Eunkwang-gu district office of National Assembly member Seong Guk-eon.

This was a space designed like a book café so that local residents can easily come and submit their complaints. The most striking thing was the glass wall with lots of Post-it notes left behind by Seong Guk-eon’s supporters.

Beyond the wall, there he was, looking at Seong Guk-eon, who was being greeted by the local constituency aides.

“Sir, you come here often these days. You didn’t come to the office in Eunkwang-gu.”

“Yeah, it seems that the frequency of attacking the other world has decreased compared to last year.”

“Didn’t Moo-young write his resignation when he played for three days in a row?”

“Ah, that… I actually went right before my resignation was repaired.”

On the other hand, Seong Guk-eon listened to the stories of all citizens with a smile through the glass wall.

He had taken the place of the greatest contributor in countless foreign invasions, and he had a warm appearance that was not at all similar to the ‘unparalleled language’ who suppressed the siege of the National Assembly alone.

“Ah, did you make up with Moo-young? You said that you fought again during the last time you attacked the other world.”

“Huh. You didn’t get hurt this time, so I think you reconciled quite quickly.”

Soon after speaking with the citizens, Seong Guk-eon opened the glass door and came in. The staff automatically greeted him upon seeing him.

“Hello, Senator.”

“Please come this way, Senator.”

In the meantime, Seong Guk-eon was on the phone to see if there were any incoming calls. After waving his hand and answering the staff’s greetings with only an upturned mouth, he went straight into his personal office.

Shhh.

Even after the automatic door was closed, Seong Guk-eon asked about the other person’s wellbeing for a few minutes.

He couldn’t help but wonder if the other person was worried about Seong Guk-eon, but he replied many times that his body was fine and that there was no problem with his health.

“Yes. Then, we will get back to you.”

At the end of a long call, Jeon Moo-young, Seong Guk-eon’s chief aide and bodyguard, stood before him. He had also been a junior at the same school.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s fine. Who were you talking to?”

“The great hero, the old man, Song Man-seok.”

“Ah… you did say you were close to your grandfather.”

“Huh. Say hi for me the next time you see him.”

Seong Guk-eon had lost his grandfather before he was born. Song Man-seok had treated Seong Guk-eon just like his own grandson. This made Guk-eon smile with a childlike expression.

Even though he thought that this particular expression did not suit Seong Guk-eon’s features, Jeon Moo-young still couldn’t help but feel good deep inside.

‘If I take a picture of him like this and release it to the public, I think his approval rating will definitely go up.’

Could it possibly be used during the next general election? With that thought in mind, Jeon Moo-young held out a pile of documents.

“This is the Eungwang High Scool material that you’ve requested. Everything was printed on paper.”

“Yeah, it was pretty hard.”

“There were more than four requests for data this month for Eungwang High. The Eungwang side may protest.”

“Hahaha! Do it or not, the choice is up to you.”

Seong Guk-eon smiled cheerfully, but there was a sharp edge in his eyes as he checked the documents. There was something about Eungwang High with Jinjok among the board of directors and foundation staff.

Was it because Seong Guk-eon did not believe in the Jin people and their descendants?

After the Hwanmong gate incident, Seong Guk-eon used to check the statistics of Eungwang.

‘I think there must be something you haven’t told me. I’ll tell you one day.’

With this, Seong Guk-eon checked all the documents in a short time.

He put the pile of papers into the shredder and spoke out as if he couldn’t find anything more than a star.

“Is there any schedule for tomorrow evening? If not, let’s go eat lunch together with my juniors. Siwan will also come.”

“If you are a junior, are you talking about some sort of unknown supernova?”

“Okay. I need to buy some food for my juniors who’re struggling between the Jin family and their descendants.”

Seong Guk-eon said this while staring at Eungwang High that could be seen in the distance right outside the window.

“I have something I want to ask you.”

This world after the collision of different worlds.

Although the concept of the world I was in was a little bit different, religion existed.

‘Because there is a ‘god’ called a higher being.’

Most of the higher beings allowed heresy under the tacit agreement after the conflict between the other worlds.

However, pseudo-religious groups that borrowed my name and authority to carry out businesses that had been thoroughly excluded.

‘After the clash of different worlds, a group of fanatics waged wars with pseudo groups several times.’

Cultists had won numerous crusades thanks to the protection of higher beings, as well as the support of their factions.

And still, fearless pseudo-groups existed.

Thanks to that, the phrase ‘Do you know the Tao’ used by cultists, multi-level traders, and general merchants in the world I was in was also used here.

Tak Do-in, who understood Maeng Hyo-don’s words, stuttered as to whether the remedy was as famous as the phrase.

“Dorani! Uh-huh, it’s really not like that! I… I…!”

Tak Do-in acted all shy as he laughed. He had probably realized how suspicious he looked.

‘Early in the morning, wearing a hanbok and holding a high school student. The scene before me’s quite clear, so who’s to stop me from feeling suspicious?’

I was debating whether or not to call either the Eun Ads security team or the homeroom teacher Ham Geun Hyeong when…

“What happened?! Stay away from the students!”

A small, shrill voice resonated from the venue. This turned out to belong to Ma Jin-seung, who was a sophomore in the leadership team.

He was a playable character who was unilaterally burning a rivalry with Yeom Jun-yeol.

“Hey, Ma Jin-seung, who’s calling you?”

“Ah, call the student council. Junyeoul might be coming.”

“The leadership team is in charge of the school gate guidance, so I contacted them.”

“Oh, what? Then, let’s call the student council right now.”

“Yes, call them now. Summon the Red Dragon!”

Ma Jin-seung’s argument against Yeom Jun-yeoul had robbed him several times, probably because he was already famous, even in his freshman year.

Ma Jin-seung’s reputation and popularity, meanwhile, could be found at the bottom.

Still, it was like my character’s role to do his job without paying much attention to what was happening to the outfield.

While there was a barrage of words between Tak Do-in and Ma Jin-seung, it could be seen that Maeng Hyo-don, who had been stuck in the middle, was figuring out the right time to explode.

“Jin-seung-ah, what’re you doing?”

A person wearing a student council badge then appeared. However, he was not who the students were expecting to see.

“Huh? Who is Hongryong-sunbaenim?”

“No…”

“So they failed to summon the Red Dragon…”

Kwak Kyung-gu was the type of person who would look like a teacher, except he was wearing a school uniform.

Meanwhile, Ma Jin-seung promptly spoke to him. “This guy can’t pay his nightly wages, and he’s holding a first-year student whilst trying to spread a cult. Let’s get him!”

“What does Inum mean? I don’t even believe in God!”

There were people in my class who were not able to pay for their nights, even if they were several times older than the Turd Do-in.

Kwak Kyung-gu, who recognized Tak Do-in, greeted him in a prompt manner.

“Oh, Grandpa Tak! Good morning. What are you doing here?”

“What?! I’m not even a few years older than your father, so why?!”

“Your father told me to call you that.”

“Mr. Kwak, that guy…!”

Tak Do-in clacked his teeth together, but in the end, Kwak Kyung-gu persuaded him to move on.

Tak Do-in, who looked at Maeng Hyo-don with eyes full of regret, shouted, “Do you have a business card? Contact us!”

“Grandpa Tak, please go as quickly as you can.”

Maeng Hyo-don sighed as he looked at Tak Do-in, who was currently being dragged by Ma Jin-seung and Kwak Kyung-gu.

“Are you okay?”

“…Uh…”

Maeng Hyo-don with a face that looked as if he lost his soul, despite my questions. Before I entered the classroom, I thought about stopping by the canteen and getting something to eat.

“Oh, it’s already been sorted out. Grandpa Tak’s already gone,” Joo Soo-hyuk told me.

“Hey, why the hell is that a grandpa? Why’re you coming to school?”

“Grandpa Tak is an honorary teacher in Eungwang High. You must have obtained a regular entry permit.”

“An honorary teacher? What else is that?”

“This is a bit too long to explain…”

Joo Soo-hyuk briefly recounted Tak Do-in’s career. When he was in his twenties, Tak Do-in, who had reached the pinnacle in the player section of all martial arts competition with his bare hands.

It was said that one player’s nonsensical award-taking phenomenon caused the player division to be reduced, or even abolished. He gave him such a career, from Eungwang High School to an honorary teaching position.

‘Did that Tak Do-in have such a career?’

At this time, players were generally prohibited from participating in sports competitions, and there weren’t many competitions that had a separate player section.

It may not be the only cause in this particular situation, but the fact that Tak Do-in was great had definitely not changed.

“Grandpa Tak doesn’t have any students yet…. Hyodon must have liked it.”

“You have no disciples when you treat me like that?”

“Hahaha, is that so?”

The reason Tak Do-in didn’t have any pupils was because he already had a high level of vision. From what I had heard, it seemed that Tak Do-in once suggested that Joo Soo-hyuk also became a disciple.

Joo Soo-hyuk, who had already learned the dual swords from Master Kwak, refused.

‘If you’re not like Joo Soo-hyeok or Maeng Hyo-don, you won’t be full.’

There were still a lot of people queuing to be accepted as disciples.

He was then treated as a pseudo-doman by no one other than Maeng Hyo-don, throwing his pride and clinging to it. He then nodded at the high gaze of Tak Do-in.

‘This teacher is excellent, but special education will be needed in order to make use of Maeng Hyo-don’s skills.’

Even in the game, the whole process of acquiring Maeng Hyo-don’s derived skills proved to be very difficult. At that time, I had to spend a lot of time repeating individual training, and I had to go through a lot of trial and error.

‘If you use the method you used in the game, Maeng Hyo-don won’t even be able to get derivative skills, even when he gets to high school. Although he’s already strong even without any derived skills… Considering the future events, it would be far better to get them.’

If you had a teacher who was at the level of turbidity, you would definitely be able to greatly reduce time and effort.

The problem was Maeng Hyo-don’s will…

“I think Grandpa Tak was a little nervous because he didn’t have a student for a long time. I’m not a bad person, so please think this through carefully.”

“Okay, then.”

Fortunately, Joo Soo-hyuk’s words seemed to change Maeng Hyo-don’s thoughts in a more positive direction. He was still a little shaky, however.

As soon as he entered the Year 1 Class – classroom, Hyo-don Maeng suffered from a barrage of questions. Any rumors about Maeng Hyo-don received an offer to join a pseudo-religion by Wen Do-in was all because of money.

“Hyo-don, you can’t possibly be a fake!”

“Right. This is a place to name especially famous higher beings! The Jins might come after you!”

“Yeah! There are even higher beings who can cast curses through the Jin people!”

“Hahaha!”

When Yuri Kim, Lena Kwon, and Saeum raised their voices, Hyo-don began to hear the stories with the same, soulless expression.

Hwang Ji-ho, who knew the identity of Tak Do-in, smiled cheerfully from his place next to him.

“If there’s a person who’s arrogant in his new role, or does business while mentioning the name of a god, I would definitely do the same.”

Hwang Jiho muttered with a smirk and began to lower his voice. “I see you’ve eaten today.”

As I sat down, Jiho Hwang checked whether he ate the tasteless elixir today or not. I didn’t know how, but since it was an elixir of the Deer clan, it would be safe to assume that the remnants of a special psychic group would remain.

‘After all, I’m not tired.’

Yesterday, I had quite the rough fight with Baekho. However, it still seemed as if the elixir was as effective as it was tasteless.

“I wonder what the elixir works for? You’ll know naturally after you finish eating, but I can tell you now.”

Hwang Jiho asked with twinkling eyes but eventually hit the iron wall.

“No, I’m not curious.”

Hwang Jiho then made a displeased expression at my words. Han Yi, who happened to see that face, then turned bright.

“I think Hwang Jiho is having bad thoughts again.”

“Look at that bastard again.”

It seemed as if Hwang Jiho’s return to fame seemed to be well-maintained.

After school.

General club hall, newspaper room.

There were a lot of boxes that were piled up in the infirmary.

“Today, the second edition of Master Zhuge Jagul’s magazine is out!”

“Oh, the appendix is the same.”

“Huh. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to find out what the brave 2nd grade 0 class will do.”

The manager and the deputy chief looked at the mountain in the distance and said, “Even so, there’re quite a few.”

In addition to magazines, it was bulky because it included a photo book, poster and sticker set, and a hardcover storage box. However, even considering that, the number of boxes was large.

As if thinking the same as me, a member of the staff asked, “But isn’t this too much? I think that it’s over a hundred books.”

“The kids in Class 0 will pay for everything, so I asked each person to pick out three books.”

“Yeah?”

“For reading, for collection, for reserve… You’ll need three.”

The majesty of Zhuge Jagul’s Jin-seung fans was extraordinary.

“I picked up more in case it isn’t enough. After all, the cost is paid by the 0 class kids. Hahaha. As a bonus, I also pulled out my share of storage.”

The manager who said that was also Zhuge-Jaegeol.

Dormitory room.

I could remember a certain juggernaut chudoli.

‘Now is the time to stop working overtime.’

I then wrote up a message.

Me Hello, Team Leader Hong Gyubin. Are you busy right now?

The message was read immediately, but it took a while for a reply to arrive.

Hong Gyubin …

Hong Gyubin Eushin, you seem to know the timing of the end of my overtime…

Hong Gyubin Yeah… What happened? I’m turning the car now. I can’t go back to the association…?

Hong Gyubin was the tone of voice that put everything down.

I took a picture of the extra Zhuge Jagul magazine that the manager had asked for and sent it to me.

Me I want to give you this. If you’re busy, can you send it by mail instead?

As soon as I sent the message, the replies started coming in at an incredible speed.

Hong Gyubin What does that mean, Eushin? By the way, I’m not busy, and I’m not tired.

Hong Gyubin Thank you for contacting me. Let’s meet right now… what do you want to eat? Just say it and I’ll buy it. Do you have something you want? There are about three VIP floors that you can go to without any reservation now. Why not meet up to think about it? Come out to the front door of the school!

As I was getting ready to go out, another message arrived.

Hong Gyubin Oh, can I get three copies of that magazine…?

I thought that Hong Gyubin also needed three books for reading, for collection, and for reserve respectively.