Chapter 143

That voice sounded much fainter compared to when it was pierced by the Sangboshimgeumpa.

‘Maybe it’s because I’m still lacking in proficiency. Still…’

I had never heard that sense of helplessness before in Sangboshimgeumpa’s voice.

“Jo Eushin!”

Ham Geun Hyeong’s voice was heard. Behind the monster-type Enemy I was just facing, the flying-type Enemy was, meanwhile, trying to pinpoint me.

‘I spoke to you with a lot of effort, so I have to respond to that voice…!’

The moment when the branch of the Sangboshimgeumpa was activated, the flow of the heterogeneous wave was drawn, almost as if it were visible. This was a branch that could only shoot in a straight line against low gangs.

However, it was completely different back then.

Qwajik, quaddeuk—!

The prongs that were shot pierced the monster’s Enemy Soul Stone. In addition to this…

Kwakwaqua—!

According to my will, it curved in an arc and cut off the head of the flying bell Enemy. Along with the effect of dissipating the energy, two messages of completion of the subjugation appeared on the device.

The grade of the recorded enemy was SSR—, and the biggest contributor was, of course, the ‘Unknown Supernova’.

“I must have been meddling a little.” Ham Geun Hyeong admired the afterimage left by the fork.

I then realized the output of the UR-class weapon, the Sangboshimgeumpa.

‘If I had shot it towards the ground, the mountain would have been cut away.’

I almost damaged the mountain where my playable character’s father was. This only meant that I had to be more careful.

With that determination, I looked towards Professor Ham Geun Hyeong. He silently looked around and held his bow, but didn’t speak to me.

“…Aren’t you going to ask me anything this time?”

“Yes. I can only guess to some extent.”

Could you guess?

“It has to do with the crow mask you wore when you rescued Maeng Hyo-don.”

Teacher Ham Geun Hyeong had cooperated with Choi Pyun-deuk’s birthday cake incident, so there was no way that he didn’t know about the crow mask. Unknown sources of information power, crow mask, and Sangboshimgeumpa.

There must be a lot of questions and concerns about my actions, but it was like Professor Ham Geun Hyeong chose not to ask questions in consideration of his students.

A system sound stopped the accident. Teacher Ham Geun Hyeong also looked at the gaps in the other world to see if he felt a presence. “For now, let’s focus on subjugation.”

“Yes.”

After that, the Sangboshimgeumpa kept her mouth shut again. However, I had nothing to fear because I learned how to move the fork. Apart from this, the strongest homeroom teacher stood behind me.

* * *

From a distance, there were Ham Geun Hyeong and Jo Eushin, who had been watching the activities of the two garrisons.

Song Dae-seok and Min Green.

They also applied to the alien attack party, but this time, they decided to only observe because Hong Kyung-bok and Ham Geun-hyung objected to the notion of them participating.

“Did you just see it? Did you do that?” Min Green, who was watching from a distance, said as Jo Euishin defeated both Enemies at the same time.

Seeing her expression, Song Dae-seok grew annoyed.

‘You can clearly see what Green is thinking. ‘It’s cool, it’s amazing, I want to draw it!’ You must be thinking such a simple thing.’

In fact, it was Jo Euishin who had given Min Green her AR glasses. Song Dae-seok was thankful to the suspicious vice-president, but he also felt like choking up.

Min Green, ignorant of his speed, was making notes on her about the image in front of her.

“I am going to school tomorrow,” Song Dae-seok said impulsively.

As he intended, Min Green stopped making notes and looked up at him in surprise. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. I will also go to that Class 0 study meeting.”

“Really?” Min Green made a stupid expression and then smiled with her tearful eyes.

As she turned away from Jo Eushin, Song Dae-seok’s mood improved a lot.

‘Because he said he would help too…’

By stroking Min Green’s head in a hood, Song Dae-seok solidified his resolve. It was an impulsive decision for the class, but he figured that, if he was a Year 1 Class 0 student, he would be fine.

* * *

The attack on the SSR-class dungeon that occurred in Gari Mountain had then ended.

As expected, no one was injured. The biggest contributor was Seong Guk-eon, but the one who stood out the most was Hong Kyung-bok.

‘What kind of power are you using?’

Artist Hong Kyung-bok, wearing a hanbok, didn’t ask a single dust as before the attack. He leaned back and smiled leisurely. He wasn’t hurt, but his clothes were torn, in contrast to the others who showed signs of rolling.

In particular, Gye Dam’s face was covered in dust from hardship.

“Sung-hyung’s grandchildren and Eungwang High’s juniors worked hard. Congrats to Kuk-eun, who became the biggest contributor.”

“Thank you. It is thanks to the concession of the painter.”

“Be humble. Heh heh heh!”

I was not the kind of person who could speak without Seong Guk-eon. It was really about what Hong Kyung-bok conceded.

“Eushin, did you catch all of this? OMG.” Sung Siwan, who was checking the subjugation record, replied in a surprised tone of voice.

“I was lucky.”

“If luck can catch this much SSR-class energy, who will suffer! As for the interval of the times recorded as subjugation completed… It’s very fast. Did you use magic?”

“If you use magic, it’s difficult to get a record like this because of the casting time,” Seong Guk-eon’s secretary, Jeon Moo-young, helped out.

‘Jeon Moo-young was interested in magic…’

Jeon Moo-young, who specialized in covert actions, was admittedly not very strong. He considered magic as a means of overcoming it, but he must have struggled to master it all the same.

“Haha…”

“In addition to magic, physical attacks…”

While burdensome gazes were pouring in. Sung Siwan changed the mood more than his gaze.

“Gye Dam, let’s work hard so that we don’t get pushed back by the first graders too!”

“…”

Gye Dam was speechless until the end.

Thus, the attack of the SSR-class dungeon had then been completed perfectly.

Before disbanding.

I got into the car with Seong Guk-eon and Jeon Moo-young. He had said that he had something to say, so the two invited them here, albeit extremely conscious of the people’s ears.

‘The only thing that looks poor is the exterior.’

Unlike the exterior that looked like an ordinary low-cost domestic car, the interior was covered with foreign metal. It must be a measure in preparation for an attack, assassination, or wiretapping.

It was said that the car and the owner were similar, so this was indeed a car that was extremely similar to Seong Guk-eon.

“Are you here to answer? I want to hear the answer slowly.”

“I’m here to tell you something else.”

“Say.”

I could guess that the reason I came here was related to the faction that was aiming for the Korean peninsula.

“I saw something else in the boss room of the old simulator.”

“Something else?”

Seong Guk-eon and Jeon Moo-young both stared at me. Looking at that expression, I could guess they didn’t even know about the existence of the clues I got through my destiny.

I explained everything I had seen that day, except for the existence of fate. He hid the clues from his alma mater, Eungwang High, for safety, because he did not believe in the Jin clan and his descendants.

In addition to this, there was ‘Imoogi’s Ghost.’

“According to artist Hong Kyung-bok, the painting was commissioned by my senior and grandfather. I put some conditions into the production process.”

Even the conditions that Hong Kyung-bok had told them were all told to the two of them.

“…Was there such a story in Imoogi’s ghost?”

“Shall we include a visit to the National Museum of Contemporary Korean Art in our itinerary?”

“You should make a request.”

I made a mental note to check it out right away.

“How did you find that hidden message?”

I didn’t answer. It was difficult to reveal about fate. Seeing me not answering, Seong Guk-eon thought for a moment before speaking once more. “Are you using a force that you can’t tell from the source…? It bothers me, but if you listen to the painter, it will soon be clear.”

Seong Guk-eon answered as I expected him to. I decided to tell him about this, right after confirming that Seong Guk-eon and Hong Kyung-bok had a close relationship.

“Looks like you got a good collaborator. Please take care of me, junior.”

Phut!

Seong Guk-eon smiled cheerfully and patted my back. It was not at all a bad feeling as my playable character was a way of expressing affection, but my back hurt a bit.

However, what about a ‘good collaborator?’n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

‘Didn’t you say you wanted to hear the answer slowly?’

Seong Guk-eon seemed to have the heart to make me a collaborator right away.

*    *    *

Monday morning.

On the way to school after morning training. I checked the message room with Jang Namwook and Yoo Sanghoon.

[Yoo Sang-hoon] ??

Yoo Sang-hoon had used two ‘?’s.

Seeing that he wrote twice as long as usual, he must have been worried about Jang Namwook.

However, Jang Namwook was still speechless. Even sent messages had not yet been marked as read.

‘I think something is going on…’

When one was to think of the number to dig into Jang Namwook’s situation…

“You seem to have been busy in Hongcheon. I saw several lines of ‘Unknown Supernova’ appearing on the list of players who subjugated Enemy.”

It was Hwang Jiho who spoke to me. This was the promenade that leads from the residential area to the first-grade building. Seeing the guy coming to school through the front door came here, he must have been waiting for me.

By the way, was that guy checking the player list over the weekend?

“Did you have anything to do?”

“…I also had a pretty busy weekend as the president. I had a few HR issues to deal with.”

A personnel problem? Who else had been cut off, changed, and newly appointed?

“You probably know all of them, because they are all related to Year 1 Class 0,” Hwang Jiho said this as he jutted his chin to the side, towards a walkway leading to the Year 1 building.

On the way, I saw two elderly men in hanbok.

“The artist must be busy working as an advisor for the art department in the future, so please give up the Class 0 burden!”

“Heo Heo, Tak’s younger brother must be getting a lot of requests to be a daily instructor in a martial arts club.”

“Gosh. Doesn’t artist Min already respect you as a teacher? My prospective disciple still hasn’t contacted me…”

“What is a prospective disciple? It was strange that he suddenly assumed the role of a teacher because of your temperament. He didn’t even deal with him, so he had no choice but to come all the way here.”

“Yes, painter! You are right, so I have to bear the burden!” Painter Hong Kyung-bok and Tak Do-in were arguing.

‘Tak Do-in was originally an honorary teacher, so even so… Artist Hong Kyung-bok will come. I was worried about Min Green and Song Dae-seok, so I even took on the teaching position.’

However, were these two great masters really fighting over the burden that was the Year 1 Class 0?

Then, someone appeared between the two old men and stopped talking. “It’s me who is responsible for Year 1 Class 0.”

It was a dragon that appeared like the wind. It did indeed seem that way to me.

“What! …Isn’t this man, he… that dragon!”

“Haha…”

Tak Do-in and Hong Kyung-bok, a painter, also shut their mouths as they disassembled whether they knew the identity of the dragon tribe thousands of years older. The personnel issue that occurred over the weekend probably included the appointment of Yong Je-geon as the burden of Year 1 Class 0.

The dragon came out, found Hwang Jiho, and waved his hand. “…Hello. You came early.”

“It’s my first job. I wanted to come quickly. And the classroom that houses our ‘our class’ seems to be noisy.”

In front of the two old men, Yong Je-geon naturally appealed, saying, “Year 1 Class 0 is our class.”

This dragon wasn’t worth a night, but he was admittedly also great at paying attention to his class, just like my playable character.

‘But are you upset? What’s going on in the class?’

In front of the Year 1 Class 0 classroom, where the combined age of 10,000 was easily passed along with Jinjok and the elderly.

In front of it was a mess.

“It’s all good. The kids and the teacher are here!” Sawol Saeum, who was embarrassed in front of the hologram, looked at us with a relieved expression. Before Saeum could say any more, a loud voice was heard.

“Hey, vice president! Call the police!”

“The student council or the leadership team will come sooner compared to the police.”

Then, Maeng Hyo-don and Han-yi could be heard. The two were detaining a man who struggled in ugly clothes.

And in front of it was a torn replica version of Imoogi’s Ghost.