Chapter 4 – 1. I Want to Fuck a Hero (4)
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When I pressed the four numbers in sequence, the door lock opened with a beeping sound.
I guess it’s because it’s been a while since I last visited the house. For some reason, I feel uneasy.
I would say it feels like I’m back in the house I moved to when I was young, after a long time.
… Actually, I’ve never done that before, so I’m not sure what it feels like.
I was confused about the location of the bathroom light and the kitchen fire, so the click-click sound continued to spread for a moment, but it only lasted for a moment.
When I pressed the light switch correctly, the room, which had been dark due to the dingy rain, began to be filled with white light.
I took off my coat, which made a clanking sound every time I moved, and took in the familiar sight.
10 pyeong worth. It’s a fairly comfortable one-room apartment for living alone. The soundproofing was also excellent.
It was a place I liked, except for the fact that the landlady was very friendly and every time she had to talk on the phone, she would end up wasting 20 minutes with pointless conversation.
It’s been a while here too. It was the first studio apartment I bought with my own money during my freshman year of high school.
As soon as the down payment was made, I signed a contract for a two-room apartment and got scammed by the lease.
After that, I moved to an officetel.
A slightly dirty family because I am not tidy by nature.
I opened a 2L water bottle that was roughly placed on the floor and quenched my thirst.
Because the boiler is not turned on, cold water fills my stomach.
Meanwhile, an innocuous thought passes through my head.
Even when I hit my cheek so much that blood splattered on the table.
Even when I break up a ‘company’ contract on my own.
Even when I almost got hit by a truck.
Even when I had a conversation with a prospective hero whose name I didn’t know yet.
The feeling that something was in a dream clearly remained and tickled a part of my heart.
After thoroughly researching her ‘tastes’ as a test.
It’s only now that I keep everything in my head without forgetting it and pour cold water into my stomach.
First time.
“Phew…”
… Living thing.
It was the same.
*****
Typing practice is over.
After quickly taking a shower, I put down my notepad under the window and searched for things I was curious about.
Return to the past, time regression, mental illness where you think you have returned to the past, etc…
There was a bit of talk about depression and schizophrenia, but unfortunately, there were no search results that caught my attention.
So who did it that caused me to return to the past?
Or why are memories from 10 years from now suddenly stuck in my head?
Unfortunately, there were limitations to the investigation using information on the Internet, which is open to anyone.
However, even if I did see a psychiatrist, I didn’t think it would be particularly helpful.
What would happen if you introduced yourself by saying, ‘I’m from 10 years in the future’?
The result was obvious.
Until something major happens in the future, doctors and I alike will judge me as mentally ill.
Well, that’s enough.
Let’s stop going to the doctor.
After the incident really happened, it immediately became true that I had returned to the past.
Umm.
If you’re feeling uneasy, I think one way is to just accept the 10 years of youth that were given to you.
… It could be schizophrenia.
Thinking that wasn’t all, I pressed the backspace bar.
Next is the recruitment guideline for Miren Academy, one of the hero training institutions.
I typed on the Miren Academy keyboard and scrolled half-heartedly.
The first thing I saw was practical skills.
It’s not that important.
A vague level transcendent may be important, but a healing transcendent is an irreplaceable human resource.
Next. Handwriting.
After staring at those two letters for a while, I gave up and looked elsewhere.
The reason is simple.
Because villains don’t study.
Then the mouse stops for a moment.
The words ‘recruitment period’ were written there.
First of all, the digit before the others was 1.
December. And January.
The current date I looked at on my phone a while ago is February.
I guess I’ll have to use a different method to meet that woman.
Since you said you need to find a part-time job on the weekends, check the stores that have such flyers posted.
Or, you could pretend to run into them by chance on your way home after class. That way.
Well, if it was bothersome, throwing it away was one of the options.
It’s not a world where there are only a couple of heroes in each city like it was a few decades ago.
These days, if you go to high school, there are a couple of transcendent students in every class.
There are only a few abilities that are strong enough to feel useful.
Anyway.
You can throw it away if it’s bothersome, but since she’s a student at Miren Academy, isn’t there a possibility of meeting other heroes through her?
She was lucky enough to make friends, but she didn’t need to reap the good fortune that came her way.
Besides, she has many famous heroes who are from Mirren, so maybe…
… Should I just make sure to take care of it first?
The title is ‘1’
I was about to turn off the computer after putting a notepad of about 22kb into a folder called ‘Dogmeongi’ on the desktop.
I scrolled down a little further when I found a word written far below the recruitment guideline, almost at the end.
What was written there.
“… Hmm.”
It was none other than a ‘recruitment notice.’
“…”
Click.
Grumble,
Grumbling.
The sound of the mouse wheel rolling spread quietly.
*****
“The best hero, at the best academy”
I was so embarrassed by the slogan that I couldn’t bear to look at it.
Miren Academy Principal Seok Jae-hwa had a laptop in front of her and continuously tapped the desk with her fingertips.
Of course, the former was not something to be ashamed of.
How many heroes have we produced so far? !
It was the latter that was shameful.
The best academy.
What this means is not only the best as a reputation.
Principal Seok Jae-hwa, a former hero, worked hard to invite current top heroes from various fields to teach her students.
We were proud that the combat training dummy and AI were more up-to-date than any other academy,
We spared no effort in providing support to help students develop their abilities to the fullest. (Actually, if you look at it, it was the tuition they paid.)
In such a facility, children bloom freely by going to and from school freely, designing their own curriculum, training freely, and hanging out with friends freely.
Several flowers.
Seok Jae-hwa thought Miren Academy was the best of the best.
It was satisfactory.
If all goes according to plan,
So, if only someone came to support ‘training freely’.
It must have been satisfying all along.
“… There is no news of him being admitted to another academy.”
Principal Seok Jae-hwa muttered quietly and opened the list of enrolled students again.
Then, between the list of names, her gaze stopped at the part that started with ‘Seo’.
None.
It’s the same even if you look at it twice, three times, several times.
A transcendental healer. Seo Woojin.
This guy.
Where did it go?
Could it be that he has already entered some office as a sidekick?
“Okay…”
Of course, since he was a transcendental healer, there was no need to choose the academy.
Not only famous domestic heroes, but also overseas, healing transcendentalists are special, so if you want money, all you have to do is visit the office of the person who offers the highest amount.
In addition, we investigated the rumor a long time ago that he was a student who was very reluctant to be exposed to the media.
If I had left it quietly without informing anyone, even the principal would have had no way of knowing right away.
Although I had connections, I only had one ear to hear the news.
However, even from the reporter in charge of the interview,
There is one fact that I also found out and cross-verified from a classmate from the same middle school.
The reporter called student Seo Woo-jin ‘a cold and hard student who knows a lot about heroes.’
A classmate described Seo Woo-jin as ‘a shady hero otaku who looks normal but whose hobby is backgrounding on heroes.’
For example, it means that you like heroes.
To be exact, the ‘information’ of the hero.
Also, ‘a lot of information’.
Therefore, Principal Seok Jae-hwa’s judgment was as follows.
In that case, rather than entering a hero’s office where information is already widely spread, wouldn’t he rather enroll in an academy full of ‘fresh’ heroes, even if just for a little while? ?
That is, kimchi soup.
“It’s ruined.”
I guess money was better than new information.
Principal Seok Jae-hwa closed her laptop and sighed.
As the situation progressed, I began to regret some of the things I had not done.
She was worried that she might be a burden to student Seo Woo-jin, so she did not make any contact.
And, the thousands of heart-wrenching letters asking people to come to our academy were not even written and sent. Etc.
‘But what on earth are you going to do if you really don’t come? .’
In this age group, there is only one person who transcends the healing world: Seo Woo-jin.
The next healing world transcender is still a 5th grade elementary school student with chubby cheeks.
Accordingly, there is an embarrassing skit that takes place.
That is… ,
Of course, I knew that Seo Woo-jin would be admitted… ,
It is said that a small health room has been prepared on the first floor of the academy as a gift to him.
“…”
It’s okay.
It seemed like a hikikomori style, so I prepared a quiet and comfortable room with good soundproofing, but it was okay.
An urgent fire can be solved if even an ordinary medical worker, not a transcendental person, is involved.
If they say they expanded the original health room because it was so crowded, they could somehow fool the students.
It’s not particularly crowded, but you can’t avoid the pitiful looks that ask why you’re spending money on something like that.
If you have money to spend on such things, it’s also a bonus to be asked to pay more to support hero activities.
Phew. Principal Seok Jae-hwa sighed and got up from the sofa and straightened his clothes.
Because my stomach hurt.
I don’t know how to endure those stares, because I’m nervous.
At that time.
“Hmm… ?”
The principal took out her cell phone from her pocket and confirmed that there were two calls from an unknown number.
Ah. When I had a bowl of Jajangmyeon for lunch earlier, I guess I set it to silent rather than vibrate.
Such a mistake.
“Hmm…”
Normally, if it’s spam, only 1 message will be marked.
Whose call is this?
Direct, without going through the administrative office?
The principal massaged his rumbling lower abdomen and lifted his cell phone.
“Hello?”
*****
“Is it real?”
“Uh, okay.”
“My ankle, which was about to swell from a sprain, just stayed there…”
“I understand. Lee Ha-yoon. So stop it. You’re going crazy.”
“Oh, yes!”
“…Anyway, I’m fortunate. I got my ankle fixed, and I was able to receive 100% of the subsidy. Living expenses were tight this month.”
Miren Academy Gymnasium 2nd floor.
Entrance to the women’s shower room.
Wei Yiying, while being dried with a hair dryer, her hair, like the black night sky, nodded softly.
And then again.
Less than five seconds later, her hair, which had been still, began to move as if excited.
“You haven’t even been treated by a healing practitioner yet, right?”
“… Uh.”
“It feels so amazing? It’s like a warm energy creeping in…”
“… Noisy… Whew…”
“At the end, it spread to my whole body and started squirming and then boom! And then it was over.”
“…”
“It’s so quick to go to the healing world, but now I’m not satisfied with something like a cast…”
“…”
“Huh, huh? Jiyoon? Hey, you’re not dry here and here yet?”
“If you know, you can stop me. I want to look around the academy more.”
“Ugh… It’s too much… She’s going to take supplementary classes soon… “
“…”
Her hair, which had been shaking as she walked slowly, stopped in place for a moment.
Almost everything was stained pure white due to her magic
It was pure white short hair that occasionally shook and the black hair inside was barely visible.
“… Are you going to stay quiet?”
“I’m going to have a good time.”
“There’s no need to do that. … My head hurts, so just stay quiet. You know, too. “I have chronic headaches.”
“Nng nng.”
I think the headache was caused by my sister.
I just thought to myself.
“… Ah, sister.”
“Why?”
“What is the room with no nameplate in the corner of the first floor of the main building?”
“Huh?”
“There was one. I saw it on my way to school.”
Okay, I heard a voice of concern.
After all that noise was consumed by the loud sound of the hair dryer.
Evolutionary system. Limiter off.
Miren Academy Class 2-B reserve hero Lee Ha-yoon thought for a few more seconds before spitting out an answer.
“Well?”
“… It’s okay. It was my fault for asking.”
“No, there really wasn’t a room like that… Is it a classroom?”
“Okay. I understand, so be quiet again.”
“Hmph…”
