Chapter 23

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 23

Chapter Title: 22. Preparing for the Team Battle

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The Internet Broadcasting Club's first dungeon raid had been a resounding success.

I'd felt uneasy when that Choi Si-woo bastard suggested going around to the back entrance, but he took care of all the aftermath at the Association himself.

Fine. I'd let that slide. There was some talk about the Black God Cult afterward, but I decided not to worry about it.

The Black God Cult was the protagonist's territory, after all.

For the rewards, we split the items from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠treasure chest evenly five ways, and I claimed the [Ancient Legacy] and [Core] for myself.

Thinking about it, Han Su-ji had Kim Jae-su's sponsorship, and Reina, that fake elf descendant from another world, had government backing—not to mention being an elf. Me? I was just watching my big brother's mood.

So, pitiful me had a solemn duty to monopolize these goodies.

Yoo Eun-ha: Hey

NTR Expert Actor: You called, sis?

Yoo Eun-ha: Ho ho

NTR Expert Actor: ? Acting all big sis now.

Yoo Eun-ha: Just kidding. How do you use the item from the dungeon?

NTR Expert Actor: You slot it in.

Yoo Eun-ha: Slot what where, you asshole?

Looking at the size, it didn't seem like it'd fit anywhere.

NTR Expert Actor: No, you just embed the item into your body. If you're using it yourself, swallow it or slot it in.

Yoo Eun-ha: OK, thanks.

Choi Si-woo hadn't exchanged contacts, and for all their strength, Reina and Han Su-ji had never used dungeon drop items before, so I asked Geum Tae-yang.

Simple enough. Just slot it in.

I shoved the black uncle sitting in the chair aside with a dagger, sat down, and reverently picked up the Ancient Legacy.

"I'll give it a try."

Muttering nonsense to myself, I pressed the Ancient Legacy into my cleavage.

Don't get the wrong idea. I just shoved it deep into my bosom.

Suddenly, a dull ache hit, and a vast amount of knowledge flooded into my head.

"Huh?"

A weird voice echoed in my head.

What the hell? Was the Ancient Legacy the Akashic Record?

Felt like I'd shoved something strange into my brain. Should I pull it out right now?

"Fuck!"

Cursing up a storm, I eagerly looked into what the Akashic Record was.

It contained all records of the universe and humanity. Some kind of super-dimensional information repository. It could even reveal future events.

Wiki stuff, so who knows how accurate it was compared to the real thing.

Time to test it right now.

This world was similar to the one I knew, so the web novel platforms were the same.

Novels I'd read there continued here too. What if I could peek at this story's ending ahead of time?

No need to pay—pure honey.

"Wait, fuck no."

And just like that, I got spoiled on all the popular paid novels via the Akashic Record.

It even slammed the full endings straight into my brain. My head was spinning; I thought I'd go mad.

If not for Parallel Circuits, my head would've exploded already.

Come to think of it, I'd wondered why my status window wasn't showing.

"Can you tell me why I can't see my status window?"

"Pass."

The dumbass Akashic Record, not getting the hint, dumped the unfiltered memory of the ancients' downfall into my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head again.

Surprisingly, those ancients were otherworlders like the fake elf, and their world had drawn the gods' wrath by developing the Akashic Record, violating causality.

In the end, the ancients implanted the Akashic Record into a robot in a space like Noah's Ark.

Right. That was the boss in Mecha Land.

Those ancients were really pitiful. They were quite the lookers too.

Their world perished, and during Earth's Great Cataclysm, Mecha Land—where the Akashic Record slept—emerged as a dungeon.

"So why can't I see my status window?"

In short, no way to see my status window, so enjoy ancient history instead.

"No answer, huh."

Even Lee Yoo-jeong probably couldn't peek at my status window now.

Come to think of it, Geum Tae-yang said he read web novels when bored.

At first, I thought he was just bullshitting to build favor with me, but he had a pretty constructive hobby.

So, I decided to take it out on Geum Tae-yang.

Yoo Eun-ha: In 'I Became a Ghost at the Academy,' next chapter the protagonist ghost gets found out by the original protagonist.

NTR Expert Actor: Huh? Excuse me?

Yoo Eun-ha: Shh.

Ah, the thrill of spoiling never gets old.

The Akashic Record didn't hold perfectly precise knowledge either.

Since it could alter the future, events with multiple possibilities—like Schrödinger's cat—had unclear futures.

Annoyingly, nothing came up about me or my allies' futures.

Choi Si-woo only showed his original story history. No mention of his regression.

And for the knowledge I really wanted, my head throbbed like it was splitting, so I couldn't access it.

"You said you can see the future, but I can't see shit."

To be precise, it only showed the original future. Not how this world ends with me alive in it.

But enduring hammer-to-the-head pain, I did learn one thing.

The Black God Cult's raid would start within the next week.

Yeah. The event where I die.

But the future where I die wasn't visible.

Just pitch black.

"Is it because I'm supposed to die originally? Or some other reason?"

My rep at the academy was so-so.

On anonymous boards, my fans were all lily girls. But in person, plenty envied me.

Still, not as bad as Choi Si-woo. He got hassle every other day.

This was the villainess event.

Cadets acting as event bosses to grow Choi Si-woo—brainwashed by Black God Cult or infiltrators raised by them since childhood.

"Did Choi Si-woo catch more Black God Cult brainwashing victims again?"

"The school nurse was a villain too?"

"As expected of a Divine Sword user. Taking down villains in one go."

Choi Si-woo getting hyped daily.

True to the original.

We sometimes raided dungeons together. As a regressor, he cleared them smoothly.

Thanks to him, normie me was wrecked.

"Fucking regressor thinks I'm regressed too."

My head throbbed.

Handling everything without me noticing—protagonist perks, I guess.

Lately, though, he was acting a bit girly.

His look shifting from fresh boy to fresh girl.

What was his deal?

Catching villains himself then reporting to me—made me question his sanity.

"But the school nurse going down that easy?"

No matter how I looked, Choi Si-woo was twisting the original himself. Weird.

If he regressed, how badly did he screw up to rush like this?

One clear thing: the idiot was trying to win my favor.

Honestly? Face-wise, not bad. But no dice. Still carried his old man vibes.

Or maybe building up.

Warning about Black God Cult raids or whatever.

So he'd preemptively purge active villains.

Worrying when the Black God Cult event would hit, Hunter World History class started.

"During the Great Cataclysm, evil dragons appeared worldwide. Even the superpower America couldn't stop them. Anyone know the casualties?"

"Over a billion from the evil dragons alone."

"Correct. We call this one Azidahaka. It ravaged human lands with magic and breath until awakeners rose against the gates, suffering massive losses."

"What happened to Azidahaka?"

"It last appeared in China as a nun, sowing chaos without lifting a hand, making people kill each other. Survivors said it muttered something, got bored of killing, and vanished. Last record describes a white-haired beautiful girl. Oh, right—our class has a white-hair too, doesn't it?"

That Blazing Bat bitch. Always poking fun.

"I had black hair pre-awakening, so zip it."

"Ahem. Anyway, Azidahaka wasn't the only worst-case monster. Britain's 'Traitor Lancelot,' China's 'Yellow Dragon,' Japan's 'Chaos Oni,' and more."

In this world, national history was gone; we studied world history. Korean history long forgotten.

Post-Cataclysm records overshadowed ancient history, shifting from science to magic civilization.

In the prequel, Lancelot, Yellow Dragon, and Chaos Oni were like the Four Heavenly Kings.

Yoo Jin-seok took them all down.

In this sequel, the Seven Deadly Sins filled those shoes. Question was how far Choi Si-woo could go.

"Oh, and as you know, the team battle's coming. Teams of five. Figure it out yourselves. Can form within class or pick from first-years if no friends. Date's on the board. Submit roster to me by then."

"Five-man team battle. Great."

The event was upon us.

Originally, the Yoo Eun-ha raid happened at another event. Probably this one.

Timing matched perfectly with when she dies in the novel.

Hoping Choi Si-woo's rampage kept the raid away.

Should I sit it out?

This team battle tested national hunter levels. Wouldn't affect my future hunter status anyway.

Better to hole up at home till it ended.

"Anyone wanna team with me?"

"Secret friends with Uncle?"

World History ended, and the popular kids started forming teams.

In the original, the protagonist's dignity shone in team recruitment.

Reina and Han Su-ji begged even other-class cadets to join, but Choi Si-woo pulled them away, naturally forming a team.

Thugs picked a fight over snatching the pretty girls, got wrecked.

"Yoo Eun-ha."

"Huh?"

I was face-planting into my desk hard enough to kiss it when Han Su-ji called.

"Aren't we slacking too much?"

"Yeah. Gotta recruit teammates."

"Huh?"

"We just need one more. Stop spacing out."

Not just Han Su-ji—Reina too. They were forcing me onto their team.

Oh heavens. Too much pressure for an early dropout heroine.

"Why am I decided to be on your team?"

"Why? We've always been together."

Did they swear brotherhood without me? Galaxy-less Galaxy Peach Oath?

Wanted to argue, but held back.

They weren't the type to listen anyway. One day, I'd spank them good.

Fine. In for a penny. But one more?

"One more? Who's the fifth?"

"Choi Si-woo."

"He's the leader? Rotten harem bastard. This is his ploy to drag me in."

"You're the leader?"

"?"

Why me?