Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Good for Everyone
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"So annoying."
Bang! Crash! Thud!!
The single remark echoing through the quiet office sent everyone around her tumbling to the floor.
Not just one person. Three.
All three of her aides collapsed.
It wasn't some kind of superpower. They had simply toppled over in shock. Her words were that shocking.
"I'm annoyed. What the hell is this?"
She kicked lightly at the papers scattered haphazardly across the floor. They had overflowed from the desk, which no longer had any space left.
The stack was already taller than her, suffocating in its height. Peeking out miserably from between the piles, she looked on the verge of tears.
"Director, even so, the sooner you get through them..."
"I know. I know already."
Director.
The founder of Justitia, revered by all. One of the world's mere five grand archmages, and the human who contributed the most to creating this artificial island.
Everyone present knew exactly what that meant.
If she decided to vent her frustration for real, the entire area would turn into a wasteland.
That's why they were so startled. The man nearby coaxed and soothed her as best he could, finally getting her to sit down.
Even then, she flopped over like a dried squid.
Merging with the desk, she pouted and flicked at the papers around her with her fingers.
"It's annoying, isn't it? Am I wrong? Why is there so much work? Make the dean do it. The dean. I'm the director. Are you kidding me right now? Kidding?!"
"It's because you're the director that you have to do it. The dean's been awake for a week straight without sleep."
"Oh. Really? That's kinda bad. If he collapses, it'll be even harder for me, so tell him to get some rest? Should I go cast a sleep spell on him right now?"
"He sleeps three hours a day. And that guy could go a month without sleep no problem."
Nothing more to say, then. The director clamped her mouth shut and turned her gaze forward. Rage boiled up once again.
"Does... does this make any sense?!"
"What now?"
"How many years has it been since Justitia was founded?"
"Twenty?"
"It's the twenty-first this year!!"
No idea what she wanted, but the man nodded without showing it.
"And events that happen once a year are piling up back-to-back? Does that make sense?"
And!! As she shouted the same thing while waving papers, her hand held photos of one man and one woman.
A black-haired guy grinning obnoxiously for the camera.
A beaming blonde girl making a V-sign in her ID photo.
"Why are these two involved in every single incident?! Even the dungeon experience ended because these kids found a hidden stage!!"
Screaming like "Aaaargh!!", the director wailed uncontrollably. Her aides could no longer hold her back and simply watched.
I can't forgive these punks!! she ranted, jumping around in fury, until she suddenly calmed down.
As if she'd realized something.
"Hey."
"Yes."
"If incidents keep happening..."
Her eyes were deadly serious as she said it.
"...shouldn't we just eliminate the cause?"
What nonsense is this? No clue. The man didn't respond, but the director answered herself.
"Kill that damn brat!! Or shut down Justitia!!"
We have to go with the latter, no matter what.
The man vowed firmly.
"Ah~"
"Not eating."
"Hey now. Eat up quick. Or should I make you open wide with Lachesis and chew?"
"...."
I obediently opened my mouth. Good thing my jaw still worked. Dodged the humiliation of someone else moving it for me.
Staring meekly at the spoonful coming my way, I recalled Raphael's earlier explanation.
I'd been moved here after passing out. The VVIP room at the hospital from the reaper incident. Isia covered the bill.
Since we found the hidden stage, the dungeon experience was shut down. Under investigation now.
And currently...
Everyone left because I hadn't woken by the next day. They'll come when I can move tomorrow.
The one feeding me had nowhere to go, pretended to head home, then came back.
That sums it up. As I tried to nod, something touched my mouth.
A hot yet soft sensation. Like steaming porridge fresh off the stove—
"Hot!!"
"Ah~, dodging makes it hurt more~"
"Gah!! Hngh!! Hoo!! Hahaha!!!!"
"No idea what you're saying. Finish it all. Dodging makes it hotter~"
You're enjoying this, aren't you?! I resisted as much as I could, but beating someone stronger than me with just my mouth was impossible, even with all my strength.
I writhed inwardly from the heat while swallowing the porridge. It burned like hell at first, but rolling it around made it edible.
"Tch."
Look at her, disappointed. Wanted to flick her forehead, but my body wouldn't move.
Come to think of it, this angel deserves some divine punishment.
"Raphael."
"Yes?"
"Look forward to tomorrow."
I'll show you hell. That's what I meant. I'd gained mana now.
Status up a notch each, and magic power at (Medium), no less.
I said it meaningfully, but Raphael's reaction was lukewarm.
She narrowed her eyes with a can-you-really? look.
And approached slowly.
"You sure you should say that now?"
Oh right. My body won't move. Raphael scooped up more porridge.
"Wait."
I blocked one spoonful. Steam rising visibly.
"Wait. Hold on. Let's talk this out. We're civilized 21st-century folks, right? Right?"
"I was born BC."
Oh crap!!
Wanted to slap my forehead, but body won't move!
"Wait, then you just called yourself gran—"
Splat—!!
Hot porridge shoved into my mouth. Shut up and eat, probably. But unlike before, this full spoonful was insanely hot.
"—!!!!!!!!!!"
Experiencing firsthand that pain shuts you up completely.
But it didn't end there. After dumping porridge in my mouth, Raphael added the next one.
Even topped it with kimchi. How thoughtful.
I desperately turned my head. Body immobile, but neck worked fine.
Please, no.
"Gotta eat well to recover quick?"
"Hngh hick hah hoohi!!"
"Can't hear you."
Shoved it in so I couldn't talk. At least let it cool!!
My cries sadly drowned in porridge. The rush ended only after my mouth's roof blistered and the bowl emptied.
Forced to finish, I imagined the hell I'd unleash on Raphael.
But the real torture was just beginning.
"Stop."
"Look at that. Fun, right?"
"Stop!!"
Didn't want to see, but couldn't turn away. The twisted screen before me was that cruel.
"White stones are winning. See? Fun? The reversal from here is the essence of go—"
"Stop!!"
Never played go in my life. Only white-haired grandpas watch this stuff.
Look at Lachesis. Already asleep. Already!!
"Over there, black stones—"
"Gaaah!! Don't wanna hear it!!"
And not just that.
"Seong-hoon, it's chilly here. I'll tuck you in."
Not just that either.
"Look at this. Ramen on a whole other level from that undercooked porridge you just had—!!"
She even pulled my wallet from my original clothes for the torment. No choice. It was natural for these words to escape me.
It was that brutal a torture.
"I surrender."
"What? Can't hear~"
"I surrender!!"
"Hahaha!! Too late now~! Promise me. In the name of the dragon. No revenge on me tomorrow!!"
Raphael climbed onto my bed, propped her feet on the railing, striking a victory pose.
Infuriating, but helpless. If I acted now, it'd be another hour of go hell—
Tears in my eyes, I started to nod.
Then I saw it. Not the damn blonde victory poser, but the nurse checking on me.
She entered with her chart, saw us, gave a pitiful look, and left.
"Come on!! Hurry up!!"
Ah. Let's erase this from my brain.
Best if no one saw.
Raphael must be bored tormenting me. Now sitting by my side, fiddling with her phone.
Told her to sit down there, but she insists the bed's fluffier, sprawling across it.
Gonna kick me out later and hog the bed while I sleep?
Ignoring the angel swinging her feet in the air while on her phone. Time to check the flood of blue windows I'd ignored earlier.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Nothing. Never mind."
I'd done something seriously dangerous. Blinking in surprise, I kept staring at the blue windows. Over half were stacked [Dragon's Blessing has modified the circuit.]
Didn't take long to figure it out.
Without Benia, I would've botched the circuit, ended up crippled, or dead.
She even intervened directly at the end out of frustration.
Silently thanking Benia, I willed the windows away with a chin flick. They scrolled.
"Whoa."
Death Reaper purification complete too. Windows about mana-infused Death Reaper popped up.
I swept them aside and spoke up.
"Benia. You awake?"
"That woman woke up? Look at her. Should've said thanks before crashing!!"
Raphael clung to my shoulder, yelling into the air. Loud.
Wanted to shove her face away. Never realized immobility sucked this much.
No reply. Asleep?
"Seems asleep?"
"Really? Tch."
Hmm. I nodded my chin and tidied inventory. I'll thank her when she wakes.
Anyway, my focus shifted.
To [Levathan] and [Death Reaper].
What happens when these enter inventory for enhancement?
Mythical, legendary weapons, no less.
Maybe spewing unquenchable black flames, cleaving mountains with a swing?
"Doubt it, whatever it is."
"No. I'm right this time."
"Hmph."
For real.
Deep into the night.
Lee Seong-hoon, fast asleep, failed to notice the blue window floating before his eyes.