Ex Rank Supporting Role's Replay in a Prestigious School

Chapter 12

Translator: Hong
Editor: Darling

Yeom Junyeol’s main skill was in controlling fire. 

‘Targeted ignition’ was a skill Yeom Junyeol was the diversified and personalized version of the fire controlling skill. 

The effect was to ignite a potential flame he had planted to his own discretion. 

The silver coin which everyone was smitten over was the best tool and opportunity to burn everyone’s hand. 

‘I had planted the flames while I had to put up with greeting those people.’

Just by planting these small flames, it was enough to heat up the silver that was as big as a coin. 

“Arghhh!”

“Argh, Arghhh! My hand, my hand!”

Screams filled up the hall. 

The seal of the crow and the Cidelintium emblem scorched the hands of these greedy people. 

It was one of the top-ranked pains a human felt; burning. 

Those dressed in tuxedos and dresses were having a taste of this painful sensation. 

They forgot their ranks and titles and rolled shamelessly on the floor crying in pain. 

“Kyah, ambulance, call an ambulance!”

“It hurts…argh, argh.”

“Heek! Hand, my hand!”

The entire place was experiencing a communication failure. 

All they could do was jump around in pain surrounded by their own cries. 

‘Why don’t they just let it go.’

The guests despite the burning sensation used their clothes or handkerchief to hold on to the coin prop. 

They were obviously overly attached to the SR+++item that only served to silence their mouths. 

“Small Red dragon Yeom Jun Yeol! Is this your doing!”

Of course, it was my doing,

‘Who else would do something like this.’

Currently, my targeted ignition skill was level 100. 

Those able to identify these hidden flames were those of the same level or higher. 

Players skilled with a 10 would be in an ambiguous position to attend this party and they had no reason to enter disguised as a security guard. 

The only person who could have fooled everyone in this party was myself disguised as Yeom Junyeol. 

In this world, the real Yeom Jun Yeol was not yet a level 100.

“Yes, it was me.”

I had no reason to hide so I answered them honestly. 

The security guards and players were tolerant to pain and still standing their ground. The only sign of pain was their sweat covered face. 

They hesitated for a while before shouting. 

“Ar-arrogant bastard!”

“Don’t you even dream about leaving this place alive…!”

They stanced themselves ready to attack with their weapons and power yielded but none of them dared to launch an attack. 

They may outnumber me but those who attacked me first would have to prepare to sacrifice themselves to be roasted to death by me. 

The morals of the security company that agreed to do a job for this trash like place, the grit of players attending this trashy auction were only of that standard.