Yoo Yeonha soon notices the slight change in her bag. The condensation from the Coke makes her textbook wet.
“That nutjob.”
She takes out the Coke with a frown. Just when did he put it in? That little rat.
“Huuu.”
After a deep sigh, Yoo Yeonha releases her magic power. It seeps into the paper and separated the moisture from her textbook. The collected moisture falls to the ground as she retracts her magic power.
“Huuu.”
Yoo Yeonha breaks out in a cold sweat. She felt extremely proud at the same time. The magic power application she is performing is difficult for even heroes. It looks simple but is actually quite mysterious and complicated.
“When I see him again…”
Yoo Yeonha twists her lips as her sense of pride turns into anger. “That talkative bum. I’ll need to ask the guys to educate him.”
That thought only briefly lasts for a short second. She fiddles with the Coke in her bag and checks for anyone nearby.
Cough. She takes out a handkerchief and wraps it around the Coke before placing it back in her bag.
“Hmmm.”
But then, she notices something poking from her textbook as if teasing her to check it out. Her curiosity wins over her moment of awkwardness about hiding the Coke.
“What is this?”
From the paper, it reads—
“Dear, my precious Yoenha.
The vital point of a Mountain Tyrant is a blue mark on the heel of the creature's hind leg. Give me Essence of the Strait Guild stocks, and also a lot of money.
Sincerely, the friendly and mental Hyon Hyung.”
“This… motherfuc—”
Yoenha tries to calm herself, but the crazy mofo is getting on her nerves. She crumples the paper in anger, and in her blind rage, she ought to rip it to shreds.
However, in the end, she decides against it. What if it is telling her the truth?
At the back of her mind, there is no way that is going to happen. So openly telling her a weakness of a monster species is like trolling her. The weakness of specific monster species is a secretly kept knowledge and is worth a lot of money.
There is no way someone will so freely spread information about a monster that its weakness is yet for others to learn. Moreover, with no strings attached… But what if… there really is a crazy mofo out there?
...Someone daring enough to conduct business transactions this way?
Unbeknownst to Hyon Hyung, his status as the crazy bastard is meeting a promotion— to a crazy mofo that is peerless both in his shenanigans and randomness.
***
I spend my remaining time this Friday on training. While strolling around, and honing my observation skills, I play with my pencil as if it is a dagger. The pencil dances in between my fingers with both accuracy and agility.
After eating outside and treating myself to something nice, I return home while juggling a bunch of knives, growing more intimate with the sharpness of the blade.
It is necessary I become more accustomed to sharp things as in the future, it will be inevitable that I will be cutting some people up.
The thought makes me wretch.
How low have I fallen?
Well, there is no falling, really…
Who am I kidding?
At the start of the evening, Suho also checks up on me. The two of us romantically share a moment while we breathe the air around us together… I smile ear to ear… Ah~ this golden opportunity... Hugging the protagonist's thigh is the best...
“I cannot help but notice… Perhaps, are you thinking something rude about me…” Suho suddenly comments as he fingers his earlobes with his pinky.
“Yeah,” I grin. “I am thinking about something perverted.”
“What do you remember of Akatrina?” He suddenly asks.
I want to joke a bit more, but I acknowledge the question is too serious for me to play it coolly. “Not sure. That it resembles this world’s medieval era, except Akatrina has magic and really amazing swordsmanship… Hmmm… And… that’s pretty much it…”
I glance at Suho. He tries to hide it, but something is bothering him.
“Do you think they will come here?” He asks, his eyes droning to a distant memory.
“Devils? Aren’t they already here? And there are a lot of them…” I lie.
The mention of the Devil has caused Nayun, Suho, and me to connect. But in Suho’s eyes, it is all a coincidence which unnecessarily complicates things.
With a gaze of enlightenment, Suho nods at my answer. “Those are… Djinns… They have strong human characteristics and are only tainted by the Devil’s powers…” He explains to me while he enumerates the various Djinns who are making a mess lately.
“Do you remember the grotesque big red monster? Back in Akatrina? Its name is Morax. That is the Devil…” He adds, a bit glum, but he tries to show a more positive outlook while he recalls that horrifying memory.
To be honest. I have not seen it… Just read it…
I know Morax, he is the big bad of Akatrina. “I think I died.” Again, another lie. To kill the lie, there must be closure to it. Thus, I fabricate my origin. “Maybe because I don’t remember much, I died young… How young, I don’t know… But I remember… I idolize you Savior-nim… I told you, right… I was your fan…”
A distant quiet grows between us while I try to correct my breathing. I feel that Kim Suho’s meditation method on me is working less and less effectively... and quite fast, which is annoying.
And then, Suho notices. “Was? Why is it in the past tense?”
I did not smile. It is only natural. I show him an indifferent look. “Because now, I am not your fan. I am now your supporter. We are comrades now, aren’t we?” Such a cheesy line, but I like the way I am saying it to him. It fits just perfectly in the context.
***
Kim Suho. His ‘Suho’ means Savior or Protector. He doesn’t know his parents’ motives for naming him as such. Honestly, it is cringe, but he loves this name, more than his name from his past life.
He walks back to his dorm in mindless contemplation.
Every time he ponders on his last world’s ultimate fate, he only grows more scared for the world he currently lives in. Is this world next?
The end of the world, of Akatrina, of everything is what allows his transmigration. It is a morbid way to think, but if not for that impossible zillionth chance, he will not experience this paradise.
Yes, there are Djinns too, and a lot of villains. But this world is full of heroes. People who are more of a role model for him than the Knights and Nobles back in his old world.
Kim Suho loves this world more than his old world, and that is a fact. Thus, he decides to protect it with all his might. Becoming a Hero is just his first step toward his ambition of protecting this world.
“Chae Jinyoon,” The name of Chae Nayun’s big brothers rolls sourly in his mouth. Suho’s mind wanders to the darker echoes of his imagination.
“Chae Jinyoon,” The man who currently possesses the Devil’s Seed.
A question that Suho dares not entertain enters his mind. His long-time friend and sparring partner, Nayun, how does she know of the Devil’s Seed? The technology of this world is incredible but why use the exact term ‘Devil’s Seed’? This becomes a suspicious part of Nayun.
Maybe, he has to confront her.
No. He has to kill Chae Jinyoon.
That night, Suho cannot sleep as he turns left and right from his bed, thinking of ways how to kill the Devil. Only he can do it. His attribute should be able to do it.
***
I wake up with a startle from my alarm clock.
“Oh shi— I am gonna be late…”
I make quick work of myself. No need to comb! I shower and toothbrush at the same time. I wear socks and underwear at the same time. I wear my inner shirt and pants at the same time. I wear my shoes, and then… I tie my shoelaces while wearing my staple cube outer garment at the same time.
My hands are in a blur as I fix myself up. To think, that I am going to use my dual wielding this way… It is just amazing. Maybe, this can be a form of a new training regimen.
“Looks nice on you bro…” I praise myself in front of the mirror, exuding positive vibes.
“I FEEL LIKE CONQUERING THE WORLD!” I shout with spirit while I run for the portal station. It is a big day.
[Traveling Club Announcement] — There will be a short trip on Saturday for freshman orientation.
Yep. Today is Sunday, and I cannot be late for my Club Activities. Fortunately, I am able to arrive in the nick of time. I am huffing and puffing and can hardly breathe. “H-hajin… Lend me your shoulder, man…”
I use Hajin as my crutch while I adjust my breathing.
Yoo Yoenha passes by us, and suddenly comments. “Oh, it is the two crazies…”
Hajin, “???” He is entirely perplexed.
Meanwhile, I simply go my way of teasing Hajin. “Dude, I told you… The thing you did last time. It looks like you are definitely flirting with her… Now, she is calling you crazy...” I throw Hajin immediately under the bus when I know in fact I am also to blame for Yoenha’s snarky comment.
Yeah, friendship, right?
Yoo Yeonha soon notices the slight change in her bag. The condensation from the Coke makes her textbook wet.
“That nutjob.”
She takes out the Coke with a frown. Just when did he put it in? That little rat.
“Huuu.”
After a deep sigh, Yoo Yeonha releases her magic power. It seeps into the paper and separated the moisture from her textbook. The collected moisture falls to the ground as she retracts her magic power.
“Huuu.”
Yoo Yeonha breaks out in a cold sweat. She felt extremely proud at the same time. The magic power application she is performing is difficult for even heroes. It looks simple but is actually quite mysterious and complicated.
“When I see him again…”
Yoo Yeonha twists her lips as her sense of pride turns into anger. “That talkative bum. I’ll need to ask the guys to educate him.”
That thought only briefly lasts for a short second. She fiddles with the Coke in her bag and checks for anyone nearby.
Cough. She takes out a handkerchief and wraps it around the Coke before placing it back in her bag.
“Hmmm.”
But then, she notices something poking from her textbook as if teasing her to check it out. Her curiosity wins over her moment of awkwardness about hiding the Coke.
“What is this?”
From the paper, it reads—
“Dear, my precious Yoenha.
The vital point of a Mountain Tyrant is a blue mark on the heel of the creature's hind leg. Give me Essence of the Strait Guild stocks, and also a lot of money.
Sincerely, the friendly and mental Hyon Hyung.”
“This… motherfuc—”
Yoenha tries to calm herself, but the crazy mofo is getting on her nerves. She crumples the paper in anger, and in her blind rage, she ought to rip it to shreds.
However, in the end, she decides against it. What if it is telling her the truth?
At the back of her mind, there is no way that is going to happen. So openly telling her a weakness of a monster species is like trolling her. The weakness of specific monster species is a secretly kept knowledge and is worth a lot of money.
There is no way someone will so freely spread information about a monster that its weakness is yet for others to learn. Moreover, with no strings attached… But what if… there really is a crazy mofo out there?
...Someone daring enough to conduct business transactions this way?
Unbeknownst to Hyon Hyung, his status as the crazy bastard is meeting a promotion— to a crazy mofo that is peerless both in his shenanigans and randomness.
***
I spend my remaining time this Friday on training. While strolling around, and honing my observation skills, I play with my pencil as if it is a dagger. The pencil dances in between my fingers with both accuracy and agility.
After eating outside and treating myself to something nice, I return home while juggling a bunch of knives, growing more intimate with the sharpness of the blade.
It is necessary I become more accustomed to sharp things as in the future, it will be inevitable that I will be cutting some people up.
The thought makes me wretch.
How low have I fallen?
Well, there is no falling, really…
Who am I kidding?
At the start of the evening, Suho also checks up on me. The two of us romantically share a moment while we breathe the air around us together… I smile ear to ear… Ah~ this golden opportunity... Hugging the protagonist's thigh is the best...
“I cannot help but notice… Perhaps, are you thinking something rude about me…” Suho suddenly comments as he fingers his earlobes with his pinky.
“Yeah,” I grin. “I am thinking about something perverted.”
“What do you remember of Akatrina?” He suddenly asks.
I want to joke a bit more, but I acknowledge the question is too serious for me to play it coolly. “Not sure. That it resembles this world’s medieval era, except Akatrina has magic and really amazing swordsmanship… Hmmm… And… that’s pretty much it…”
I glance at Suho. He tries to hide it, but something is bothering him.
“Do you think they will come here?” He asks, his eyes droning to a distant memory.
“Devils? Aren’t they already here? And there are a lot of them…” I lie.
The mention of the Devil has caused Nayun, Suho, and me to connect. But in Suho’s eyes, it is all a coincidence which unnecessarily complicates things.
With a gaze of enlightenment, Suho nods at my answer. “Those are… Djinns… They have strong human characteristics and are only tainted by the Devil’s powers…” He explains to me while he enumerates the various Djinns who are making a mess lately.
“Do you remember the grotesque big red monster? Back in Akatrina? Its name is Morax. That is the Devil…” He adds, a bit glum, but he tries to show a more positive outlook while he recalls that horrifying memory.
To be honest. I have not seen it… Just read it…
I know Morax, he is the big bad of Akatrina. “I think I died.” Again, another lie. To kill the lie, there must be closure to it. Thus, I fabricate my origin. “Maybe because I don’t remember much, I died young… How young, I don’t know… But I remember… I idolize you Savior-nim… I told you, right… I was your fan…”
A distant quiet grows between us while I try to correct my breathing. I feel that Kim Suho’s meditation method on me is working less and less effectively... and quite fast, which is annoying.
And then, Suho notices. “Was? Why is it in the past tense?”
I did not smile. It is only natural. I show him an indifferent look. “Because now, I am not your fan. I am now your supporter. We are comrades now, aren’t we?” Such a cheesy line, but I like the way I am saying it to him. It fits just perfectly in the context.
***
Kim Suho. His ‘Suho’ means Savior or Protector. He doesn’t know his parents’ motives for naming him as such. Honestly, it is cringe, but he loves this name, more than his name from his past life.
He walks back to his dorm in mindless contemplation.
Every time he ponders on his last world’s ultimate fate, he only grows more scared for the world he currently lives in. Is this world next?
The end of the world, of Akatrina, of everything is what allows his transmigration. It is a morbid way to think, but if not for that impossible zillionth chance, he will not experience this paradise.
Yes, there are Djinns too, and a lot of villains. But this world is full of heroes. People who are more of a role model for him than the Knights and Nobles back in his old world.
Kim Suho loves this world more than his old world, and that is a fact. Thus, he decides to protect it with all his might. Becoming a Hero is just his first step toward his ambition of protecting this world.
“Chae Jinyoon,” The name of Chae Nayun’s big brothers rolls sourly in his mouth. Suho’s mind wanders to the darker echoes of his imagination.
“Chae Jinyoon,” The man who currently possesses the Devil’s Seed.
A question that Suho dares not entertain enters his mind. His long-time friend and sparring partner, Nayun, how does she know of the Devil’s Seed? The technology of this world is incredible but why use the exact term ‘Devil’s Seed’? This becomes a suspicious part of Nayun.
Maybe, he has to confront her.
No. He has to kill Chae Jinyoon.
That night, Suho cannot sleep as he turns left and right from his bed, thinking of ways how to kill the Devil. Only he can do it. His attribute should be able to do it.
***
I wake up with a startle from my alarm clock.
“Oh shi— I am gonna be late…”
I make quick work of myself. No need to comb! I shower and toothbrush at the same time. I wear socks and underwear at the same time. I wear my inner shirt and pants at the same time. I wear my shoes, and then… I tie my shoelaces while wearing my staple cube outer garment at the same time.
My hands are in a blur as I fix myself up. To think, that I am going to use my dual wielding this way… It is just amazing. Maybe, this can be a form of a new training regimen.
“Looks nice on you bro…” I praise myself in front of the mirror, exuding positive vibes.
“I FEEL LIKE CONQUERING THE WORLD!” I shout with spirit while I run for the portal station. It is a big day.
[Traveling Club Announcement] — There will be a short trip on Saturday for freshman orientation.
Yep. Today is Sunday, and I cannot be late for my Club Activities. Fortunately, I am able to arrive in the nick of time. I am huffing and puffing and can hardly breathe. “H-hajin… Lend me your shoulder, man…”
I use Hajin as my crutch while I adjust my breathing.
Yoo Yoenha passes by us, and suddenly comments. “Oh, it is the two crazies…”
Hajin, “???” He is entirely perplexed.
Meanwhile, I simply go my way of teasing Hajin. “Dude, I told you… The thing you did last time. It looks like you are definitely flirting with her… Now, she is calling you crazy...” I throw Hajin immediately under the bus when I know in fact I am also to blame for Yoenha’s snarky comment.
Yeah, friendship, right?
