Possessed in a Thousand Novels - Chapter 79



11. The Pink Saint (1)

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-Experiment: @ Akashiu

-Akashiu: Huh?

-Experiment Siwoo: Can you become friendly with a saint from your world? I need more information about the saint.

-Akashiu: That’s a bit much.

-Aka Si-woo: It would be too conscienceless for me to say something to Jo Yoo-young and then approach her.

-Experiment Siwoo: Still, it can be helpful to other worlds, so do whatever you can.

-Experiment: At least collect information from the internet and books.

-Akashiu: I’ll try my best first.

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Why is the fantasy world set in the Middle Ages?

Many people will have different opinions on this. This is because it originated from mythology. This is to maximize and show the extraordinary. This is for the convenience and romance of development. It’s just a cliche, etc.

However, according to what Siwoo and his friends saw and experienced firsthand, there was a more realistic reason hidden behind it.

Human history has developed by longing for what one cannot do. The Wright brothers, who created the first airplane, Willis Carrier, the inventor of the air conditioning system who is revered as the savior of mankind every summer, and all other inventions that changed mankind do not deviate from this principle.

But with magic there is no need to do that. Geniuses who can change human history fall into magic instead of invention. The Wright brothers learn levitation magic instead of airplanes. Willis Carrier seeks to improve atmospheric magic. Many other geniuses try to quench their thirst through magic.

Of course, sometimes strange people appear among dogs. Those who can solve their problems by walking their own path. However, such attempts stop before the march of history. The first developed technology is ignored due to the limitations of the prototype, and even the commercially viable technology is not realized as a reality due to the lack of infrastructure.

And the knowledge accumulated in the entire process is lost in one war.

In this way, the steps of the times become silent at some point, and the special fantasy era that subtly mixes the medieval and modern times continues forever.

Therefore, it is not surprising that fantasy is set in the Middle Ages. On the contrary, if it closely follows the setting of an authentic fantasy but is set in a modern day, that is truly special.

And out of a thousand worlds, there was only one such world.

The world of Siwoo, commonly known as ‘Akashiu’, possessed by ‘I became an academy manager.’

And because of Akashiu’s special nature, he was responsible for delivering special information to the chat room that did not exist in other worlds.

‘I somehow found things like modern magic, military magic, industrial magic, and spy magic… I really don’t know what a saint is.’

Siwoo sighed and lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Since the only magic he could use was magic missiles, the only means of finding information were books and the Internet. There was a limit to finding real secrets with that.

Of course, Siwoo knew how to obtain information without this complicated process. Isn’t Elia, who is in the same class right now, the ‘saint’ that Siwoo is looking for?

However, she keeps it a secret that she is a saint. Moreover, I am not a person who would easily reveal information that is never known to the public, and I amThere is also something Siwoo said to Young. Siwoo’s approach to Elia is nothing more than a discrepancy in words and actions.

So, more than a month passed, and even now, with only a week left until summer vacation, Siwoo was rolling around in bed, unable to do anything.

This is a situation where no matter how hard you try, there is no solution.

And what broke the long stalemate was a mysterious package.

“… What is this?”

On the way back from a nearby convenience store. Siwoo discovered a small piece of mail in front of the front door of his house.

The English language written on the sticker attached to the plastic was bright blue and tough, different from domestic parcels. At first glance, it seemed very suspicious and we should have been cautious.

Siwoo, who had lived in Korea for over 20 years before being possessed, and who was also a Korean in the academy world where security was extremely high, had no particular sense of crisis.

At best, you might ask, ‘Was it delivered incorrectly?’ Or ‘It must be too troublesome and difficult to process a return. I just thought, ‘Should I open it to see what’s there?’

That complacency triggered the incident.

‘… Uh?’

The moment Siwoo opened the package out of curiosity, he felt something spinning before his eyes.

My dizzy vision became distorted. The background fluctuated and blended in, and a bitter taste lingered on the tip of my tongue. Every nerve in his body burned and throbbed. A feeling came over him as if his face was collapsing, and the tips of his toes and fingers seemed to be getting stiffer.

Breathing was also difficult. The air expelled from his gaping mouth was whitish. Forcing myself to sigh loudly didn’t help much. At some point, his head didn’t even move. No matter how hard he tried to turn it or how hard he used his arms, his stiffly raised head would not go down.

At that moment, for the first time, Siwoo saw the countless records of deaths he had seen in the chat room overlapping with reality.

The constricting breath and stiffening body paralyzed reason. He broke through all obstacles to judgment about death, which seemed to be approaching at every moment. A bit of justification followed the judgment.

Siwoo fumbled in his pocket with his trembling hands and took out his phone, resentful of the fingerprint recognition that had been making mistakes over and over again today. He turned on the phone app, looked into his address book, and with his immobile fingers searched for someone who might be able to bring up the only person he could think of right now.

Jo Yoo-young.

Turrr – A long, drawn-out connecting sound. Consciousness repeatedly moved away from the space between the connecting sounds and then moved closer to the connecting sounds that struck consciousness. And silence, which is different from blank space.

Jo Yoo-young received it.

Siwoo didn’t think about it any further and barely got his words out.

“Here… In front of my house… Come… Take Elia… The address is… “

Address. I need to tell you the address.

Before Siwoo knew it, he realized that he had collapsed on the floor. The lost phone fell to the floor, and Siwoo’s eyes were forced to close due to a different sense from Suma’s.

As I was losing consciousness, Yooyoung’s voice screaming, asking what was going on, became blurred.

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“Cheon Si-woo? Hey! Cheon Si-woo!”

-…

There is no answer on the other side. Yooyoung bit her lip nervously. She felt even more anxious because she had no idea what was going on.

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Moreover, she sees National Intelligence Service agents almost every day. After all, isn’t one of the teachers at the academy an agent of the National Intelligence Service? Moreover, what is the content of the call?It felt like a scene from a hostage situation, so Yooyoung’s imagination naturally turned to a conspiracy theory perspective.

Conspiracies by terrorist groups targeting saints, instigation by the National Intelligence Service, religious wars, etc. There were endless scenarios. The stimulating and exciting content had a magical power that prevented people from escaping, so Yooyoung tried to further expand and connect her imagination within that treadmill.

Her kindness to Si-woo lifted her spirit out of the maze.

‘For a moment. No matter how much Siwoo was threatened, is he the type of person who would sell Elia like that?’

To tell the truth, it was true that she was the one to sell. Even if she doesn’t actively reveal her identity, she is loyal enough to tell her identity if her life is threatened. It was also the limit that an ordinary person could maintain.

Right away, Si-woo simply explained it to Yoo-young and handed it over, and it was he who confessed to Cheol-su that Elia was a saint. Even though she calculated that ‘I and Jo Yoo-jin are not good at lying anyway, so if we interrogate and wiretap, we will be found out, and if we keep our mouths shut, the problem will escalate and we will suffer more’, it does not change the fact that she confessed the truth. No.

But now, when Yuyoung was her Eugene, he gave her a few words, arranged a reconciliation with her family, and helped her find a new life. Yooyoung had a very good image for Siwoo.

Once she regained consciousness, her sharp brain picked up many clues.

‘If a criminal had planned to lure Elia, they would have told him the address. ‘I’m not going to knock you out if you didn’t even tell me your address.’

‘It’s strange that I heard the phone drop. If you are tied up, the criminal will be holding the phone, so there is no reason to drop it.’

‘That’s why the call has been connected so far, and there’s no sign of presence on the other end.’

‘If they had tried to threaten in the first place, the criminal would have personally revealed his presence and stated his demands. It is strange that only Si-woo’s voice is heard.’

If so, there is only one conclusion to be drawn.

Siwoo is in critical condition due to an accident, and he seeks help from a saint.

‘It’s suspicious that he was attacked in front of my house, but…’

What if something serious happens to Si-woo?

Thinking about it, Yooyoung hung up on her and looked for the phone number of someone who might know the address that Siwoo couldn’t tell her.

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“Okay. I understand. “I was also going nearby at the time, so I should be able to quickly understand the situation.”

-Whoa… Yes. Thank you

“What. It is also a teacher’s job to keep students safe. “I gave her the address, so she’ll call me back when she arrives.”

Cheolsu hung up Yooyoung’s phone call and stepped on her accelerator harder. The road was exactly the same as the road leading to Siwoo’s house.

Of course, it was not a coincidence that Cheolsu was heading near Siwoo’s house at this time.

Even though inspections were not as intensive as before after Si-woo was revealed to be a worthless possessor, a certain level of surveillance was continuing under his jurisdiction. Even though I couldn’t confirm the exact situation, I was able to guess what happened based on the contents of the phone call.

As soon as Cheolsu realized that, he moved.

He thought of several scenarios during the drive home. Siwoo’s apartment is a place where there are a lot of civilians. If you make a mistake, it could cause quite a stir, so it was better to think about how to respond in advance.

＜Br＞ But what he saw when he arrived was in a different realm from all those scenarios.

Harmful gases affected by the gas-proof spell, a torn package, and Si-woo lying down.

It was not an accident that happened to civilians, but more like a method of poisoning a target from the back world.

“You bastard, what on earth are you doing?”

Cheolsu first administered appropriate first aid and then looked down at Siwoo’s painful face.

I was convinced that this possessed person still had a lot of use left in him.