A hologram the size of a blackboard was floated, showing the main building of Eungwang High School.
The building appears like it emits light from itself thanks to the sunlight reflected by the golden pillars of the Silver Hall and the glass windows covering the walls.
The heart of Eungwang High, the Silver Hall, is now the target of a terrorist attack.
“Wangchan, Chairman Lee is here right?”
“Yep. I saw the secretary move some documents that were in the faculty office earlier.”
“Did you check the seal on the envelope?”
“Double-checked. It’s going to go directly to Chairman Lee.”
In the Year Two Class Zero classroom.
The Class Zero students looked at the Silver Hall being projected on the hologram as if it were an enemy.
They had various sound equipment, cables, tools, and alarm clocks in their hands.
“What’s the maximum time for the woofer team?”
“I think about 90 seconds? We can finish setting up while the secretary’s gone.”
“And the alarm clock team?”
“I checked the map around Silver Hall. We’ll hide them in a place where it’s hard to locate.”
Yeon Garam, the ace member of the theatre club, answered Geum Chansol’s question with a smile.
The bag that Yeon Garam was holding contained dozens of alarm clocks.
They intend to plant woofers and alarm clocks around the chairman’s office.
“Let’s give hell to the chairman who overworked our Jegal-ssaem!”
“Let’s go!”
Geum Chansol shouted with a determined expression as he ordered Wang Chansol.
“Did you bring the hiding items? Hurry up and distribute them.”
“Yep! Look, I brought them all.”
“…Did you bring enough for everyone? It looks like there’s not enough.”
“Count them! Look, it’s just enough.”
Geum Chansol counted the number of item cards that Wang Chansol brought, only to be disappointed.
“You’re missing one, you idiot!”
“What?”
“This idiot didn’t count himself.”
“Huh? …Ah!”
Wang Chansol belatedly realized his mistake.
The classmates each took one item card from Wang Chansol’s hand, and he was left with nothing.
“…Do I have to attack Chairman Lee without a hiding item?”
“Yea, good luck.”
Yeon Garam soullessly wished him good luck while Geum Chansol gave further instructions.
“From here on, we’re going to attack Chairman Lee. We need to move quietly now. We’re going to head to the Silver Hall and—“
“No.”
The door of the classroom suddenly opened and a clear voice resonated.
The sight of the teacher greatly shocked Geum Chansol.
“Ahk!”
There were just some teachers in this school that can’t be messed with.
Those were the homeroom teachers Ham Geunhyung, Jegal, Im Yeonhwa, and Yong Jegun.
The homeroom teachers of Class Zero were very busy because they were in charge of the department head position, so the Year Two students thought they could safely play their pranks.
However, although this teacher was a kind and gentle one, he was a teacher who was stern at disciplining students who cross the line.
That teacher is the Spiritual Word skill user, Gong Cheonghwon
“Hey, cover your ears and run!”
“It’s too late.”
While they were engrossed in their meeting, Gong Cheonghwon already took control of the classroom with his energy wave.
From the moment he arrived, the Year Two Class Zero students stood no chance against Gong Cheonghwon.
A clear voice rode was transmitted by an energy wave and resonated in the students’ ears.
[Rest.]
Half of the students couldn’t protect themselves from the spiritual word skill and they collapsed.
Geum Chansol, who tried to run away with his ears covered, stopped in his tracks when he saw his classmates collapse.
He gave further instructions as if he had no intention of abandoning his classmates.
“…Guys, attack!”
“Atackkk!”
With Geum Chansol’s instigation, the other kids surged to Gong Cheonghwon, but they all fell one after another from Gong Cheonghwon’s Taehokwon technique.
The energy wave from Gong Cheonghwon’s spiritual word technique dug further into the students’ eardrums.
As Yeon Garam was overpowered, only Geum Chansol and Wang Chansol remained standing in the classroom.
The duo made sideways eye contact with each other.
They raised their hands, gesturing that they surrender.
They would be annihilated if they tried to attack, and if they faint, no one will be left to negotiate with the teacher.
This was an inevitable choice.
“Let’s go. We’re going to the head of the school affairs department.”
Geum Chansol and Wang Chansol whined at Gong Cheonghwon’s deadpan declaration.
“Ahhh, no! Please don’t tell Jegal-ssaem!”
“We were wrong, Professor Gong Cheonghwon!”
Gong Cheonghwon shook his head without hesitation.
“I’m not letting you guys off the hook.”
Gong Cheonghwon already has a guess on who is Hwangmyeong Foundation’s Chairman Lee.
Geum Chansol and Wang Chansol have a lot of connections and wealth, but the person they were about to mess with was likely to be a strong person of royal lineage.
He would’ve let it slide if it were a prank to some other teacher, but to plan an attack on the chairman…
They need to be scolded by Jegal.
“We were supposed to go to the opening ceremony with Jegal-ssaem, but the chairman suddenly made him do some extra work! We just wanted to show how bitter we are about it!”
“Why is he making our professor do extra work!”
“He’s already busy as ever!”
They made some excuses, but Gong Cheonghwon only shook his head in response.
While they inevitably waited for Jegal, the collapsed Yeon Garam spoke with a teary-eyed face.
“…Are you not going to the opening ceremony?”
“I have some administrative work to do.”
The truth was, Gong Cheonghwon can’t attend the opening ceremony because Chairman Lee handed him some extra work too.
He finished his work early so he walked the halls to patrol the school, and that’s when he discovered Year Two Class Zero’s heinous plan.
‘Come to think of it, it’s quite odd. The work he gave us wasn’t really important or urgent. It’s as if he delegated it to keep us from leaving the school.’
Gong Cheonghwon was well aware that Chairman Lee was a moody person, but since their last meeting, he became strangely inconsiderate to him.
‘…Wait. So Professor Jegal received additional work from Chairman Lee too?’
There isn’t really any connection between Jegal and Gong Cheonghwon.
Except for one similarity.
They are both users of the Spiritual Word skill.
* * *
Now that “that word” is mentioned, I need to strengthen my mind.
If I answer poorly, there’s a high chance that I’d be highly suspected.
“Yes, I know him. The newspaper department wrote an article once about him.”
“…Right.”
Yeom Junyeol stared straight into my face as I did my best to act calm.
“I heard that you used a hiding skill when you filmed Miro’s death match video. The other kids couldn’t detect your presence at all, thanks to that skill.”
Hearing that, I wonder why Yeom Junyeol is asking about “that word”.
I used Jeon Muyeong’s skill when I filmed the video, and also in that one lesson I had with Yeom Junyeol.
Considering Dokgo Miro’s excellent ability to detect someone’s presence, it seems that Yeom Junyeol judged that the hiding ability I used wasn’t of the ordinary sort.
Yeom Junyeol implies that even the mythical tiger belonging to our class wasn’t able to detect my presence.
“That skill. By any chance, is it…”
Yeom Junyeol looked troubled as he searched for the right words to say.
After much consideration, he finished his sentence cautiously.
“…Is it something that you learned from someone?”
His words unwittingly made me feel relieved.
Before it gets obvious, I answered him right away.
“No. I didn’t learn it from anyone.”
I am not lying to my student.
Jeon Muyeong was available to be used as a playable character during the time that the PMH game’s concrete layer was crumbling down.
The already small number of users who decide to endure the failed game’s devastating story all left when Yeom Junyeol died.
In other words, no one else was left playing the game, no one was posting on the game’s bulletin board, and I’m the only one left to witness the world of PMH slowly end.
I developed Jeon Muyeong’s abilities on my own.
While I was lost in thought, Yeom Junyeol’s face straightened.
“You didn’t have a teacher who taught you a hiding skill, right Euishin?”
“Yes.”
“I see…! Sorry I stopped you out of nowhere.”
We both looked relieved, though I don’t think we both understand why the other is.
“Are you here for student council work?”
“No, uhm… You’ll know soon.”
Yeom Junyeol refused to give a straight answer.
Still, I knew right away why Yeom Junyeol is here.
Yeom Junyeol was wearing a perfect outfit, and yet he was not here for student council activities.
‘It’s Playlist’s filming.’
My earnest student seemed to adhere to the principle of embargo.
I decided to feign ignorance.
“Alright, I’ll go now. Good luck. Oh, it’s difficult for me to talk about Playlist, but I can give you an interview about how I feel about the sports exchange match.”
I won an interview with Yeom Junyeol.
I’m sure Moon Saeron and the others would be very happy.
I filmed a short interview with Yeom Junyeol and went on my way.
* * *
Eungwang Stadium, in the central control room.
The Avaritia priest checked the stands through the screen.
It’s ten minutes before the start of the opening ceremony.
All the spectators have entered the stadium, and the entrance gate has been closed already to ensure the event would go smoothly.
Upon hearing a report that the staff who were helping with the entrance gate had withdrawn, the Avaritia priest quietly left.
No one was paying attention to him as everyone was very busy.
Before he closed the door, he overheard a short conversation.
“Oh, should we close the dome now?”
“Eh? Close the dome? There was no specific instruction to do that during the rehearsals…”
“Look, it’s written here in bold.”
“Oh, right…”
While the broadcasting department student checked the instructions and made late adjustments, the facility management staff pressed the button that closes the dome.
Keuuuuuung…!
The roof of the stadium began to close, and the sky was slowly covered.
* * *
Keuuuuuung…!
The sound of the dome closing rang in the distance.
‘I think I’m still on time.’
Although Yeom Junyeol caused me some delay, I arrived at the rendezvous point in time.
I went inside, ignoring the signage that said “Out of Order”
“You’re here.”
It’s a waiting room near the entrance, the farthest point from the central gate.
It was the one set to be used by the athletes.
This waiting room was closed because the air conditioning isn’t functioning, and the communication signal was bad during the weekend.
Right now, the air conditioning is working perfectly, but the communication signal is still dead.
“Are you ready?”
White Tiger, who was wearing a Eungwang High uniform and had his hair dyed black, nodded.
It was a little unfamiliar for me to see him wearing a school uniform, but my playable character looked very good in it.
“Then let’s go.”
<Using light skill Player Identity>
Among the countless cards, I chose a character in advance and fully activated my light skill.
Keeung!
Right as the activation of my light skill was completed, the dome was completely closed and the Eungwang Stadium was blocked from the outside.
