Stick to him like glue. I tell myself this in my head over and over again as if to hypnotize myself. This is necessary for my plans in the future.
Kim Hajin. He is my solution to my future. With a game plan in my mind, I start researching Kim Chundong. I have two weeks before the Cube Entrance Ceremony.
Stalking Kim Chundong on the internet is a more challenging task than I thought. The dude is very un-techy if that is even a word. I gather little information from him like the orphanage he is from, his information from the Agent Military Academy’s yearbook, and the other more miscellaneous free information about him.
After Day 1 of going to Cube, the identity of Kim Chundong in this world will vanish, and replacing it is Kim Hajin.
I wonder what will happen if that momentous change does transpire.
For now, I dedicate myself to writing the plot of The Novel’s Extra in my tiny notebook.
The rest is the typical boring stuff.
Then… D-Day arrives.
[Cube Entrance Ceremony.]
I cannot miss this event. It does not play a big part in the story, but not attending it will render me expelled arbitrarily as per Cube’s protocols. I leave my apartment and put on my uniform.
Just like any millennial from my past life, my mastery of watching my smartphone while walking is at the pinnacle. Lol.
For the past two weeks since graduating from the Agent Military Academy, I have been wisely using my time by researching. To raise my chance of survival, I have to understand this world fast.
Except casually checking information on Kim Chundong, I also check on the hot news and topics on the heroes, dungeons, and stuff around the world
There is not much difference in this world from my past world, except here, Korea is a superpower nation. As a place where they produce most Heroes, it is only normal for them to carry such weight.
I feel so numb this day especially as I read over the comments on the internet of the Korean netizens of how they pride themselves as Koreans. It just hurts my head… because what naturally comes with differences is discrimination.
“Sigh…” I am sighing a lot these days, but I cannot blame myself for it. “Discrimination is not a topic introduced in the novel. I can only assume that this world has inherited every world problem from my past life’s world…” I complain on the air.
While I read over the various articles online through my smartwatch, I proceed to my destination— Cube— the high-end facility where Korea nurtures Heroes. For three years, I will be attending that place.
After tripping on the nth time about to reach the double digits, I ultimately decide to stop multitasking. I stop looking at my smartwatch while walking at the same time. I can only focus on one. So I walk. I can be so stupid and hardheaded sometimes.
I recall Kim Hajin, The Novel’s Extra, and from what I remember, he will be dropping out after his first year. The idea is enticing in itself, but as a complete nobody, I think I will stay on Cube for a long time. It is an educational facility, and I plan to learn everything I can from the place.
As I take my ticket from the train and flash it to the machine, I bump into a familiar character.
“Woah,” I exclaim as I land my gaze on the other protagonist. “Kim Suho, right? The Savior, right? Oh, man, I am saved!”
I ingratiate myself with him with a play on words. Suho means Savior, or Protector, after all. So addressing him as a savior is not incorrect.
“Sorry about that.” He nervously replies finding my address as uncomfortable.
“That’s okay, Savior-nim… I am a Cube Cadet too. I am Hyon Hyung, Rank 1111!” I introduce myself to him with energy. I don’t mean to act all too crazy with him, but… “I am a fan by the way…”
Yep. That is right. I am a fan, and I mean it.
I am someone who appreciates the good old-natured heroes of justice, and while at the current times, the trend is dying and is becoming plain, I still hold strong beliefs that they are Meta.
“Hmmm…” Kim Suho softly hums, and I follow him.
The two of us quietly seats beside each other on the train. The atmosphere is awkward. But it is fine. This is a small gain. I am confident that Kim Suho will remember me for my crazy antics of calling him Savior-nim.
We arrive at Cube, thankfully on time.
“I will be going now, I have to meet with my friends. Do you want to come?” He invites me, but I reject his offer.
“Nah, I am all good, man.” I shake my head too aware of how difficult his friends are. “I am also waiting for a friend,” I add.
The two of us part ways. I remain by the gates eyeing everyone who comes with the observation prowess of a hawk. If there is a will, there is a way.
“Kim Hosup!” It turns out, my luck is not so bad. “My man, its Hyon Hyung! Do you not remember? Ugh… Kim Chundong doesn’t remember me too… How hurtful…”
Kim Hosup and Kim Chundong are already acquaintances at this point in time. So getting to know Kim Hosup is like hitting two birds with one stone. Moreover, befriending Kim Hosup will bring me future benefits as the guy’s potential as an information gatherer is just immense.
I put my arms around Hosup’s neck. Just like Kim Chundong, Kim Hosup is another background character. What makes him special is his ability to gather information. As a support-type character, he becomes a valuable asset to Yoo Yoenha, another heroine of the novel.
“My man, did you see Chundong? Where is he?” I hug him in an intimate embrace, my arm over his neck. As he is shorter than me, I can wrap my arms around his neck as much as I want.
“What is that guy doing?”
“Poor kid, is he bullying him?”
“Well, the dude is a fatso, so it is fine, I guess?”
I cringe at the murmuring of the bypassers around me. I immediately remove my arms around Kim Hosup’s neck. I almost forget.
Wrapping your arms on another person’s neck and shoulder in Korea has a dangerous implication of bullying. I don’t really understand it, but apparently, wrapping your arms like that is overbearing for the recipient. I recall the many manhwas I peruse, and it seems there is an ongoing trope like this.
“I am sorry, Hosup… I am just so excited to see you…” I apologize to him.
Despite his pig-like appearance, and obviously superior weight, Kim Hosup is quite a shy type.
“Uuumm… It is fine.” He scratches the back of his head while he avoids eye contact.
This is bad.
“Man, sorry, my bad. I will make it up to you. Let’s go find Chundong. I will treat you guys to something nice after the ceremony.” The least I can do is treat my friends with food. This is super dangerous as I don’t know how won works.
Of all the things I just have to forget researching, it just has to be the sense of money…
But this is a necessary risk. I cannot lose Kim Hosup. Though he is not as significant as other characters, he is just as important as them!
We, I and Kim Hosup, exchange our contact info. I kind of strong-armed him, but I cannot just lose this guy. For a weakling nobody like me, having an information-gathering expert in the future will be a great boon.
“Let’s go, Hosup! Let’s find, Chundong!”
The two of us scour the auditorium where the Cube Entrance Ceremony shall commence. Apparently, according to Hosup, Chundong is already inside.
I already message Hajin AKA Chundong, but it appears that he is ignoring me and is paying more attention to Hosup who he is already acquainted. I feel hurt.
“CHUNDONG!” I exaggeratedly exclaim as I lay my eyes upon the guy. “I MISSED YOU, MAN!” I tackle him in an embrace. I did not do this for some malicious reason. I am investigating.
I feel for Chundong’s muscles, and damn, they are trained just like a swordsman who experiences much of the world. It looks like he also has more mass than me.
My almost perverted actions have a rationale behind them. In the novel, after exchanging Hajin and Chundong’s soul, their physical attributes also seems to change. Hajin is not yet fully synchronized with Chundong, thus his physical attributes remain as it is when he is in the Agent Military Academy.
Curious.
Very curious indeed.
This must mean, if Kim Chundong is diligently training in Agent Military Academy before Hajin even possesses his body, it means that his training has born results. Even considering Kim Chundong’s special past, I believe it is worth it to check over the Agent Military Academy’s training methods.
I must inquire about the training methods of the Agent Military Academy to improve myself.
“Chundong, my man! Did you miss me?”
“…”
The speechless Hajin inside Chundong’s body is struggling very hard. “Should I smack him?” He thinks to himself.
Strangely enough, I detect this subtle hostility from him. I quickly stop groping him lest he realizes how criminal my actions are. I pat his shoulder. “Tell me, you are a hugger, right?”
“I am not…” He plainly answers.
Stick to him like glue. I tell myself this in my head over and over again as if to hypnotize myself. This is necessary for my plans in the future.
Kim Hajin. He is my solution to my future. With a game plan in my mind, I start researching Kim Chundong. I have two weeks before the Cube Entrance Ceremony.
Stalking Kim Chundong on the internet is a more challenging task than I thought. The dude is very un-techy if that is even a word. I gather little information from him like the orphanage he is from, his information from the Agent Military Academy’s yearbook, and the other more miscellaneous free information about him.
After Day 1 of going to Cube, the identity of Kim Chundong in this world will vanish, and replacing it is Kim Hajin.
I wonder what will happen if that momentous change does transpire.
For now, I dedicate myself to writing the plot of The Novel’s Extra in my tiny notebook.
The rest is the typical boring stuff.
Then… D-Day arrives.
[Cube Entrance Ceremony.]
I cannot miss this event. It does not play a big part in the story, but not attending it will render me expelled arbitrarily as per Cube’s protocols. I leave my apartment and put on my uniform.
Just like any millennial from my past life, my mastery of watching my smartphone while walking is at the pinnacle. Lol.
For the past two weeks since graduating from the Agent Military Academy, I have been wisely using my time by researching. To raise my chance of survival, I have to understand this world fast.
Except casually checking information on Kim Chundong, I also check on the hot news and topics on the heroes, dungeons, and stuff around the world
There is not much difference in this world from my past world, except here, Korea is a superpower nation. As a place where they produce most Heroes, it is only normal for them to carry such weight.
I feel so numb this day especially as I read over the comments on the internet of the Korean netizens of how they pride themselves as Koreans. It just hurts my head… because what naturally comes with differences is discrimination.
“Sigh…” I am sighing a lot these days, but I cannot blame myself for it. “Discrimination is not a topic introduced in the novel. I can only assume that this world has inherited every world problem from my past life’s world…” I complain on the air.
While I read over the various articles online through my smartwatch, I proceed to my destination— Cube— the high-end facility where Korea nurtures Heroes. For three years, I will be attending that place.
After tripping on the nth time about to reach the double digits, I ultimately decide to stop multitasking. I stop looking at my smartwatch while walking at the same time. I can only focus on one. So I walk. I can be so stupid and hardheaded sometimes.
I recall Kim Hajin, The Novel’s Extra, and from what I remember, he will be dropping out after his first year. The idea is enticing in itself, but as a complete nobody, I think I will stay on Cube for a long time. It is an educational facility, and I plan to learn everything I can from the place.
As I take my ticket from the train and flash it to the machine, I bump into a familiar character.
“Woah,” I exclaim as I land my gaze on the other protagonist. “Kim Suho, right? The Savior, right? Oh, man, I am saved!”
I ingratiate myself with him with a play on words. Suho means Savior, or Protector, after all. So addressing him as a savior is not incorrect.
“Sorry about that.” He nervously replies finding my address as uncomfortable.
“That’s okay, Savior-nim… I am a Cube Cadet too. I am Hyon Hyung, Rank 1111!” I introduce myself to him with energy. I don’t mean to act all too crazy with him, but… “I am a fan by the way…”
Yep. That is right. I am a fan, and I mean it.
I am someone who appreciates the good old-natured heroes of justice, and while at the current times, the trend is dying and is becoming plain, I still hold strong beliefs that they are Meta.
“Hmmm…” Kim Suho softly hums, and I follow him.
The two of us quietly seats beside each other on the train. The atmosphere is awkward. But it is fine. This is a small gain. I am confident that Kim Suho will remember me for my crazy antics of calling him Savior-nim.
We arrive at Cube, thankfully on time.
“I will be going now, I have to meet with my friends. Do you want to come?” He invites me, but I reject his offer.
“Nah, I am all good, man.” I shake my head too aware of how difficult his friends are. “I am also waiting for a friend,” I add.
The two of us part ways. I remain by the gates eyeing everyone who comes with the observation prowess of a hawk. If there is a will, there is a way.
“Kim Hosup!” It turns out, my luck is not so bad. “My man, its Hyon Hyung! Do you not remember? Ugh… Kim Chundong doesn’t remember me too… How hurtful…”
Kim Hosup and Kim Chundong are already acquaintances at this point in time. So getting to know Kim Hosup is like hitting two birds with one stone. Moreover, befriending Kim Hosup will bring me future benefits as the guy’s potential as an information gatherer is just immense.
I put my arms around Hosup’s neck. Just like Kim Chundong, Kim Hosup is another background character. What makes him special is his ability to gather information. As a support-type character, he becomes a valuable asset to Yoo Yoenha, another heroine of the novel.
“My man, did you see Chundong? Where is he?” I hug him in an intimate embrace, my arm over his neck. As he is shorter than me, I can wrap my arms around his neck as much as I want.
“What is that guy doing?”
“Poor kid, is he bullying him?”
“Well, the dude is a fatso, so it is fine, I guess?”
I cringe at the murmuring of the bypassers around me. I immediately remove my arms around Kim Hosup’s neck. I almost forget.
Wrapping your arms on another person’s neck and shoulder in Korea has a dangerous implication of bullying. I don’t really understand it, but apparently, wrapping your arms like that is overbearing for the recipient. I recall the many manhwas I peruse, and it seems there is an ongoing trope like this.
“I am sorry, Hosup… I am just so excited to see you…” I apologize to him.
Despite his pig-like appearance, and obviously superior weight, Kim Hosup is quite a shy type.
“Uuumm… It is fine.” He scratches the back of his head while he avoids eye contact.
This is bad.
“Man, sorry, my bad. I will make it up to you. Let’s go find Chundong. I will treat you guys to something nice after the ceremony.” The least I can do is treat my friends with food. This is super dangerous as I don’t know how won works.
Of all the things I just have to forget researching, it just has to be the sense of money…
But this is a necessary risk. I cannot lose Kim Hosup. Though he is not as significant as other characters, he is just as important as them!
We, I and Kim Hosup, exchange our contact info. I kind of strong-armed him, but I cannot just lose this guy. For a weakling nobody like me, having an information-gathering expert in the future will be a great boon.
“Let’s go, Hosup! Let’s find, Chundong!”
The two of us scour the auditorium where the Cube Entrance Ceremony shall commence. Apparently, according to Hosup, Chundong is already inside.
I already message Hajin AKA Chundong, but it appears that he is ignoring me and is paying more attention to Hosup who he is already acquainted. I feel hurt.
“CHUNDONG!” I exaggeratedly exclaim as I lay my eyes upon the guy. “I MISSED YOU, MAN!” I tackle him in an embrace. I did not do this for some malicious reason. I am investigating.
I feel for Chundong’s muscles, and damn, they are trained just like a swordsman who experiences much of the world. It looks like he also has more mass than me.
My almost perverted actions have a rationale behind them. In the novel, after exchanging Hajin and Chundong’s soul, their physical attributes also seems to change. Hajin is not yet fully synchronized with Chundong, thus his physical attributes remain as it is when he is in the Agent Military Academy.
Curious.
Very curious indeed.
This must mean, if Kim Chundong is diligently training in Agent Military Academy before Hajin even possesses his body, it means that his training has born results. Even considering Kim Chundong’s special past, I believe it is worth it to check over the Agent Military Academy’s training methods.
I must inquire about the training methods of the Agent Military Academy to improve myself.
“Chundong, my man! Did you miss me?”
“…”
The speechless Hajin inside Chundong’s body is struggling very hard. “Should I smack him?” He thinks to himself.
Strangely enough, I detect this subtle hostility from him. I quickly stop groping him lest he realizes how criminal my actions are. I pat his shoulder. “Tell me, you are a hugger, right?”
“I am not…” He plainly answers.
