’s perspective, there had been far fewer conflicts than in other gas. It had been more fun, thanks to Simin, and she didn’t think anything had happened that was serious enough to brood over.

But that might just be her opinion.

She waited calmly.

After a quiet mont, Kang Yeseul drew in a breath and finally spoke.

“We could’ve had him, you know. If we’d wanted to, we could’ve gotten Simin.”

“...Huh?”

The words that finally ca were nothing like what she had expected.

Seolah’s gaze naturally drifted to the sofa, where Han Simin sat beside Jeong Hyeonsu, both wearing portable capsules.

After a brief mont of thought, she understood what Kang Yeseul ant.

“Pfft.”

At the sa ti, she burst out laughing.

She reached over and ruffled Yeseul’s bangs. Yeseul was still staring at her with those serious eyes.

“What’s this? You really like Mr. Simin, huh? For the great Kang Yeseul to be so serious about soone?”

“I an, he’s just so attractive.”

It was an uncharacteristically blunt comnt from Yeseul, but Seolah could only nod.

Their relationship was almost purely an online one. Even though they had t in person, they hadn’t had nearly as much ti to get to know him as they had in the ga.

Even so, the half-joking comnts Yeseul had made before were now almost entirely sincere.

Setting aside his wealth, as a man, he was a perfect match for both of their tastes.

From one angle, he could seem like a money-grubbing leech who would do anything for cash, but up close, he wasn’t like that at all. Instead, he seed like a cool guy doing everything he could to move forward within the conditions he’d been given.

Perhaps they were both half-blinded by infatuation, or maybe it was only possible because they had beco his partners in cri.

In any case, Seolah answered Yeseul’s question.

“Of course I like him. Enough that I’ve thought about going after him and making him my man.”

“Then why didn’t you? You had plenty of chances to seal the deal.”

If the man in question had heard this, his heart would be pounding, but the two won traded these lines as if it were nothing.

It could have been embarrassing, but they were straightforward.

These were their own feelings.

They asked the questions they hadn’t been able to ask before, borrowing courage from the alcohol and the atmosphere.

Now that the topic was open, Seolah felt her own emotions stir.

It had definitely been fun since she t Han Simin.

Despite being a chaebol heiress, it had been hard to find a man who could match her among the other rich kids in her circle, especially one who would take on the challenge of a ga and keep up with her.

The n who chased her for her status and position could hardly keep up with a woman who played gas with the intensity of soone dedicating their life to it.

In that context, a man who played more ruthlessly and uniquely than she did couldn’t help but be interesting.

Aside from his in-ga quirks, there were no real flaws.

Simin had clearly shown interest in her, whether for her looks or so other reason.

The mont she thought, ’What would it be like to date this guy?’ there was nothing left to consider.

She was at an age where she didn’t need to overthink dating.

But there was one reason she had not taken the first step.

“Grandpa said that if I start seeing a man now, he’s going to marry

off right away.”

Yeseul fell silent.

“You rember how I rebelled before, saying I wanted to play gas?”

Her life was her own, that was true. But it was also true that her parents had provided everything she’d enjoyed growing up, and she had to take responsibility for so of her past actions.

Her parents had relented on things they had every right to force on her, asking for only one promise in return.

“You don’t regret it?”

“Regret? I’ve never said I’ve given up. If Mr. Simin says he’s okay with it even now, I don’t mind getting married. I’d love a husband who’s good at gas and enjoys them with .”

“...Tch. That feels like winning by cheating.”

Even as she said it, Yeseul’s expression was tinged with guilt.

Her eyes drifted back to Han Simin.

This was a problem she would have to face sooner or later, now that her feelings were becoming real.

Unless he was an idiot, there was no way he hadn’t noticed that both of them had feelings for him, after spending so much ti by his side.

Still, she didn’t apologize to Seolah.

She wasn’t stealing anything, and she didn’t have anything to lose yet, either.

Just looking at Seolah, it was obvious which of them was closer to Simin’s type; it didn’t need to be said out loud.

Even with Yeseul’s aggressive advances, most n would have found it difficult to bat her away as lightly as he did.

Yeseul’s expression grew even more serious.

Her face, bathed in the soft light, was beautiful all the sa.

In any case, she had cleared one hurdle.

What remained was the question of whether she could reel Simin in.

For a woman who had everything, it was a surprisingly complicated and difficult problem.

She looked at Simin, who was laughing without a care in the world as he played his ga, her expression frustrated.

“What’s so great about a guy who lives that carefree...”

“What are they even doing to be playing that long?”

Yeseul and Seolah switched the TV to a live feed of the n’s shooting ga.

*

The portable capsule was a helt that used the wearer’s brainwaves to create a virtual reality experience.

Unlike a full-dive capsule, it had the drawback of requiring the user to move their own body. The ga Simin and Hyeonsu were playing was designed to avoid that issue. Like an old arcade light-gun ga, the screen simply scrolled, and all they had to do was shoot.

A ga to test your shooting skills.

It would have been more fun to aim at each other, but that would have required dodging, and they couldn’t have played while sitting quietly on the sofa.

Anyway, at first, the shooting was just for fun.

Leaving male pride aside, they were a little buzzed from the drinks, and it was fun to pull the trigger and reminisce about their army days.

But both of them took more pride in their gaming skills than anything else.

Their main genre was RPGs, but even in a ga like this, they couldn’t help being competitive. At so point, it naturally turned into a score competition.

And the winner was Jeong Hyeonsu.

“Were you a clerk in the army or sothing?”

“...I’m not going easy on you.”

“Pfft.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Deal.”

Naturally, a bet was made, and there was no need to think hard about the stakes: it went straight to money.

“Winner takes a thousand dollars.”

“Look at you, making donations now that you’ve been making money?”

“If you lose, I’ll make you swim back to Korea from here.”

And the result was the exact expression the two won saw on Simin’s face when they tuned in.

Hyeonsu was speechless.

“Thanks for the easy money.”

Five gas, five wins.

Whenever money was on the line, Simin won like a man possessed. He took off his helt, savoring the joy of victory.

Then he was generous.

“I’ll cover drinks tonight!”

Shouting that Kenji’s money was his money, he watched Hyeonsu pull off his helt with a deeply sour expression, then sprang to his feet.

“Ah. Ti for a walk on the beach.”

“Hey! One more round! Ten thousand on it. Let’s wrestle.”

“Nope. I’m not signing up to get my ass handed to . I wouldn’t do it even if you paid

ten thousand.”

As Simin bolted, Yeseul imdiately ran after him.

*

Watching Yeseul trot after Simin, Hyeonsu tilted his head.

“When did those two get that close?”

“Yeseul’s always been like that.”

“I didn’t know she was serious.”

“Why, are you disappointed?”

“Disappointed? You’re hurting my feelings here.”

“I’m glad we ca on this trip. It’s been forever since we just hung out like this, the four of us.”

“Yeah. That damn bastard. He totally hooked .”

“From what I’ve seen, I feel like I could beat Mr. Simin myself if money was on the line.”

“Monster.”

It had been so long since the siblings had talked like this that they couldn’t even rember the last ti.

They weren’t awkward with each other, but the trip really drove ho how important this kind of ti was.

“When are you going to join the group?”

“Soti soon. I’ll wrap this ga up and then go.”

“Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? It’s sothing I want to do, and sothing I have to do. I’ll block anything they try to force on you, Seolah, so you just live the way you want.”

“Thanks.”

Even if they were stuck together in the ga all day, when else would they have this kind of conversation?

His protective feelings for his little sister, which had been a bit dormant lately, flared up again, and Seolah could not help but be grateful.

At the sa ti, she felt a pang of regret.

After this ga, the Specialists would have to disband.

Hyeonsu might log in from ti to ti, but they wouldn’t be able to keep syncing their playstyles like they did now.

Simin would take his spot, so in practice, nothing would change, but it was still a sha.

At the sa ti, she felt a desire to finish strong.

To end with a beautiful finale.

They were already doing incredibly well, but in the end, every ga was a winner-take-all affair.

“What do you think will happen from here?”

On top of that, the main story had reached a point where predictions were no longer possible.

Until now, the plot had been what you’d expect from a cliché fantasy novel, but Simin had completely scrambled it.

That made it all the more exciting.

“Let’s talk about it when Mr. Simin and Yeseul get back.”

“Yeah.”

That passion.

In the end, the Specialists’ day trip wound down with talk about 『Fantastic World』.