Califa tilted her head at the man's words.

"Really? You say you have something to check. Are you two acquainted?"

"Let's assume so."

The man said this while looking at Jin. No, from the beginning, he had been looking only at Jin.

"What are you going to do?"

What else could be done?

From Jin's perspective, there was no reason to refuse.

It was a chance to show off his skills and teach that jerk a lesson.

In truth, Jin wasn't burning with competitive spirit just because of a shoulder bump.

Despite appearances, he had studied elementary school proper behavior, middle school ethics, and high school ethics and philosophy. Even though one year in Downtown had a profound impact, he hadn't grown into an ill-mannered thug who'd flip out over a shoulder bump.

Therefore, the real reason Jin didn't avoid the approaching fight at this moment was that his body instinctively reacted to the feral fighting spirit emanating from his opponent.

"Shall we start right away?"

Seeing Jin cracking his neck, Califa intervened.

"Wait. It's not suitable here."

After confirming the unyielding look in both men's eyes, she sighed lightly and said to the bartender.

"Poe. Guide them to the training room."

"Yes, Miss Califa. Please follow me, gentlemen."

The bartender put down the glass he was holding and led the way.

As Jin followed him, he realized that this bar was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

Just opening the door to what he thought was a storage space revealed a fairly large open area beyond, proving it was far from an ordinary pub.

Is this some kind of front business?

Lost in such thoughts, Jin suddenly found himself facing the goblin-masked man at a distance of about five steps.

The man spoke.

"I'm Fenrir."

"Alright."

Jin omitted his own introduction.

The exchange of names was already sufficient.

"Fenrir, I don't know why you're doing this, but take it easy. Don't cause any unnecessary trouble."

"I'll try. Can't promise though."

Jin's eyes grew fierce as he listened to the conversation between Califa and Fenrir. These two, really.

How could he feel good when they were assuming his defeat before the fight even started?

And so, the irritated Jin suddenly kicked the ground.

First strike wins!

He closed the distance in an instant and threw a punch. Fenrir reacted to this sudden attack. He quickly ducked his head to avoid the fist, then lowered his posture further and swept the floor with his leg.

Thud!

Jin's body floated in the air as his supporting ankle was kicked away. Just as he was about to fall on his back, Jin stretched both hands downward to support himself on the floor.

This was far from a proper falling technique. Taking the full weight on his wrists while both legs were in the air was a posture perfect for fractures.

But superhuman strength overcame this.

For a moment, veins bulged on his forearms as they firmly supported him on the floor, then using his core strength, he elastically kicked both legs upward.

It was like a spring kick reminiscent of the black capoeira character from a famous fighting game.

Fenrir, who had been chasing the falling Jin, hurriedly crossed his arms.

Boom!

Jin pursued Fenrir, who was pushed back by the impact. A fist thrown like a chase hit the side, and the opposite leg, not missing the momentarily loosened facial defense, aimed for the head.

A left jab followed by a right high kick.

Fenrir avoided the attack by leaning his upper body back as if lying down. The leg brushing above his face and the wind pressure transmitted to his skin colored the eyes above the mask with surprise.

Jin's leg whirled through the air and touched the ground again almost simultaneously as Fenrir straightened his waist.

And at that moment, the distance between the two was very close.

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Their fists crossed.

Fenrir couldn't be entirely pleased with the fact that his attack had hit Jin's face, completely caving in his nose. Because a sound like a drum bursting echoed next to his ear.

Even though it just grazed him, his ear was stinging.

It was fortunate that the counter punch landed fantastically. If he hadn't dodged, he would have taken that hit to the face.

What kind of body...!

Something felt off from the moment their shoulders collided.

It felt like hitting a piece of iron.

It was hard to believe, so he thought it was his imagination.

His pride was scratched, and he needed to recover.

But after directly engaging, he realized it wasn't his imagination.

This bastard is strange.

If I don't finish this properly, it could be dangerous.

Just as Fenrir was thinking this and preparing for a follow-up attack.

Jin's face, which had been falling backward spraying blood, returned to its original position like a roly-poly toy.

He had instantly recovered from his momentary loss of consciousness.

The blazing eyes were a bonus.

Immediately after, Fenrir's fist struck Jin's face hard.

But Jin withstood the impact that shook his skull. The previous hit was an unexpected counter, but this time he saw it coming.

The brain doesn't usually shut down for impacts it anticipates.

So Jin, who had closed the distance while offering his face, stretched out his arm and firmly locked his hands on the nape of Fenrir's neck as he tried to hastily retreat.

"...Where! Are you trying to run away!"

Then, as he pulled his arm down, his raised knee struck Fenrir's abdomen.

Fenrir hurriedly raised his elbow to block, but the impact shook the bones of his entire body.

Before he could gather his wits, Jin pulled down his arm again. The force was so strong that Fenrir's head dropped down.

It was the moment when the target of the follow-up attack shifted from the abdomen to the head.

Crack!

Fenrir's body jerked violently as his face took a direct hit from the knee. His resistance noticeably weakened.

Jin intended to finish it. Just as he was about to raise his knee once more, certain that one more hit would end it decisively.

Jin found himself suddenly at a distance from his opponent.

This was not a realm of reason but of instinct,

The flight jacket, torn into four long strips across the chest, proved that judgment wasn't wrong.

Grrrr-

Fenrir was seen staggering to regain his balance.

With his arm that he had swung widely now lowered, he slowly raised his head, revealing a face covered in grayish fur.

The goblin mask fell off with a thud.

What was revealed was an elongated snout, a height increased by more than 20cm, swollen muscles, and sharply protruding claws.

Jin muttered as he recalled the creature that met all these criteria.

"A werewolf?"

Grrrr-

Fenrir growled lowly. Then, as he fixed his bright yellow eyes on Jin and placed his hand on the long sword hilt.

"That's enough."

Califa's voice pierced the tense air.

Jin, who had been clenching his fists tightly in preparation for the continuing fight, saw the bartender blocking his view.

"Would you please stop, Jin."

The politely smiling face naturally made the strength in his hand dissipate.

The same seemed to be true for Fenrir, as the figure visible over the bartender's shoulder had already taken human form. Califa, standing next to him, said.

"How serious were you planning to be? The test is over, Fenrir."

"...Damn it."

A curse as if spitting it out.

Fenrir turned around and left the training room without looking back. The bartender was about to follow immediately, seeing his staggering gait, but Califa stretched out her hand to stop him.

"It's fine. Just let him go."

"Understood."

"By the way..."

Califa trailed off as she shifted her gaze.

At the end of it was Jin, making a pained expression while twitching his blood-covered nose.

The corners of her mouth curved into an arc.

"An interesting guest has certainly arrived."

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Anecdote even had guest rooms attached.

Well, with a training ground already there, what's so special about guest rooms?

So, Jin was taking a short rest in a simple room with just a bed, desk, and chair.

Whether this could be called rest was questionable.

"Ptui!"

Bloody phlegm fell into the bucket with a splat.

After that, Jin continued to spit out bloody phlegm.

It was because his nose bone had completely collapsed. Trying to breathe only through his mouth, blood kept flowing down his throat, which is something only those who have experienced it can understand. It's truly maddening.

Moreover, because the two effective hits he took were both to the face, not only his nose but his entire face was throbbing.

But Jin just endured it.

Breaking and fracturing were now familiar occurrences.

If only the pain could become familiar too.

Unfortunately, the pain was always new and never seemed to get easier to adapt to.

"Ptooey!"

Jin, who had inevitably spit out bloody phlegm again, hugged the bucket.

And he thought to himself.

That was dangerous.

It was fortunate that he was hit in the nose. If the point of impact had been the temple or chin, the recovery speed would have been slower.

Then, wouldn't he have taken several clean hits as follow-ups?

Naturally, a much more difficult situation would have unfolded.

But even if the fight had flowed that way, Jin didn't think he would have lost.

Of course, that's if Fenrir had remained in human form.

A werewolf, huh.

What exactly is this game's genre?

Cyberpunk, arcanepunk, biopunk, punk punk punk. It was a game where all sorts of genres unfamiliar to some were mixed together, so what difference would adding a werewolf make?

Still, Jin, who hadn't expected other races, chuckled.

It wasn't a laugh of joy or happiness.

He just laughed like a fool.

Dripping bloody saliva from his torn lower lip.

At this rate, will vampires and elves appear too?

If I meet them, should I make them cry by asking them to prove their purity?

Are our beautiful pointy-eared friends really good shots as rumored?

I don't know about bows, but there are guns in this world. They should be good shots. Well.

Anyway, this is crazy. Really crazy.

Just when I thought I was getting used to it.

Jin laughed.

His distorted expression soon became hard to distinguish whether he was crying or laughing.

And his breathing lost its regular rhythm.

"Haa, haa-"

Amidst the interval between inhales and exhales running wild.

A black wave rushed into the guest room where Jin was.

It was at an incredible speed, leaving no time to react.

In an instant, starting with his ankles being submerged, the black water soaked his thighs, passed his abdomen, and soon reached his chest.

Jin knew this was panic, but couldn't muster the courage to stop it. His breathing became even more rapid.

"Huk! Huk! Huk!"

There was no superhuman who could withstand bullets with his bare body here now. There was just a man keenly realizing he was a stranger in this place.

What saved Jin was a small knocking sound.

Knock knock knock.

At that ordinary external sound, the black water that had risen to his chin disappeared as if it was a lie. And the door opened.

"Are you alright?"

The worried face of the bartender was captured in Jin's panting eyes.

"I came because your heart rate was excessively fast. Is there any problem?"

Poe, wasn't it?

From reading heart rates and appearing, to his manner of speaking as if he lived in a different world, and his graceful movements.

He didn't feel human at all.

But Jin, who had been on the verge of mental drowning, couldn't hide his relief.

"Thanks. You saved me."

"Jin?"

"I get like this sometimes. I'm fine now. Really fine."

"If that's the case, I'm glad, but..."

"Ah. My nose is finally clear. Just a moment."

Poe silently watched as Jin repeatedly blew bright red nasal mucus into the bucket. Finally, when Jin raised his head and showed his face with the swelling subsided, he delivered the prepared message.

"Then shall we move together? The manager has been waiting for you."