Hidden Sanity at Villain School - Chapter 114



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(114)

Just because you have an important appointment, you can’t afford to neglect your daily training.

After finishing his morning training as usual, Sega washed himself in the group shower room on campus, changed into the uniform he brought, and headed to Ina’s lab.

‘The whipping technique isn’t working well. It’s almost done. What did you do back then?’

The technique I’ve been practicing intensively lately is the whip sword technique I used when fighting Isero.

He didn’t just swing it, he manipulated some magical power to create a powerful supernatural phenomenon, but it was stopped just one step away.

dripping.

“Professor Leena called.”

“Ah. Come in. Stay inside.”

Guided by the teaching assistant, I crossed the lab and headed to Ina’s private office.

“If you neglect the great battle of magic because of the great battle of people, then the subject and object will be reversed… .”

“Recently, there has been a series of terrorist attacks by the Tenshin Church in Japan… … .”

“Internet broadcasting to revamp the image of New Seoul… … .”

Ina’s lab was just as busy, if not more so, during the vacation.

It was a messy mix of her assistants, foundation staff, portrait management officials, and people from the New Seoul agencies.

“hello.”

“Oh. So Jeong Se is a student?”

“I’ll look forward to it in 3 years. Haha.”

“thank you.”

Sega greeted them one by one briefly and went into Ina’s private room.

“Professor, I will go in.”

Crunch.

Ina’s private room was as quiet as a recording booth.

On one wall, on a desk, was a computer with nine huge monitors, and the Crimson Reaper was sitting in front of it with his back straight.

Because her eyes were black, Sega thought she had her eyes closed.

The next moment, smoke rose and the whites of her eyes, which had been blackened, returned to their original white color.

“professor?”

Sega was surprised by the strange sight and called her over.

“Ah. The Sega students are here. I had to take care of something else for a bit. I killed them all, no. It’s all over, so don’t worry. I didn’t say anything.”

Ina tilted her head back and forth as if she was tired, then smiled as usual, helpless.

“Professor. What did you just say… … .”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing. I just taught the Japanese branch of the Cheonshinhwagyo a little etiquette. I heard from Jeseocheon that Sega did something similar a while ago.”

“ah.”

Sega had recently killed a believer named Daedeok of the Cheonshinhwa religion in a fortress city in the former North Korean territory.

“Even though it’s the first vacation of the first year, you’re not being frivolous and acting in accordance with the motto of Shinseoul. You’re really great. I should give you a scholarship.”

“No. It was something I had to do as a student.”

He tried to refuse the scholarship because the reality was that it was nothing more than helping Je Seo-cheon’s coup.

“… … I will continue to work even harder in the future.”

But soon he realized that this was some kind of scenario, and gave Ina the answer she wanted.

* * *

“From his entrance speech to his showmanship when he waved at reporters during the midterms, he seemed interested in making a name for himself.”

She smiled creepily and got to the point, her crimson eyes shining.

“Who wouldn’t be interested in being a hunter? I also want to put my name on the line and shoot commercials like you, Professor.”

“You saw that…? It was a long time ago. I was about the same age as the Sega students. Thinking back now, I guess that kind of nonsense wasn’t the case.”

Ina’s face, which resembled a steel mask, distorted for a rare moment.

His complexion remained unchanged, but his earlobes turned the same color as his hair.

“I’m such a big fan of the professors that I even looked up old materials.”

Sega quickly changed the subject, remembering that Ina was only a few years older than him when he took that picture.

“But what about fame?”

“Oh. Okay. I should put one on TV.”

Ina continued speaking quickly, as if expressing her gratitude.

“Sega is a student who is more than enough to represent the first year of Shinseoul and the future of Shinseoul.”

“You are too kind.”

“Since its founding, Shinseoul has been waging war against the devil, and even those who stand in its way are considered enemies. Now that we have declared that we have found a new enemy, we must also promote the new future.”

Sega used what he saw and heard in Shinseoul and his unique intuition to figure out what Ina meant.

Most of the people in the country today, and indeed most of the people in the world, do not truly feel the horror of the Chinese religion.

It’s already been 17 years since the Gaemun incident.

Eschatology and judgment have become old stories.

Hunters are not heroes, but have established themselves as a profession.

People have become accustomed to the gate as a natural disaster such as a typhoon.

If you suddenly bring up things like the Millennium Fallacy or Nostradamus’ prophecies to people in the 2020s, most people will probably think you’re talking about something so outdated and have no idea what it is.

To the people living in this portrait society, the very idea that if you serve the devil, the devil will avoid you and that you will awaken without using stimulants sounded like an old story.

Of course, if you make a fuss about a religion that believes in such things and commits terrorism against the world, the only reactions you will get are, “What are they doing behind the scenes?” and “Are they trying to do some political maneuvering in New Seoul again?”

It would have been a hundred times better to show how to prepare for such an enemy and induce people to think, ‘Ah. It’s real.’ ‘This is a problem that we need to prepare for properly.’

“Thank you for entrusting me with this important task. I will do my best.”

“Since it’s just the beginning, I’ve taken it lightly and decided to go with the entertainment side. I’ll do whatever the interviewer wants, and show off some skills as well. It’ll be edited well, so don’t be too nervous.”

* * *

“When I saw you at the cafe, you were so manly for someone younger than me, but now you look like a younger brother to me. Why are you acting like this? You’re the ace of Shinseoul.”

The waiting room behind the stage.

Sega shook his long legs like an aspen tree in front of the celebrity who was the daily MC.

“It’s so scary to think that I’m actually going to be on TV.”

People’s moods can go from heaven to hell over trivial matters.

‘You’re really running without brakes.’

The moment you appear on this show as the ace of Shinseoul and the genius with 78% S-class, you will be lying to the entire world.

Sega held onto his emotions, reminding himself that it was his job to make that lie true.

‘I’ll worry about the rest later. For now, I’ll just think about the scholarship. I need to wear a better sword, wear a better artifact ring, and buy better potions.’

After taking a deep breath, I looked up at her sitting across from me.

When I saw him then, I couldn’t recognize him because he was wearing a cap and mask.

He was close to beautiful students such as Joo Da-hyun, Il Jin-rim, Choi Sun-mi, Cheon Sa-hee, and Geum Eun-yo, and his standards grew higher and higher.

Even to him, Dreamgirls’ entertainment was a heavenly idol.

Her elegant and voluminous long brown hair and her cute face stand out even more with her sharp smile, and her upper body and head appear to be in proper proportions.

If I had known sooner, I would have been a fan even when I was living in that cesspool.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I’m also MCing here today thanks to you. I’m a hot idol these days. I got 10 million views on the last stage when I sang with the microphone floating in the air.”

Sega immediately searched for the art of telekinesis in the entertainment industry.

“Wow! Wait, there were a lot of videos worth tens of millions before that too? You really are an amazing person, unnie.”

The entertainment reporter shrugged.

“Yeah. I guess I’m pretty good. Otherwise, how could a psychic with a microphone get a special lecture in Shinseoul?”

“Did Joo Da-hyun teach you well?”

“Yeah. You’ve become really gentle. You used to be more like a hedgehog.”

“Kindness? Kindness with Joo Da-hyun? I feel bad saying it because it sounds like gossip, but it doesn’t really suit you. Maybe it’s determination or confidence.”

“You’re good at packaging arrogance and wickedness. We knew each other before. I debuted on an idol survival program when I was 14, and she was a fan of mine back then. She used to call me “Unnie.” She would follow me around.”

“… … Did you by any chance have the company send out a secret ballot or abuse your power to manipulate the broadcast or anything like that?”

“Do you think that was all? He said that if I fail, he’ll set up Ivory Entertainment and help me debut, so I should eat comfortably.”

“… … Don’t you feel hurt when you hear that from your younger sibling?”

“Of course I was hurt. But at that time, I was in no position to be picky about what was hot or cold.”

Sega had a long conversation with Yeseo.

Before I knew it, my tension had completely eased and I was able to memorize the script naturally.

“I didn’t know this was all scripted.”

“Everything that appears on screen has a flow, a concept, and a script. What would you say here?”

“First of all, I heard something from the professor… … I’ll proudly talk about the curriculum and then when the regular MC comes in, I’ll cry and say that I’m going to die from exhaustion. My older sister will calm me down a bit.”

“Okay. You’re adapting well. If you do well, you might even get a fixed panel.”

“Thank you. But where is that regular MC?”

For a moment, a look of contempt appeared on Yeseo’s face.

“You’re probably sleeping. You’re such an eyesore.”

* * *

“… … Five characteristics? That’s really amazing. How’s your school life? What was the most surprising thing?”

“You only take 3 or 4 classes a day? But each one is 2 or 3 hours long. Since it’s mostly practical, it takes a long time.”

“Do you have a crush on anyone at school?”

“A lot of kids at our school date. Even the teachers recommend dating because it helps develop a sense of responsibility. There are a few couples in my class too.”

“No. So do you have someone you like? Huh? Why can’t you see my face? Huh? Why is your face blushing?”

The filming went smoothly.

Sega answered Yeseo’s questions and gradually revealed information about Shinseoul, and also talked about what kind of training they were doing.

“There are training sessions based on locations like Gate, City, and Monster Land. There are also training sessions based on opponents like People, Demons, and People & Demons.”

“Is it possible to fight both humans and demons at the same time?”

“There are so many strange people in the world. I didn’t even know there were such people in the world these days.”

Without mentioning the Cheon Shin Hwa religion too openly, I appealed to the fact that training that assumes such an opponent is natural.

“So your specialty is swordsmanship? Can you show me just one technique?”

“Of course. What do you want to see? Clear skies? Sunlight? Heavy waves?”

“The coolest thing!”

The entertainment book shouted as if it was asking to see everything.

A stage was set up where he could naturally take the focus alone.

Sega realized that they had been given a chance to showcase their talents to the world.

‘Thank you, sis.’

He walked up to the panel and performed three techniques in succession.

A blue shockwave raced through the studio.

“In that order, it was clear, sunny, and medium-sun.”

The panelists stuttered and blinked.

“Huh, huh?”

Even the entertainment industry, which had been treating Sega comfortably until just now, looked at him with awe.

“… … !”

The PDs also froze and silence fell over the filming set for a while.

‘React, everyone!’

It was only after a PD belatedly gestured that reactions poured out.

“They say he’s the ace of Shinseoul, but he’s really amazing.”

“I think you must have received a lot of scouting offers at this point.”

“Wow. Look at me getting goosebumps. Wow. This is scary. I can’t talk to you comfortably anymore!”

The entertainment book spoke.

The lines themselves were scripted, but the voice was full of sincerity.

“How on earth do you do this?”

“Forging is done a thousand times, and tempering is done ten thousand times. It’s the Indian way of praying. Just keep doing it until you get it. Even if you don’t have the skills yet, you will get them someday.”

Sega also responded with sincerity.

At that time, the kind-looking regular MC, Kim Park, spoke.

“You’re such a practice bug.”

It was the MC that Yeseo hated.

“But then, isn’t Sega-kun not a genius? Think about it. A true genius is someone who can do it without working hard, through tricks and improvisation. Who wouldn’t be able to do it if they practiced like that?”

“… … .”

Silence fell on the set.

The original script had this flow.

Sega shows off his great skills, main MC Kim Park criticizes him, and daily MC Yeseo appeases him.

However, just proceeding according to the script was something unbecoming of a main MC.

It’s a great picture, but it means that he’s only thinking about his character and not the broadcast.

“There’s someone here who practices so hard and still can’t do it!”

Another Awakened panelist cracked a self-deprecating joke, but the mood didn’t improve.

Sega felt an unpleasant gaze from Kim Park that seemed out of place.

Envy, jealousy, and useless pride.

‘You don’t attack to act out a character.’

It was a look I often saw on the street I left behind.

‘He was just that kind of person. I didn’t like him.’

Sega rose from his seat again.

“Haha. Is that so? Then I’ll show you something on the spot. Using tricks and improvisation.”

‘Whip the sword. Success comes from here.’