EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school - Chapter 114

Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse

 

[Kwanglim, use player’s trajectory]

 

While waiting for the player’s trajectory to react, a system window appeared in front of me and began to blink rapidly.

 

‘The item window is shining.’

 

I opened the item window and saw the name that was being flashed. It was labeled, ‘ Sangboshimgeumpa’ This was the pitchfork that had been stolen from the head of the Don tribe.

 

‘I wonder what fate has been aiming for with this…’

 

As I took out the Sangboshimgeumpa card, it immediately materialized in my hand. Light poured out from the item, momentarily blinding me.

However, the blinding light disappeared almost immediately, and I found myself in an entirely different place. I appeared to be in a suspended, white space of nothingness,

 

This was just like the place where I was when I first heard the voice of the Sangboshimgeumpa. However, something about this felt different.

 

“What is that?” I ended up asking aloud as a blurry silhouette began to materialize in front of me.

 

It appeared to be a shadowy entity wearing a headdress that covered until the tip of its nose. The Yin Yang symbol was engraved on its uniform, and it was holding a buljin in one hand.

 

By the looks of it, I could guess the identity of the shadow.

 

“Are you the moral genius, Tae Sang-no?” I asked. The shadow nodded briefly, confirming that I had indeed assumed correctly.

 

This was a creature that had been created using the Sangboshimgeumpa. If he appeared in front of me, then he probably did so with the intention of having something to say. 

 

‘The presence is blurred, however.’

 

The white shadow that had given the ‘unknown fate’ used Hwang Jiho’s interpretation. Akea had also borrowed Yoo Sang-hee’s Gwanglim.

 

‘There is a medium called Sangboshimgeumpa…’

 

It seemed that there was a limit when it came to smoothly communicating with only the activation of fate.

 

‘Hwang Jiho said that Tae Sang-no was trying to collect rewards from the gang hunting.’

 

With this thought in mind, I then took it upon myself to ask Tae Sang-no.

“Have you come to reap the rewards?”

 

He merely shook his head in response. If he was not trying to collect the rewards, then perhaps it was true that he only came here because of the Sangboshimgeumpa.

 

“Is there anything I have to do?” I asked.

 

Tae Sang-no nodded. He lifted the fire and pointed at the Sangboshimgeumpa once, then pointed to my ears. 

 

There was something about that movement.

 

Paaaah!

 

However, another second came and passed, and I found myself back in my dorm room. Apparently, I had reached the time limit.

 

Although the activation of the power of fate was now over, I found that I couldn’t stop thinking about what Tae Sang-no had been trying to imply about the Sangboshimgeumpa.

 

‘Tae Sang-no seems to want me to listen to the voice of the Sangboshimgeumpa.’

 

With that, I held it up and waited, but there appeared to be no response. What was I thinking? Perhaps this one was just an ordinary weapon.

 

‘Is it possible to hear the voice if I reproduced the situation?’

 

When the forked teeth of the Sangboshimgeumpa pierced through my stomach, I started hearing its voice.

 

‘Kwak Kyung-gu’s Gwanglim ‘100 Seconds of Grace’ can be stabbed while activating.’

 

I had been thinking of using this every now and then. A gold powder paper shopping bag full of Nok’s elixir caught my eye.

 

‘Perhaps we should think of another way first.’

 

Self-harm should be left as my last resort.

 

***

 

Monday morning after training and meal.

 

As I stared at the pouch filled with liquid, I felt a wave of depression wash over me. I had no idea if this was an elixir or herbal medicine.

 

‘Should I eat this tasteless thing on the first day of the week?’

 

I opened the zipper-type disposable pouch and emptied it with my mouth. Was this how one would feel if you were to drink from the swamp of hell?

 

‘Have to endure this for a week.’

 

This was the Noxian Elixir that was given by the head of the Baron.

 

There was no way that it wasn’t good for the body, but because it was so tasteless, it felt hard to endure.

 

To change my mood, I opened up a hologram and went to school in order to catch up on updates via the newspaper.

 

It seemed that the shipboard party incident had now been published as an article. After all, this was the second time this year that an extraterrestrial phenomenon happened without an omen.

 

The emission of powerful natural synoptic waves. 

 

The result of the recording device malfunctioning. 

 

Player’s Association recommends not using it for certain years.

 

These headlines could cause the public to panic as soon as they were read.

 

I checked the comments, and I found that there were many people who criticized the association for not being able to catch the SR level or higher in advance.

 

‘If it doesn’t interfere with the association’s work, then it’s better to have comments such as these.’

 

If the association didn’t seem to be able to cope with ‘calling from another world,’ it could leave the black screen unattended.

 

‘There are also articles that are getting more attention…’

 

They were also announcing a joint project between Chou Group and TC Group, which occupied the front page of the portal. In all honesty, I thought that this piece of news would be buried because of the latest occurring incident, but on the contrary, it seemed to attract more attention because of it. 

 

Was it because there were no casualties, except for one player who entered the raid and suffered minor injuries?

 

Most of the comments were about cheering for the joint project. Many people were also sending their congratulations on Cymopoleia’s safe return home.

 

‘I’m glad the positive news got more attention. It seems that Hong Gyubin has the virtue of adjusting the media well. But this one is really surprising.’

 

There was a famous student player in Eungwang, known as ‘Steel Wedge’ Do Won-woo.

 

Following Jamsik Baseball Stadium, his article, who played an active part as an attacking team at a boat party, stood out among the rest. The comments on there were also surprising.

 

[Why doesn’t our school have such a student council president???]

 

[I want to transfer to Eungwang High, but I can’t. Won-woo, please transfer to my school instead TT.TT]

 

[Tears out from the cartoon. Seriously, the student council of a prestigious high school in a cartoon with a handsome face, study, ability, background, and personality. I’ve dug out a few times, but only mid-story came out. Lol.]

 

[The concept of a mother-in-law is something humanized. Born with everything..]

 

[↑ Invalid because there is no one like that among my mother’s friends.]

 

[If you listen to the rumors about the TC group, it is nothing but bullshit. Why is he like this?]

 

[↑ Eupeupeup! (Approximately the contents of the height protractor!)]

 

‘There’s no such thing as being ugly!’

 

Even when I had encountered him as a playable character in the game, I did not feel any ugliness from him.

 

“If he keeps that image in front of Yoo Sang-hee, he will receive a little favoritism,” I thought.

 

Even the title hero, Joo Soo-hyuk, had been broken several times in front of An Dain. It would be quite the difficult feat to achieve.

 

***

 

In 1st Year Class 0 classroom.

 

As soon as I entered the classroom, Hwang Jiho approached me immediately. He seemed as if he had been waiting for me to arrive this entire time.

 

He looked at me with a blank expression, and I could gather that he was trying to tell if I drank the elixir or not. 

 

“I drank it.”

 

He gave me a satisfied smile. “Well, you should.”

 

I knew that. No matter how much it hurt, I still needed to take it.

 

While I was drowning in the thought of having to take it again…

 

“I saw the article. It must be really hard for you guys!”

 

“This time, we talked with Yuri in advance and prepared for it by sharing.”

 

“I was also worried about what I got from Eushin the whole week.”

 

Yuri Kim and Lena Kwon had been making snacks. They really didn’t have to, but I guessed my playable character was really just too good.

 

The menu they prepared is a mango roll sandwich and melon soup. It was a menu selection derived from using seasonal fruits.

 

It tasted really good, and I guessed it was because of what I ate this morning that made this food taste all the more delicious.

 

“They said there was no video recording due to natural syngeneic emission. I wonder how you fought.”

 

“I agree. The scene where Hyo-don fights is exhilarating, and it’s amazing that Eushin uses magic. The scene where he fights directly with the enemy is also helpful!”

 

“Have you ever fought before?”

 

“Oh, I haven’t seen Green. I will show you a video of the Jamsil Baseball Stadium incident!”

 

Somehow, we had begun watching the time where Maeng Hyo-don and I were active. Afterward, the topic then shifted to a chess class for beginners at Stalemate. 

 

The next topic was about the prediction of tinnitus Maeng Hyo-don would receive. This was then followed by a new cake from MITRON, a handmade bakery in Seomun.

 

The topic kept shifting in such a rapid manner, all until Ham Geun Hyeong came and joined our little party before class started.

 

During lunch hour…

 

I was replying to the messages on my device that I had been pushing back before class started. There was one message that stood out among the rest.

 

‘Is there anything wrong with the review? In the midst of it? What is this sound?’

 

There were complaints demanding answers from Tannae Middle School, where Maeng Hyo-dong graduated and guides the results. However, there were only absurd replies and machine-written macros.

 

‘There’s something…’

 

To say that there was nothing wrong with it was simply nonsense.

They either gave an answer without reviewing it beforehand, or they had reviewed it but didn’t want to deal with the matter any further.

 

There was a way to supplement the data and submit a complaint once more, but it was quite the tedious process. There was also the fact that one had a higher possibility of receiving a ‘repeat complaint’ or ‘malicious complaint’ ticket for sending another complaint of the same content.

 

First, I should make a note for the information on the processing agency that responded to the complaint, the person in charge, and the contact info.

 

‘Should I leave this to someone who can solve it?’

 

At the same time, Jiik Chairman Sung Siwan saw an article in this incident and sent a greeting message in reply.

 

After thanking him for his concern, I asked when his cousin, a member of the National Assembly, should have time for Seong Guk-eon.

 

He replied with this: I’ll make sure to ask Kuk Eon-hyung! 

 

They said that they would eat first from the other side, so hopefully, they would see him sometime this week.

 

‘Almost everyone who exchanged the device code has sent a message.’

 

Even Maeng Hyo-don’s middle school homeroom teacher sent a message asking if it was okay for him to know how.

 

Also, a message arrived from Kwon Jae-in and Jared Lee.

 

I said hello and then asked, ‘Can I go with my classmates when I visit for an interview?’

 

Then, I got a call.

 

[When are you visiting? Tomorrow? Today? Welcome!]

 

Jared Lee spoke in such an excited manner that the quality of his strange Korean wavered. It seemed that he wanted me to bring all the members of the string club where Lena Kwon belonged in, as well as the others.

 

‘Kwon Lena’s friends must have been curious.’

 

However, the Hoyeongwan performance would also be on that day, among the team members of Eternal Lake who came as a staff, and there would be a lot of executives.

 

The string club replied that it would be difficult, but that they would contact me after confirming their schedule with the others.

 

‘I’ll have to ask tomorrow.’

 

It would be nice if all the 1st Year Class 0 people would go together, I thought as I looked through the other messages.

 

Something messy then caught my eyes.

 

Ok To-yeon: Eushin-ah, are you okay?

Ok To-yeon: I asked the Tiger, but he doesn’t want to tell me the benefactor’s status!

Ok To-yeon: Eushin-ah, Eushin-ah

Ok To-yeon: Eushin-ah….

Ok To-yeon: Are you sleeping?

Ok To-yeon: Are you asleep?

 

Based on the content and volume of the messages made my desire to respond lessen.

 

Still, she had taken care of me and wrote the Wolgung Chart well, so I sent a reply saying that it was okay, thanking her in the process.

 

I then spent my lunch break replying to other messages.

 

The link to the article posted by Yoo Sang-hoon in the group message room and the ‘?’ were now gone because Namwook had taken care of it for a long time.

 

*** 

 

After school, I went to the newspaper department and heard the head talking.

 

“Last week was a total mess,” the head of the newspaper department said.

 

Last week, a third-grader, Class 0, had an accident in the residential area.

 

It seemed that the newspaper department, which had been trying to cover it, and the Jiik, which was in charge of the residential area, were also involved.

 

“Once again… fishing in the public garden… we almost lost it… A famous first-year student got into an unexpected event, and things got weird from there.”

 

“Which famous first grader?” The head asked. Because of this, all the heads turned to me.

 

“The smoker who’s famous for his bread shuttle.”

 

“The suspicious bread shuttle of the Vice President of Year 1 Class 0.”

 

Based on their reactions, it was about Bang Yoon Sub. He must have done something

 

He must have been suffering because he had been told to quit smoking, all because of Joo Soohyuk and Maeng Hyo-don’s relentless pursuit about his health.

 

“I think smoking addiction is scary.”

 

“It feels obsessive.”

 

“He was smoking and was caught by Soohyuk every time. We found it very toxic and poisonous.” 

 

The story told by the newspaper clerk was as follows:

 

Bang Yoon Sub decided to go deep in Cheoniksan and smoke a cigarette secretly. However, he decided to smoke near the hideout of Year 3 Class 0.

 

As a result, an emergency alarm was triggered by the smoke detection system.

 

“The baron was very sensitive because the lay had been dug up. They must have applied smoke detection in that large area.”

 

Moon Sae-ron looked into the distance and said, “As soon as the alarm went off, a lot of people came to extinguish the fire. Bang Yoon Sub must have been scolded pretty badly.”

 

Perhaps that was the cause, or perhaps the people who witnessed the scene were noble families belonging to Hwangmyeong Foundation.

 

“The Year 3 Class 0 people lost a hideout. They said that they did their best to rehabilitate the wandering juniors, but the process they went through was rough.”

 

“Then, Bang Yoon Sub sends an SOS to the Jiik to save him.”

 

“Chairman Jiik came and took over. It was a total shitfest. Haha.”

 

The more I listened, the more I understood the situation.

 

In the end, the coverage of the aura of the universe, which the third-year class 0 was planning to take revenge in, was ruined. In addition to this, the newspaper started writing about fire prevention and youth anti-smoking campaigns.

 

After fixing all the tasks given to me, I found myself staring at the hologram. “Eushin, what are you up to?”

 

“I’m choosing some bread.”

 

I selected the menus from the restaurants and bakeries scattered all over Seoul, compiled a list, and then sent it to Bang Yoon Sub.

 

It looked as if we could have a little bread party tomorrow morning.

 

****

 

The scoundrel head of the Western Clan seemed to be in a good mood. He was excited when he saw Jo Eushin, who won the silver advertisement in the school chess competition, saying he loved the experience.

 

He was already making quite the impression.

 

“I want to talk to you. I can’t get out of the new station. When you come out, someone will always be by your side.”

 

It was also noteworthy to say that his sense of formality stopped whenever his good mood surfaced.

 

“I also want to talk to the boy who is a relative of the blue violinist.”

 

“Does the blue violinist have a relative?”

 

“Yes. I found it out when he commissioned me to investigate. I want to meet him in person but I can’t come out of school. They only practice the violin on campus.”

 

The rascal’s mood darkened, and his subordinates felt nervous.

 

“And now someone keeps watching the Baron. Thanks to it, I feel bad every time I go to Eungwang.”

 

“Who else would do that, but the chief?”

 

“No. There is a group of psychopaths with voyeurism among the demons, so that must be them.”

 

That was really not what the chief would say, and the men thought this but decided to shut their mouths all the same.

 

This was an idiot who liked to peek but hated being peeked at in return. His hypocrisy ran deep.

 

“Let’s think about a way to get rid of it.”

 

After saying that, he locked himself in his private lab. The men decided not to approach him for a while, and they ended up leaving in the end.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]