Semua Bab Romanticism System: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The room felt heavier with every voice that chimed in. The five lieutenants of Han Minjae—the strongest of the third-years stood in quiet tension, their presence alone a reminder of the chain of command in the school.Reo, arms crossed, scar along his jaw catching the light, turned his gaze toward Seo Hayoon. His dark eyes narrowed, tone calm but edged with authority.“Seo… what do you mean by gathering allies?”Seo Hayoon, her posture upright and sharp as a blade, met his stare without flinching. Her jet-black hair was tied back neatly, her voice steady.“Lee Seojun and that transferee—Seo Joonwoo. They’ve been gathering allies from Class 1-B. Slowly, quietly. But it’s no rumor now. It’s real. They’re moving.”A silence followed, heavy and electric.Reo’s jaw flexed, his mind already piecing possibilities together. “Hmm… and what exactly are they plotting? Did he gather all the leaders of the first year already?”Hayoon gave a small nod. “Yes. He requested a duel—of all the first-yea

“Now that we are here… let’s begin, shall we?” Soi Kihyun’s voice cut the gym like a scalpel — calm, clinical, carrying the amusement of a man who had already counted the odds and found them trivial.The leaders of Classes A–E spread out across the polished floor like a storm forming on different horizons. The light from the high windows slashed across their faces; every muscle, every twitch, seemed to have been carved by purpose.Joonwoo stepped to the center of the court and looked at them, at the ring of faces that had been taught to see students as pieces on a board. His chest rose even where his ribs bruised; the broken pain was a distant drum. He set his feet and lifted his chin.“Come, all of you.”There was no bluster in the words, just a quiet call. A dare wrapped in a promise.“I’ll show you what conviction is.”Lee Seojun’s smirk was an unreadable crescent at the edge of something dangerous. “Are you sure you can handle it, Joonwoo?” he asked, not for doubt so much as to t

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual noise of clattering trays and half-shouted jokes, but at one table near the windows, three voices carried clearer than the rest.Kang Daejin leaned back in his chair, gum shifting between his teeth, his bandaged knuckles resting on the table like trophies. His voice was loud enough for a few heads to turn.“Joonwoo beat the first years? Please. That’s ‘cause those leaders are weak. I could’ve smashed them too, without even breaking a sweat.”Across from him, Kang Hayoon raised her eyes from her neatly arranged tray. Her jet-black ponytail swayed slightly as she tilted her head, unimpressed.“Boastful.”The single word cut sharper than a blade.Daejin sat forward, scowling. “Hey!! Don’t just throw words like that around.”Shin Sarang giggled softly beside them, her round eyes sparkling. She leaned her chin on her palm, lips tinted faintly pink.“So, you’re one of Joonwoo’s members now?” she teased, her voice warm.Daejin’s jaw tightened. He shook his

Romanticism Points: 500.The numbers shimmered faintly above my vision, and I found myself staring at them like they were an invitation to sin.“Five hundred points… that’s five spins.”I exhaled, dragging a hand down my face. My expression stayed calm, but my pulse said otherwise fast, guilty, and stupidly excited.“Heh… I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But…”My thumb hovered over the glowing [ROULETTE] icon, pulsing like a heartbeat waiting to be pressed.“I mean—what’s the point of being a protagonist if you don’t gamble once in a while?”Click.The moment I pressed it, my room dimmed. A faint pink light filled the space, and the familiar chime of the Romantic Roulette echoed like a love confession in an empty hallway.Hearts. Rose petals. The sound of jazz piano offbeat and a little too sensual for a boy lying on his bed in school uniform.“Oh, come on…” I muttered, but I couldn’t help grinning.The roulette spun bright symbols flashing past like promises:[Charm Boost] [New Skill

The gym smelled of sweat, chalk, and iron. Every corner carried the echo of fists meeting flesh, shoes sliding against the floor, the dull thud of impact followed by a sharp exhale.At the center of that storm stood Reo, the man who rule the second years.But back then… He was just another first-year student with a chip on his shoulder and fire in his veins.It was raining outside that day a steady, cold drizzle tapping against the cracked windows of the old gymnasium. Inside, dozens of students circled around the center mat, their shouts rising like a chant.Two boys faced each other.One was Reo, his black hair slicked back even when soaked with sweat, his uniform jacket tossed aside, sleeves rolled up, his eyes burning calm fire.The other was Park Hyunwoo, a wiry brawler from Class D, infamous for his speed and violent temper. His jacket hung from one shoulder, bandaged knuckles trembling with excitement.Hyunwoo spat to the side and grinned.“Come on, Reo. You’re not untouchable