Chapter 29

4:1,

4:2,

4:3,

4:4,

Boom!

And 4:5.

The result was overturned in an instant, like the flip of a hand.

"Push, the arm wrestling match ends 4 to 5, with the Concept Hunter team winning!"

The score board in the center of the studio flashed brightly. Not only the audience, but also the cast and even the staff had their mouths agape.

'4:5.'

Having confirmed the score, Eunha got up from her seat and calmly returned to the Concept Hunter seat. The Concept Hunters waiting in their seats followed her with their eyes, their pupils dilated like startled rabbits.

"Uh... Miss. Were you always that strong?"

Mr. Clown awkwardly laughed as he addressed Eunha. His eyes, different from before, seemed to convey a deep sense of admiration.

The studio was still in silence. Eunha, holding a bottle of water, looked around. The sign to pause the recording had not been dropped.

"Director... What should we do?"

"What can we do."

A low voice conversation could be heard from somewhere. It was where the staff had gathered.

It seemed that the other hunters couldn't hear it. Eunha, without changing her expression, focused all her senses on her ears.

"Resume the recording. Replace the desk with a new one."

"Is that okay?"

The PD's gaze flicked towards this side. Eunha did not avoid his gaze.

"Edit out the interesting parts and cut the problematic parts, and that's it."

The sign to resume recording dropped, and the staff began bustling around the recording area. In the midst of this, a junior writer could be seen running around the regular hunter seats with a first aid kit.

Despite saying he would control his strength, Windmaker's hand was swollen like a rubber glove submerged in water, even more so than Mr. Clown.

As the junior writer, who had closed the first aid kit, was about to return to the staff area, Eunha stood firmly in front of her.

"Here too."

"Ah, yes...!"

The junior writer tried to open the first aid kit on the spot. Eunha grabbed her hand.

"Not me, over there."

Ah...

The junior writer's eyes rolled and looked towards Mr. Clown. Eventually, she approached Mr. Clown and handed him an ice pack.

"Miss? Don't you need it?"

Mr. Clown, without using the ice pack he had received, suddenly extended it to Eunha first.

"I'm fine."

Nod. Eunha bowed her head slightly. It was genuine, not out of courtesy. Eunha's hand, which had faced five hunters in succession, was surprisingly intact.

"Don't overdo it. Just like other shows, there's a script here, so there's no need to push yourself to win."

Mr. Clown, seemingly not in pain, still had a friendly smile. He insisted on giving Eunha the ice pack.

Perhaps the nickname 'Clown' was given for this reason.

***

Whoosh!

"Amazing, incredible speed...!"

Swoosh! Bang! Thud! Thud!

This round was a mole whacking game. The person who whacks the most moles appearing on the screen within the set 30 seconds wins.

A brown mole was +10 points,

A black mole was -20 points,

A golden mole was +30 points.

"Ah, Princess of the Black Flame! A total of 4,120 points!"

Bam!

An unbelievable score flashed on the giant LED. The audience, which had been murmuring, fell silent as if doused with cold water.

'4,120 points... Is that even possible?'

Windmaker, who saw it with his own eyes, was speechless at the unbelievable score.

4,120 points.

In other words, Eunha had whacked 25 brown moles and an astounding 129 golden moles in 30 seconds.

With the second place Windmaker scoring 2,990 points, Eunha had secured first place with a huge gap.

In addition to the 100m dash, the Hunter Knowledge Quiz, and the basketball shooting, the thrilling competition between the two teams continued.

Defying everyone's expectations, the Concept Hunter team fiercely chased the score of the regular Hunter team.

The new recruit, 'The Wandering Cat in the Dark,' waves a banner. Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!