novelraw Chapter 157: Destruction (I)
Chapter 157: Destruction (I)
Jisoo leaned slightly closer behind him.
Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breathing near his ear now.
"Eun Wo doesn’t react like this," she said quietly.
Her tone stayed level.
Sharp.
Focused.
"No— he doesn’t move like that, more like he can’t."
The grip around his arm tightened again.
Si Hon immediately sucked in air through his teeth.
"OW OW OW PLEASE IM SAYING SOMETHING!!! BUT FUCK THIS HUR—"
"Answer me."
"LET ME TALK THEN?!"
And of course, around them, the classroom was still collapsing into chaos, but Jisoo’s focus never wavered even once. The dragon roared overhead. Students rushed for the door. Dust rained from the ceiling.
And she still refused to loosen her grip.
"I am S—"
"Tell me!"
This time she forced his arm higher behind his back, pressure locking painfully against his shoulder while the hold around his neck tightened just enough to make breathing annoying.
"Who the fuck are you?!" she said.
Something inside Si Hon snapped instantly.
"FUCK!!!!!"
His scream exploded through the room loud enough to make nearby students flinch.
"LET ME TALK!!"
Silence hit for exactly half a second.
Then—
Jisoo’s grip loosened.
Not fully.
Just enough.
And Si Hon immediately took advantage of it.
He twisted violently like an actual worm escaping a fishing hook, nearly dislocating his own shoulder in the process as he slipped free from under her arm and stumbled sideways out of her grasp.
(ಥ‿ಥ, Success!)
Unfortunately—
He stumbled in literally the worst direction possible... Straight toward the destroyed side of the classroom.
"Oh you’ve gotta be kidding m—"
Slip.
There was no floor.
Si Hon’s eyes widened as his foot hit broken debris instead of solid ground, balance disappearing instantly beneath him.
And then—
He fell backward through the massive hole the dragon had bitten open earlier.
The stream chat absolutely lost their minds.
「KEWKMAN: LOLLLLLLLLLL」
「(≧▽≦) NOOOOOO~」
「BRO ESCAPED THE GIRL JUST TO LOSE TO GRAVITY FALL... the fuck is this shenanigans.」
「ಠ益ಠ STOP LAUGHING YOU DEMONS」
「KING SI HONNNNNN!!! (〒﹏〒)」
「THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD’VE LET HER HOLD YOU!!!」
"SHaT UP!" he screamed with all his might as he fell.
"CRASH!"
Si Hon smashed directly through a desk below, wood exploding apart beneath him before his back slammed hard against the second floor tiles.
"AWGH—!"
Pain shot straight through his spine.
For a second he just laid there staring upward blankly while debris drifted slowly through the air around him.
Above—
The ruined hole in the classroom ceiling framed the dragon’s massive shadow moving overhead while terrified students continued rushing past the broken opening trying to escape.
(I fell...)
His chest rose unevenly.
(So I’m on the second floor now...)
A pause.
(Huh.)
Another pause.
(It actually doesn’t hurt that much.)
The floating messages suddenly shifted downward in front of his face again without warning.
「(・∀・) Uhhh... I think you should move now.」
「YEAH AGREED AGREED (ᗒᗩᗕ)」
「lol he’s gonna die」
「ಠ_ಠ not helping.」
「KING SI HON GET UPPPPP」
「Behind you maybe??? Maybe maybe maybe???」
Confused, Si Hon waved his hand at the floating chatbox like he was shooing away annoying flies.
And the messages—
Actually moved.
The entire stream slid sideways obediently.
Si Hon froze.
"Huh."
The chats froze too.
Then chaos erupted again.
「WAIT WHAT!?」
「He’s moving us?!?!」
「NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THE CORNER AGAIN (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)」
「THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT KEWKMAN!!!!」
「WHY AM I BEING DRAGGED AWAYYYYY」
「KING SI HON PLEASE I TAKE BACK EVERYTHINGGG EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!!」
A slow smile spread across Si Hon’s face for the first time since entering the scenario.
"Oh."
Interesting.
Without hesitation, he flicked the floating messages upward toward the ceiling where they hovered completely out of sight.
Instant screaming.
「NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO」
「HE BANISHED US AGAINNNN」
「(╥﹏╥) CRUEL KING」
「I CAN’T SEE HIM ANYMORE WAHHH」
「KEWKMAN: You mean "HE CAN’T" kewk, dumbass...」
「Acardthatwasmaxxedoutwithcash: shut the fuck up... I just gotten out of bath to see y’all are talking to him and then... this happened again...」
「THIS IS EMOTIONAL ABUSE ಠಗಠ」
"Peace and quiet," Si Hon muttered happily.
Then—
Movement above caught his attention.
He looked upward through the broken hole in the ceiling.
Jisoo stood there staring down at him.
Still confused.
Still suspicious.
Dust drifted around her while the ruined classroom is now burning behind her silhouette. Her eyes remained narrowed slightly, focused entirely on him like she was trying to solve something impossible.
And then—
She moved.
Like she was about to jump down after him.
But before she could—
The dragon shifted overhead.
The entire ceiling groaned violently as one massive claw slammed somewhere above, forcing Jisoo backward out of sight while students screamed again upstairs and there.
Si Hon immediately moved.
No hesitation this time.
He pushed himself upright, grabbed a broken wooden stick from the shattered remains of the desk beside him, and shut his eyes briefly.
(Multi directional movement.)
The sensation came instantly.
The strange compression beneath his skin.
The feeling of the world tightening around his body.
Then—
Everything twisted.
Space blurred violently for half a second—
And Si Hon vanished and reappeared six feet sway.
BOOM!
A gigantic red scaled foot crashed down onto the exact spot where he had been lying moments earlier, obliterating the shattered desk remains beneath it with explosive force.
The entire building shook.
Not a small tremor.
The kind that rolled through the structure like something enormous had slammed against its bones from the outside.
Concrete groaned somewhere below while distant screams echoed through the hallways, mixing together with the grinding sound of collapsing floors and the dragon still forcing its way deeper into the school above them.
Si Hon nearly lost his balance immediately.
His vision blurred hard for a second, the world tilting strangely sideways as nausea twisted through his stomach without warning. The air around him felt thick, heavy, almost underwater like exhaustion crashed into his body all at once.
"F- Fuck..."
He caught himself against the broken remains of a desk nearby before his knees gave out completely.
The wooden stick in his hand slammed against the floor a second later as he used it to steady himself like some exhausted old man whose joints had finally given up on life.
His breathing came unevenly now.
Slower.
Rougher.
And his head wouldn’t stop spinning.
(Fuck... I used Multi Directional Movement...)
His thoughts dragged sluggishly against the exhaustion.
(Not Pulsed Step...)
A pause.
(How many times did I even use it today...?)
Another pause.
(I lost count...)
His grip tightened slightly around the wooden stick as he forced himself upright again, shoulders trembling faintly beneath the fatigue settling into his muscles.
"Shit..." he muttered quietly, dragging a hand across his face. "It’s been awhile since I got this side effects and shit this still feels so bad..."
Above him—
The dragon moved again.
BOOM.
Its gigantic foot shifted deeper into the ruined classroom overhead, and immediately the ceiling above Si Hon cracked apart in massive lines.
The building couldn’t handle the weight.
Couldn’t even pretend to.
Concrete buckled inward with loud snapping sounds while chunks of debris crashed from above like a falling meteors. Somewhere upstairs, metal screamed violently as support beams bent under pressure they were never designed to survive.
Then—
CRASH!
Part of the floor above collapsed entirely.
Si Hon looked up just in time to see a section of the classroom cave inward beneath the dragon’s weight before dropping into the first floor below in an explosion of concrete dust and shattered tiles.
Another roar shook the building immediately afterward.
Then—
BOOM!
A distant explosion thundered somewhere else across the school, strong enough to rattle the hallway windows beside him.
Si Hon slapped both of his cheeks hard.
"Focus."