Chapter 61

Chapter 61, Unrivaled Number One

[Choi Seong, Unrivaled Number One in All-Star Voting]

I smiled at the headline.

What could I do?

This was simply who I was.

The moment voting began, I immediately received forty thousand votes.

It was not even like people were voting for a fan meeting.

Everyone competitively voted for me anyway.

And they did it in only one hour.

[Fastest Player Ever to Reach Number One in All-Star Votes]

Another new record had been added.

Would the club give me another ten million won for this record?

I had no idea.

Either way, I had already received around one hundred million won from various bonuses.

Money was not especially important to me right now.

Individual training.

Winning the championship with the team.

Those two things mattered most.

What would happen after I completed the main mission of winning the Oceans a championship?

Would another mission be waiting?

Or would I finally become completely free?

Whatever happened, my decision to return to Major League Baseball would not change.

Crack!

I continued batting practice.

The balls kept flying far.

I currently ranked second in home runs.

Yoon Jae-jun was first after using his ridiculous power to hit twenty-two.

I had seventeen.

Both of us were basically hitting a home run every two games.

Yoon Jae-jun had a batting average in the low .300s.

Mine was in the mid .300s.

Fortunately, I had managed to maintain my batting average.

I think I currently ranked around fourth in batting.

Of course, some hitters would naturally start falling back soon.

There were players hitting above .400 who were barely meeting the minimum number of plate appearances.

Their numbers would probably drop.

It was not bad.

It felt pretty good...

But honestly, I did not feel as overwhelmingly dominant as I did when pitching.

“Why do you look so miserable?”

Kim Hak-seong asked while watching me hit.

He really was a proper captain.

He had noticed the tiny change in my expression.

“My hitting doesn’t feel like it has completely taken off yet.”

Kim Hak-seong stared at me as if he were disgusted.

“Are you joking? Do you even know what your numbers are right now?”

“I know.”

“Except for stolen bases, you’re top ten in everything. I think you’re even number one in OPS.”

I knew that.

But I could not be satisfied with it.

OPS was on-base percentage plus slugging percentage, but it simply did not have the same direct appeal as batting average or home runs.

And I was awkwardly near the top in several categories without actually being number one.

“If I’m going to be a hitter too, I should at least try to win seven batting titles.”

Kim Hak-seong looked at me like he had heard something insane.

“Seong. Only one player in Korean baseball history has ever won seven batting titles.”

“That’s exactly why I should do it. And that happened in Busan in 2010 too.”

Kim Hak-seong shook his head repeatedly.

“Then what exactly are you bad at?”

I seriously thought about it before answering.

“Hmm... stolen bases?”

I had deliberately avoided stealing too much because I did not want unnecessary injuries.

Kim Hak-seong let out a long sigh.

“...You lucky bastard. You know you’re facing Kim Beom-jin this game, right?”

“Kim Beom-jin?”

I had almost forgotten for a moment.

The guy who had suddenly started rising during his rookie season.

“People are talking about him like crazy lately. You faced him in high school, didn’t you?”

I remembered him.

He had thrown pretty good pitches.

He had also been an excellent player during my previous life.

“Well, we have to beat him. What else can we do?”

Kim Hak-seong burst out laughing when I did not say anything else.

“Yeah. That’s the Choi Seong I know.”

“Why?”

Kim Hak-seong immediately ran away.

Seeing Kim Beom-jin grow like this was actually nice.

It felt like this would become an interesting game.


Throw the ball.

Get an out.

Kim Beom-jin had always thought baseball was that simple.

But the wall of professional baseball was much higher than expected.

He calmly went through his windup and threw his fastball.

155 km/h.

When the mid-150s fastball landed exactly where he wanted, the people watching at the training area applauded.

Several minor injuries.

At first, the coaching staff had wanted to use Kim Beom-jin as a bullpen pitcher.

But he proved his value himself.

To become a perfect starting pitcher, he trained and polished his body constantly.

At the same time, he protected his body as carefully as possible to avoid injury.

“Bravo.”

The pitching coach applauded.

Kim Beom-jin did not dislike that treatment.

The manager always looked dissatisfied with him.

Everyone else was different.

“Don’t get nervous just because we’re playing at Sajik Stadium. Let’s do well.”

“Yes!”

Kim Beom-jin answered loudly.

Then he entered the dugout.

Sajik Stadium was already filled with cheers that almost sounded like screams.

No matter the opponent, Sajik Stadium was setting new records with one sellout after another.

The Daejeon Hawks were also fighting hard and holding third place, but the atmosphere here was on another level.

“This is insane.”

Fans were already waving postseason flags everywhere.

It was rare to see something like that this early...

“They usually call that getting carried away too early.”

The Daejeon Hawks players mocked them quietly.

Kim Beom-jin thought to himself.

We never even had a chance to get carried away...

If you looked at their history, the Daejeon Hawks really had been a permanent bottom-ranked team.

Their fans were nicknamed saints because of how much suffering they had endured.

Seeing another team that had spent years near the bottom suddenly acting like this was amazing in its own way.

“Anyway, forget Choi Seong. Let’s beat them. Those guys always collapse once summer starts. It isn’t their first time getting excited too early.”

The players patted Kim Beom-jin’s shoulder and encouraged him.

Kim Beom-jin calmly nodded.

“I’ll win.”

But that thought quickly disappeared.

Manager Park Pil-seong, who was looking toward Choi Seong, suddenly burst into laughter.

Kim Beom-jin had never seen it before.

This was the first time he had ever seen Park Pil-seong smile.

“That bastard really is something. Damn, I hate it.”

The head coach asked after hearing him.

“What exactly do you hate?”

“If we had that guy, we’d win the championship. I can tell just by looking. He has it. You can see it immediately.”

Park Pil-seong violently pointed toward Choi Seong with his finger.

Then he looked at Kim Beom-jin and immediately became expressionless again.

“Such a shame. Really a shame. We should’ve just finished last last year.”

Kim Beom-jin clenched his fist so tightly it felt like it might break.

It was not like he had wanted to join this team either.

If he had at least gotten a foreign manager...

Maybe he would not have been forced to destroy his body with such brutal training during the offseason.

If he had joined another team, perhaps he would not have suffered all those minor injuries.

Maybe he would have pitched even better.

Maybe he could have produced better results than Choi Seong.

“Beom-jin.”

Park Pil-seong quietly called him.

The head coach merely watched the manager’s rude behavior with an awkward smile.

“Yes, Manager. Did you call me?”

“You remember, right? If Choi Seong starts hitting well, hit him.”

Kim Beom-jin’s eyes immediately widened.

Then slowly narrowed again.

It was the same feeling he had experienced in high school.

“I’ll try.”

Of course, he had no intention of doing it.

Kim Beom-jin made up his mind.

He would lead the game somehow and win.

This time, there would be a miracle.

That was what he told himself.

But...


There had been changes to the Busan Oceans starting lineup.

Starting Lineup

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Starting Pitcher: Choi Seong

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1st Batter: Kwon Geon-woo, Center Fielder

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2nd Batter: Choi Seong, Designated Hitter

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3rd Batter: Go Gyeong-tae, Second Baseman

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4th Batter: Yoon Jae-jun, Catcher

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5th Batter: Daniel Sanchez, Third Baseman

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6th Batter: Yugam, Right Fielder

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7th Batter: Kim Hak-seong, First Baseman

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8th Batter: Kwon Seon-ho, Shortstop

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9th Batter: Park Hyeong-hwan, Left Fielder

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In the end, Go Gyeong-tae had returned and become the permanent third hitter.

Players like Kim Hak-seong, Daniel Sanchez, and Yugam had actually been pushed down the lineup by Go Gyeong-tae.

After recovering mentally, he had unexpectedly started batting above .300 with runners in scoring position.

“When we face teams near the top of the standings, we must win at least one game. Always remember that.”

Everyone nodded at Manager Rodriguez’s words.

Sweep the lower-ranked teams.

Take at least one win from the top-ranked teams.

The condition the manager had given the players sounded easy and difficult at the same time.

“Yes!”

Everyone answered energetically.

Right now, the Busan Oceans were enjoying their best season since the club was founded in 1982.

This was the first time in franchise history that they had remained in first place without collapsing once summer arrived.

Of course, small signs of defeat were slowly starting to appear.

For some reason, the team itself was unusually weak against hot weather.

“Let’s make it six straight wins this time.”

Kim Hak-seong spoke warmly.

I currently had five wins, zero losses, and a 0.78 ERA.

I quietly nodded.

For that to happen, the team needed to support me.

“Seong, I’ll just trust you and keep hitting.”

“Yes, senior.”

It was Go Gyeong-tae.

He was a strange guy.

On days when I was not in the batting lineup, his batting average was seriously .050.

That meant he only got five hits out of every hundred at-bats.

But when I was in the lineup, he hit .350.

Everyone kept telling him,

“Can you please get over your Choi Seong dependency already?”

Even so, Go Gyeong-tae only smiled awkwardly.

The fact that he did not deny it was even scarier.

I had no interest in being this popular with men.

The game began in a cheerful atmosphere.

We were on defense first.

Park Pil-seong, that unpleasant old man, kept looking at my pitches from the opposing dugout and smiling.

162 km/h.

Right.

It felt unpleasant, but I decided to think he had simply fallen in love with my four-seam fastball.

He probably saw me as one of those players he desperately wanted but could not have.

Park Pil-seong always described players succeeding on other teams that way.

Good to look at from a distance.

“Strikeout!”

I used a curve with a huge drop to strike out the opposing leadoff hitter on three pitches.

I clenched my fist.

My condition felt incredible today.

140 km/h.

A high-speed slider rushed toward the plate.

It landed exactly on the outside corner I wanted.

The second pitch was the same.

So was the third.

“Strikeout!”

When I recorded consecutive strikeouts on six straight pitches, the stadium filled with roaring cheers.

It was overwhelming.

Even compared to my previous starts, I felt especially good today.

Then I saw Kim Beom-jin playing catch while watching me.

Unlike the impression he had given me when we were younger, he looked much more mature now.

He used to be someone who obediently followed every instruction, just like I once had.

Now I could faintly see some rebellion inside him.

Every time I threw a pitch, his expression twisted slightly.

You can’t beat me.

That was what I wanted to tell him as he desperately struggled to chase me.

If he wanted to catch up to me, he still had an incredibly long way to go.

Rather than continuing to improve, he might as well fall into despair.

In this life, I intended to crush every potential rival like that.

“Ball!”

Maybe I lost concentration on the seventh pitch.

My control slipped and the ball dropped too low.

I immediately returned to full concentration.

I intended to show Park Pil-seong and Kim Beom-jin clearly.

And also Lee Byeong-hwan, who would soon be waiting for me at the plate.

For reference, Martinez was already finished.

He was sitting on the bench, staring at me with empty eyes.

 

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