I Am Kid G
“I am Kid G.”
“!!!”
At my confession, Eun Seol’s eyes went wide.
But only for a moment. She quickly put on her Valkyrie face and grabbed hold of me.
“Is that so? How kind of you to confess. You’re coming with me to the Union right now. You’ll need to come clean about everything you’ve stolen, and you’d better get ready for prison.”
“But do you have evidence?”
“...What?”
“Evidence. Even an S-class hero can’t haul someone in without solid proof unless they’re caught in the act. I’m assuming you have that kind of evidence, which is why you’re saying all this?”
Eun Seol flared up and pointed at my cast-wrapped arm.
“Then what about that arm?! It’s in the exact same place you got hit by debris last night before you ran!”
“This? I fell down the subway stairs yesterday.”
My blatant shamelessness turned her face beet red, and she muttered under her breath.
“A thief who’s already got every escape route covered…”
“I’m a thief, so of course I’ve covered my escape routes. Are you stupid?”
“Y-you think I can’t bring evidence if you ask for it?!”
“Yes. You strike me as far too rigid and closed-minded to pull something like that off.”
Having come to arrest me only to leave empty-handed—and thoroughly provoked—Eun Seol trembled with fury and jabbed a finger at me.
“You stay right there! I’ll be back with evidence soon enough!”
With that, she took off at tremendous speed in some direction or other.
I watched the spot she’d vacated for a moment, then scratched my head.
“Class is about to start. Is ‘wait here’ even an option?”
I left and headed for the lecture hall.
Seoul Hero Academy had excellent facilities. Large TVs stood along the corridors like something out of a train station, broadcasting all kinds of news.
Next came street interviews with ordinary citizens.
The story was about me—Kid G—and how my villain rank had been raised to B-class.
The well-off, the so-called establishment who were mainly my targets, welcomed the Hero Union’s decision to elevate my rank. The public, on the other hand, was split down the middle.
Then the anchor reappeared on screen.
The students barely glanced at the TVs, showing little interest in the news, and went their separate ways.
Word of a new villain popping up came out several times a week. And since none of them were actual heroes yet, it hardly hit home.
I found the lecture hall and took a seat. Not long after, the professor came in and introduced himself.
“Ah… Hello, everyone. I’m Lee Jinsu, and I’ll be teaching Heroes and Villains Studies.”
Polite, perfunctory applause followed.
“First, let’s take attendance. Kang Ji-in?”
“Here.”
Attendance continued until Professor Lee called Eun Seol’s name.
“Eun Seol?”
“......”
“Is Eun Seol not here?”
Confirming her absence, the professor moved on to the next name.
“...Lee Yechan?”
“Here.”
I raised my hand for attendance, and the professor went on calling the rest of the students without much interest.
About fifteen minutes after attendance ended and class had begun, the back door of the lecture hall suddenly flew open and someone burst in at a run.
The professor and every student turned to look. Standing there, gasping for breath, was a long-haired black-haired goddess with an extraordinary face and figure.
Some of the male students let out involuntary gasps of admiration, while most of the female students raked her up and down with eyes full of envy and jealousy.
Professor Lee looked at her indifferently and asked,
“Name?”
“Huff… huff… E-Eun Seol.”
“Take a seat.”
The professor made a note on the roster. Late on the very first day of Heroes and Villains Studies—one of Seoul Hero Academy’s core major courses—Eun Seol’s face flushed red as she scanned the room for an empty seat.
And by pure coincidence, the nearest open seat was right next to mine.
The moment she spotted me, that pretty face twisted into something almost demonic. She stomped over and dropped into the chair beside me, seething.
Then, in a low voice too quiet for the professor to hear, she hissed,
“You bastard. I told you to stay put, and you ran off again?”
“I do have to attend class. Some of us can’t just skip lectures whenever we feel like playing hero.”
My gentle needling made her face go even redder—and at the same time, panic flooded her expression.
The fact that she was the hero Valkyrie was known only to a very small circle right now, mainly people within the Hero Union.
Yet I’d casually called her a hero as if I had no intention of hiding her identity at all. Eun Seol went pale with alarm and hurriedly glanced around.
A few seconds later, the panic hardened into certainty, and she fixed me with a hard stare.
“So you’re not even trying to hide it anymore? Fine. You were going on about evidence earlier, right? See me during the break.”
“Sure.”
Fifty minutes of class, then a ten-minute break.
The moment the professor said we’d pause and resume after, Eun Seol dragged me into an empty lecture hall where no one else was around.
Just the two of us inside.
Eun Seol strode up to me with total confidence and called out,
“Hey. Kid G.”
“......”
I didn’t answer. I studied her carefully instead.
Out on the street earlier, she’d been flailing around, unable to pin me down with any evidence. Now she’d gone somewhere and come back with a complete change of attitude—like a hunter who’d laid a trap and was circling her catch.
That meant she’d prepared some means of fabricating evidence against me. And there weren’t many methods you could set up in such a short time.
I looked her over carefully—and found her method so easily it almost felt unfair.
The breast pocket of her shirt, pushed out prominently by her chest.
Something was in that pocket.
A faintly dark shape that looked ready to slip out at any moment…
A recorder.
Because I hadn’t bothered hiding my identity today and had been needling her the whole time, she was planning to record the moment I admitted to being Kid G myself.
But if you’re going to do that, do it naturally. Do it so you don’t get caught. Setting the stage this blatantly—who would fall for that?
True to her nature as the justice-obsessed fool Valkyrie, she never even considered that such a direct method might be seen through. She still looked completely sure of herself.
In her mind, the second I opened my mouth, she’d have the evidence she needed to lock me up.
Come to think of it, Valkyrie had been like this in the original story too.
Even when the government and corporations reeked of corruption, she always prioritized subduing villains first, believing that was the path to justice and public order.
That rigid, closed-minded justice-obsessed fool of a Valkyrie was the perfect tool for a dirty government and dirty corporations to use.
The more she realized that every good deed she’d done for the world—every act of justice, every villain she’d put down—was never cycling back into further good, that she was only being used, the more it carved away at her heart.
And the moment that crossed a certain line, she fell fast. She became Dark Valkyrie, a murderous villain who slaughtered anyone from the government or the corporate world without discrimination.
I didn’t want the Valkyrie I liked to fall that way.
But if I left her as this rigid fool, she’d just keep being used until she snapped.
How to stop that?
By slowly, but unmistakably, making her understand that the government and corporations were not simply “the good guys”—and by burning into her that even then, there would always be someone on her side, so her heart wouldn’t break.
And that someone was me.
“Hey, Kid G. Why so quiet? You were so confident earlier when you said you were Kid G. Say it again.”
Eun Seol called out to me with absolute confidence, using a trick so shallow it was almost pathetic, somehow still believing it would work.
Honestly. She wasn’t even that stupid…
“Me? What are you talking about? When did I ever say that?”
To make sure she burned the existence of Lee Yechan into her mind, I decided to toy with her a little longer—watching her face go truly, thoroughly stupid.