Episode 198: Dreaming Angel (3)
What kind of family is the Seocheon Confucian family?
They are the descendants of the warrior Eugene. They are the descendants of the warrior who drove out the Demon King’s army that attempted to invade the real world immediately after destroying this world.
They were also descendants who were proud of the fact that their ancestors had conquered a world that was on the verge of destruction and farmed items that no one could find.
After driving the Demon King’s army out of the Mariana Rift, the descendants of the warrior who overthrew the non-superhuman regime that feared him, and the governments of the United States, China, and South Korea, and opened a new era were also welcomed.
It is a secret that they belong to the family of the warrior who laid the foundation for Seocheon Confucianism by forcing numerous noble women from another world into his harem.
The Seocheon Confucian family was like this.
A family that no angel can do anything about.
If you add student council president Yoo Si-hyeon and the unidentified Four Heavenly Kings called doormen, the referee would have been caught before even meeting Yumari.
‘I know that much. ‘There is no answer in a head-to-head fight.’
A referee who works hard with his head.
It seemed like he was about to return to his appearance as a smart angel referee after a long time.
‘So I came up with a plan. A strategy that would allow me to meet Marie right away. The name of the operation is… … .’
What kind of operation is this?
What kind of operation is it that allows us to overcome all these threats and meet Yumari?
‘That operation is the ‘You can’t spit in the smiling angel’s face’ operation!’
… After all, the referee was the referee.
‘Honestly, it’s a shameful thing to say, but my smile is enjoyed by people of all ages and genders.’
He breaks through the crowd with an angelic smile that appeals to people of all ages and genders. And then he confidently walks past the Seocheon Confucian people and talks to Yumari.
‘And you’re not going to subdue me in front of all those people. Because they have respect too.’
This was the referee’s wish.
Would a strong person like Xichuan Confucianism really care about face?
Or is there absolutely no ability to deceive the public?
The questions continued to increase.
But as Professor Jin-ho Park said.
Some questions didn’t need an answer.
“Hero, damn it, I can’t see your face very well!”
“He’s a warrior. “The warrior saw me!”
The referee steeled his resolve and entered the New Seoul Plaza as a special angel.
“I’ll pass by!”
“Kwaang!”
“A thousand, it turns into an angel sandwich… … !”
… I think becoming a spleen angel will come a little later.
* * *
“Heh, heh.”
The referee barely got close to the podium. I was pushed around by the crowd like a lost object washed up by the waves and could barely hold on to the edge of the podium.
But getting through the crowd was only the first hurdle.
The second gateway is… … .
‘I think all the popular guild flags have been gathered together.’
From the white Taegeuk on a green background, Hanshin, the guild of Academy Vice President Koo Koo-hyeok, to the huge gold U-shaped emblem, to the large multinational guild called Ultra and the flags of numerous unrecognizable guilds.
It looked like a collection of all the guilds in the world.
‘The power is great.’
What would happen if the referee jumped onto that podium? If you’re lucky, you’ll be treated as a fanatic of the hero, beaten like a dog, and kicked out. If you’re unlucky, you’ll be labeled as a spy for the Demon King’s army and dragged into a secret room like a dog.
Of course, the referee’s strength would be enough to subdue them.
‘If that happens, I will become an enemy of the martial arts world, no, an enemy of humanity, and I will be chased.’
Are we going to have a fight with the warriors gathered here?
At that moment, the referee will become the enemy of the warrior and the enemy of humanity, and will be subdued by the superhumans and taken to Seocheon Confucianism.
What happens next?
‘Either you are dragged to the Demon King’s realm, or you are manipulated by the Seocheon Confucius… … .’
Both were endings that should not have happened.
‘Shall we hide in there? If it’s my power… … .’
I didn’t know that if I had the power to walk through the night as an angel, I might be able to get closer to Marie. but… … .
‘The power cannot be used unless it is truly dangerous.’
A gradually growing dark nightmare and a cold, cold life. Something that will never end as the devil said.
‘Angel power is not enough just to suppress corruption. If I were to use any of my powers… … .’
An angel who looked similar to the referee, only with black hair and red eyes, was smiling from afar.
Gulp – the referee swallowed dry saliva.
He is an angel who cannot use his powers. It’s not a children’s fairy tale, so would an angel like this be useful? Without the wings to prove that he is an angel and without the power of heaven, isn’t the referee just a handsome boy who looks like an angel?
‘No, I still…’ … .’
+But what? No, the referee was just a bomb. A time bomb with a ticking clock, a missile aiming at the most unfortunate target and exploding in the most brutal way.
Why on earth do you keep holding on until it explodes at some point?
Was it so unfair that you had to hold back your tears on the sofa alone?
huh? Answer me, my referee.+
The devil’s whisper heard in my heart. The referee remained silent in response to the whisper. No, he could only remain silent.
Laffrey was like that.
Like a child who lost his parents, he started to fidget little by little, and his big eyes were filled with anxiety. Unfinished words lingered at the tip of her tongue, and unfinished sign language lingered at the tip of her fingers.
‘It shouldn’t be shaken.’
And the referee’s shoulders shook.
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“I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
Because someone grabbed the referee’s shoulder. The man holding the referee’s shoulder was wearing a Guild Ultra uniform.
The man, with blond hair and blue eyes, but spoke fluent Korean, was looking at the referee with pitiful eyes.
“Me? “Aren’t you mistaken?”
“no. Well, come up first. “Don’t stand there like a lost child.”
In that way, the referee was able to easily climb onto the podium.
‘what? ‘So easy?’
The referee tilted his head at the sudden situation.
“Director, thank you for your hard work.”
“Okay, good luck.”
A man receiving salutes from other Ultra Guild members. This man was probably an executive at Ultra.
‘A blond-haired, blue-eyed man who speaks Korean well? There’s no way I could have forgotten such an unusual person?’
However, no matter how much the referee thought about it, he could not recall this man’s face. At that moment, the man looked at the referee with a grin.
“This is my first time seeing you like this. You are the referee, right? “The boy who scolded Rainmaker and saved him.”
“Uh, uh. Do you know Rainmaker?”
“huh. “Thanks to you, I found out.”
Rainmaker, an arrogant genius alchemist, I met when I went to the department store with Soya. At that time, the referee had one request to Rainmaker.
“You told Rainmaker to help three people, right? And I told those three people to help the other three people.”
A terrifying multi-level system that is truly demonic, or even angelic, in which good deeds spread to the power of three. How much angel power was earned through that system? You must have forgotten that fact.
“Yes, I’ve said that before.”
“Thanks to you, I survived. I was stuck to death with my teammates while blocking the rift, but Rainmaker saved us. Even though it’s a hostile guild.”
The man scratches his head as if embarrassed, and then continues talking again.
“When I said thank you, Rainmaker told me to leave the gratitude to you. Well, it just so happened that we met like this.”
“Well, that’s right. “Is there such a coincidence?”
“thanks. Thanks to you, I survived. “You came to see the hero too, right?”
“yes yes!”
The man smiled and pointed with his finger to the door with ‘No entry permitted except for authorized personnel’ written on it.
“I’ll let you see me even if it’s a long way away. “Well, I won’t be able to talk about it, but I will be able to see you closer than other people.”
“yes. thank you.”
“Thank you. “I am truly grateful.”
The referee easily entered the podium guarded by the guild union. The referee himself was dumbfounded by the fact that he had broken through this gate without any authority.
The next gateway is the Xichuan Confucian family of bannermen and guards… … .
“Wait a minute, honey, did you stop by the Superhuman Management Bureau headquarters last year?”
A woman muttered as she looked at the referee.
It was a woman dressed in a black suit. Even though she appeared to be barely over twenty, the armband on her shoulder indicated that she was a high-ranking official among the Xichuan Yuga guards.
“Yes, I stopped by… There is… … ?”
There was a time when I stopped by and played a game. Because of his criminal record, he was a referee who could not speak confidently.
“I see. also.”
The woman muttered again, unable to hide her surprise.
“You are the angelic girl who saved my sister. “You can really recognize it just by looking at it.”
“It’s a boy, not a girl!”
The referee screamed loudly.
* * *
If karma, called destiny, exists, shouldn’t something called destiny also exist? The referee once had such a question.
And the referee was feeling to some extent that it was fate.
“Ah, that girl at that time was my younger sister. “Then she is the girl who entered the Central Superhuman Academy?”
“Yes, she is my proud little sister.”
A woman who can’t hide her pride.
The referee looked at that with a warm expression.
“When I was taking the entrance exam to Seocheon Confucianism, I went to the Superhuman Management Bureau alone. But I never thought those bastards from the Superhuman Management Bureau would do something like that.”
The woman laughed, muttering bloodily, ‘If it weren’t for you, I would kill everyone.’
“I knew that the world was harsh on children without parents or support, but isn’t that really too much?”
“Yes. “This world is so crazy.”
“Still, I was really lucky to have you. If it weren’t for you… … .”
And immediately the woman bursts into tears.
The referee looked at the woman without saying anything.
“No, no. I met my benefactor, but I shouldn’t be crying or crying. “Why did you come here?”
“I want to see the hero Yumari.”
“I should say, ‘I want to see Hero Yumari.’ Uhm, this is something I have to get permission for as well. hmm.”
“Then can you just ask me? “Marie’s best friend, the referee, is waiting.”
“The warrior’s best friend?”
A woman whose gaze suddenly changes towards the referee.
“Well, it was a little strange that he overturned the Central Management Bureau without hesitation. How can someone so high up restrain himself?”
“no. “Just pass the word on to the warrior.”
“Uh, yes. I understand for now.”
And just like that, the woman wearing the armband left.
Guild members moving noisily and spectators cheering from afar. Even in this noisy situation, the referee felt calm.
A useless angel with no wings or powers.
But fate guided the way even for such an angel.
“Karma is shining.”
A small light that is so weak compared to the darkness that covers the world, but seems to shine even brighter.
The referee could feel the light.
At that moment, my own name was heard from far away.
“Referee!”
“yes!”
“The hero said he wanted to see it! come fast!”
In this way, the referee was able to enter the VIP room where the warrior was resting.
And the person waiting for the referee in that room is… … .
“Hello, long time no see?”
“… “Student President.”
A girl who anyone can tell is Marie and her sister.
The only difference is that it has no horns and is a little taller.
And that girl who always has a suspicious smile.
The girl’s name is Yoo Si-hyeon. He was the head of the Seocheon Confucian family and the student council president of the Central Academy.
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