Soul system:Return Of The SSS-Ranked Troublemaker-Chapter 53: Game Of Fate (11) Messed.

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Zero appeared beside him again, arms folded, the soft blue glow of his projection reflecting off the nearby glass.

"A killer, a loyal son, a tactician, a ghost, and a god complex," he muttered. "Which one do you think did it?"

Zion smirked, eyes half-lidded.

"Obviously... all of them."

Zero let out a small chuckle, then fell silent.

Zion leaned back, stretching his arms with a sigh. "It’s all good now. I’ll spend the rest of my time here getting stronger. No distractions."

"Whatever you say," Zero replied casually. "I’m just here to guide you, not babysit."

Zion let out a tired breath, eyes closing. "We’ll talk more tomorrow, Master. I’m wiped."

"...Alright," Zero said quietly, fading from view as Zion drifted off on the sofa.

The room was quiet now. One by one, the others had also fallen asleep in their respective rooms.

And just like that, the first month of the challenge passed quietly.

No surprises. No attacks.

Just a cycle of training, eating, and sleeping—each day inching them closer to something bigger. Something waiting outside.

The Five Half-Beast Girls – POV

In the middle of a quiet forest on Jeju Island, five figures stood in a rough circle. Tall trees surrounded them, the wind gently rustling through the leaves.

"What are we doing here, exactly?" Zaira asked, raising a brow and glancing around at the empty space.

"We’re making our base here, obviously!" Masha declared, hands on her hips, her tail flicking behind her with excitement. "C’mon, this place is perfect!"

Selka yawned loudly and flopped down on the grass like a lazy cat. "That sounds like way too much work... I vote nap."

Masha whipped around. "You’re always sleeping!"

"And yet I’m still prettier than you," Selka smirked, stretching with a teasing lilt in her voice. "No wonder Zion never gave you the time of day. Ha~"

"Wha—?! Shut up!" Masha’s ears twitched, face turning red. "He just... didn’t notice yet, that’s all!"

While the two bickered, Ivara leaned against a tree, arms crossed. She was the tallest of the group, her long silver hair swaying in the breeze. "If you’re both done arguing like kids, we do need shelter before night falls."

Her voice was calm, but the tone made it clear she wasn’t taking any nonsense.

"I’ll build the walls!" Rinara suddenly chirped, stepping forward with a too-wide smile. Her eyes sparkled a little too brightly.

"...You’re not gonna put traps inside again, right?" Zaira asked cautiously.

Rinara tilted her head. "Hmm~ only if someone touches Zion first~"

The others froze.

"...She’s doing that creepy thing again," Selka whispered to Masha.

"Just don’t make eye contact," Masha muttered back.

Ivara sighed. "Let’s just get it done. If we’re staying here for a while, we need food, a roof, and a plan."

And just like that, their strange little group got to work—arguing, teasing, threatening... but building something together.

Kind of.

As the five half-beast women spent their days gathering wood and materials, their treehouse slowly came together. By the fourth day, it was finished—a sturdy structure nestled among thick branches, complete with a simple roof and wooden railing. They spent most of their time hunting wild animals in the forest for food, and occasionally sneaking into the city for entertainment or supplies.

Leon’s Team POV

Deep in the forest, Leon, Callix, Celestia, George, and Elay walked along a narrow trail, surrounded by tall trees and the soft rustle of wind.

"So... what now?" Leon asked, glancing around.

"Use your brain—you’re our leader," Callix replied, adjusting his glasses with an annoyed sigh.

Leon groaned. "Ugh, every time with this guy..."

Celestia glanced at Elay, who was carrying a toddler in one arm and a bottle of milk in the other. "Hey, Elay—I didn’t expect you to be a dad."

Elay gave a tired smile. "Surprise."

"How old is your son?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Two."

George raised an eyebrow. "So... you were sixteen when he was born, huh?"

"Yeah."

Leon smirked, teasing. "And what happened to the baby’s mom—or should I say, your wife~?"

Elay’s expression shifted, his smile fading.

"...I don’t know," he said quietly.

The mood dipped for a moment.

Callix, sensing the shift, suddenly slapped Leon hard on the back.

"OW! What was that for?!" Leon snapped.

"We’re near the city," Callix said flatly. "Just making sure our ’leader’ is ready."

Elay glanced down at his son, then let out a small laugh.

Callix noticed it. It was brief, but it was real.

Eventually, the group made it to the outskirts of Jeju City. The city lights flickered in the distance, and the sounds of life echoed faintly from the streets beyond.

"So... what’s the plan?" Leon asked, rubbing his sore back.

As they spent the evening searching for a place that would take them in for free, it remained uncertain whether they’d succeed or end up sleeping under the stars.

Russian Students’ POV 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

It was already night when they arrived at Pyoseon.

Ivan stood tall under the dim lights, expression unreadable. Two girls clung to each of his arms—one with stark white hair, the other with raven black. They stopped in front of a beach-themed hotel, its glowing lights casting long shadows along the sand.

"Secure our rooms," Ivan said coldly, not even glancing at the others.

The rest of the Russian international students flinched. Fear was visible in their eyes, yet none dared disobey. They stormed into the hotel lobby, throwing threats and complaints at the tired staff.

Meanwhile, Ivan reclined outside on a long lounge chair, the sea breeze brushing past his sharp features. One hand rested on each girl’s waist.

"I wonder what methods I’ll use to break Yin," he muttered, eyes scanning the night sky. A dangerous smirk tugged at his lips.

The white-haired girl leaned closer, gently twisting a lock of his hair between her fingers.

"Ivan... didn’t that staff guy say harassing civilians could affect our points? If we get flagged, we might be given a villain role~" she said in a playful tone.

The black-haired woman nodded in agreement. "Right. You still wanna be a hero, don’t you? Or would you rather go back to that little hell you caused in Russia~?"

Ivan remained silent. His face stayed like stone—hard, cold, and unreadable.

Just then, a loud thud drew attention. A large, heavyset man marched out of the hotel, dragging two of the Russian students by their collars.

He stomped up to Ivan.

"Hey. You their leader?" the man asked, voice rough and threatening.

Ivan stood up from his lounge chair slowly, brushing off a speck of dust from his slacks. The two girls stayed seated, watching with silent anticipation. His sharp eyes locked with the tall, broad-shouldered man in front of him—equal in height, but built more like a heavyweight wrestler than a soldier.

"I’m the leader," Ivan said coldly.

The man cracked his neck and dropped the two Russian students at his feet. "Then you’re the one I gotta teach manners to."

Ivan didn’t speak.

He moved first.

A blur of black and red, Ivan lunged in with a feint jab toward the man’s throat. The bigger man swatted it aside easily, but that was all Ivan needed. He dropped low, sweeping his leg across the tiled floor—dust and sand from the nearby beach kicked up into the man’s eyes.

"Argh—shit!"

The man reeled back a step, and Ivan slammed a knee into his gut. It landed solid, but not enough to drop him. The man grabbed Ivan by the shoulder and threw him backward toward a stack of plastic beach chairs.

Crash!

The chairs collapsed beneath him. Ivan rolled up, shaking sand from his jacket. "You hit like a drunk uncle," he spat.

"Let’s see how your bones hold up," the man growled, rushing forward.

Ivan ducked beneath the incoming haymaker and rammed his elbow into the man’s ribs—three quick jabs. The third made a cracking sound. The man grunted but didn’t fall. He caught Ivan by the collar and slammed him into the wall of the hotel.

Boom.

Plaster cracked. Ivan’s vision blurred for a second.

But he smiled.

Using one foot, he kicked a loose potted plant near his leg. The heavy ceramic struck the man’s knee. He dropped just enough for Ivan to headbutt him—once, then again. Blood burst from the man’s nose.

"You fucker!" he roared, throwing wild punches.

Ivan weaved through them, then bit the man’s forearm as it came in for a grab.

"GAAAH—YOU BIT ME?!"

Ivan spat blood from his mouth and used that moment to grab a broken chair leg from the earlier crash. He swung it hard against the man’s temple—wood splintered, the sound echoing across the lobby.

The man dropped to one knee.

Ivan didn’t stop.

He wrapped an arm around the man’s neck from behind—rear choke hold—and slammed his knee into the base of his spine. One. Two. Three.

Finally, the man collapsed.

Ivan stood over him, breathing lightly, brushing sweat from his brow. Blood smeared across his cheek, his knuckles raw.

He turned to the hotel staff and guests who had gathered near the windows, watching.

"No need to panic," he said flatly. "We won’t be bothering anyone anymore."

Then he looked back at the two girls, still seated with amused expressions.

"Secure the rooms."

They stood, heels clicking as they entered the hotel.

Ivan rolled his shoulders, his voice like frost:

"Tell the system. This world’s gonna need a stronger punishment system if it wants to tame me."