EX rank supporting role's replay in a prestigious school

Chapter 961

"The name of the Gwanglim used by Seong Guk-eon is 'The Rock of Faith.'

The abstract concept of Gwanglim was that the strength needed to fulfill Seong Guk-eon's beliefs became solidified as a rock.

When Seong Guk-eon first understood what his Gwanglim had, he was unable to use it.

As a child, Seong Guk-eon did not have the grand spirit that could be called a firm conviction, so his Gwanglim did not activate.

Seong Guk-eon was strong enough without using his Gwanglim, and since he didn’t lose his position as an elder at Eun-gwang High, he didn’t give much thought to his beliefs.

That was until he became the student president before graduating and created the Jiik Association.

"Now, Guk-eon-hyung, you can use your Gwanglim."

Confidence strongly implies a firm belief.

Seong Guk-eon had the will to change the school, and he didn’t have a doubt that he could succeed.

Seong Guk-eon’s strong belief came from the students who trusted him when he became the student president and from a few teachers who supported him.

He was certain that earning their trust and giving back to them was the affirmation of Seong Guk-eon’s Gwanglim.

As Jeon Mu-young said, Seong Guk-eon was able to use his Gwanglim, but did he know that faith had another meaning?

It also meant using the god of the palace, rather than the god who believed in the king's thoughts.

Jeon Mu-young had once made such absurd remarks when writing an introduction to 'The Rock of Faith.'

Having become a politician, Seong Guk-eon decided to showcase his brilliance and skills to the public.

The reason those running for election registered their assets and criminal records was for the same reason.

Jeon Mu-young grumbled, saying Seong Guk-eon’s abilities had made things harder to protect.

Jeon Mu-young took advantage of this by adding a vague, unclear description to the introduction and posting it online.

"I hope that one day, your beliefs will be used in two ways."

Seong Guk-eon didn’t care what his beliefs were used for.

Seong Guk-eon’s beliefs were always directed toward the people he had to protect, both in his heart and in front of his eyes.

However, the Rock of Faith could not be used alone.

"My belief needs a companion, and the Rock of Faith is no different."

For Seong Guk-eon, his comrades were those who shared his will, and all the citizens of the country.

Among them were those who would restrain Seong Guk-eon, those who hated him without reason, and those who didn’t share his vision for the future.

Even so, Seong Guk-eon had no intention of abandoning those who had relied on him, and he didn’t see them as burdens.

And now, there were citizens gathered, leaning against Seong Guk-eon’s back.

Ahhh!

Seong Guk-eon’s Gwanglim, 'The Rock of Faith,' activated, and power materialized, bringing his beliefs into reality.

What Seong Guk-eon needed now was the power to protect people.

With that, the Rock of Faith settled firmly in Seong Guk-eon’s fist.

Amidst the blazing pillars of fire, Seong Guk-eon stood up as if to wield his martial arts.

Damn!

With Seong Guk-eon’s heavy punch, the largest pillar of fire was extinguished in an instant.

The pillar of fire that had just moments ago been threatening to burn Seong Guk-eon and swallow the people behind him was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the thick smoke.

"Was this a forest where the more people gathered, the stronger it became?"

The fugitive, stunned, still maintained his composure.

His goal was to leave his pillar of fire in history, so he had no choice but to cause as much damage to life and property as possible.

It would be nice if a congressman were included in that, but he realized that if he tried to target Seong Guk-eon, who was facing the mysterious Gwanglim, he would only be stopped.

The fugitive, with his hands burned and old, raised them sideways.

The direction his hands extended was not toward Seong Guk-eon.

The fugitive, with the same bravado as a politician’s underling, continued with the operation.

The fugitive shouted with all his might.

But no one listened.

It was as if his voice didn’t exist at all.

Even though he shouted, it didn’t even come through, and the smoke from the fire pillar filled the air, making it hard to breathe for a moment.

"Have you said everything you wanted to say?"

Through the smoke, the traces of a barricade item could be seen.

At that moment, the fugitive realized that Jeon Mu-young had used a soundproof barrier item.

From the start, it seemed the fugitive’s words were meant to be unheard.

The fact that the item card had been blocked wasn’t a coincidence, and a chill ran down his spine.

The fugitive, convulsing like he was having a seizure, tried to send his message, but everyone watched from a distance as if the fire was too far away to intervene.

Sometimes there were people taking pictures or videos, but soon, they went off to take pictures of Seong Guk-eon.

"We will deal with this person. It’s okay now."

Seong Guk-eon confirmed there were no injuries and reassured the citizens.

The people, busy escaping, gathered around Seong Guk-eon, having seen Jeon Mu-young restrain the fugitive tightly.

Not only his usual supporters but also those who had never cared about politics but became interested after seeing him fight as a player gathered by his side.

Seong Guk-eon kept one hand free, always ready for any emergency, but answered every question, posing no trouble and taking pictures.

Outwardly calm, but half of his mind was elsewhere.

'Looking at Mu-young’s movements, it went as I had predicted. Everything was the same until the end. But I’m not sure if that’s okay.'"

Seong Guk-eon knew Jeon Mu-young’s character well.

If the fight in Hongcheon had escalated this much, Jeon Mu-young would have taken a more defensive stance.

Though Seong Guk-eon won, if the opponent had used this level of ability, there would have been a risk of injury.

‘The overall plan was almost correct. But the number used by the opponent was stronger.’

Seong Guk-eon’s thoughts deepened.

He didn’t worry at all about Huang Ho, Yong Jegyeon, or the elders in the mountains guarding his home.

They were older, had more experience, and weren’t frail enough to be wounded.

Though he worried about Seong Si-wan and Gye I-dam, having worked with Jeon Mu-young, he felt confident there would be no major issues.

The problem lay with the God of Conscience.

Just before retreating, Do-ol assessed the situation in Hongcheon.

Although he couldn’t use the confusion, there were enough people around that witness testimonies flooded in, making the investigation easy.

After a long time, Do-ol offered advice, helped him use his precious power, and even gave him the item card, but the fugitive failed.

They left soot on the roads and building walls and destroyed some street facilities, but there were no casualties, and the property damage was of a manageable level.

In fact, if they had rushed through the sidewalk, a large truck might have caused even more damage.

The more serious issue was that they were stopped at the last step.

Had he been caught and drawn attention, he would have had to finish the final move to be captured by his secretary with pity!

Do-ol was so angry that he wanted to tear the fugitive apart with his own hands.

Had he even a little energy left in his body, he would have rampaged, but he was exhausted dealing with Seong Guk-eon and had no way to act.

Do-ol had originally planned to retreat immediately, but now, he couldn’t leave.

‘Now that it’s come to this, I’ll have to carry out the final ritual myself.’

Do-ol left the abandoned house to take the final steps.

As soon as Do-ol left, the long hair that had been wrapped around the abandoned house disappeared without a trace.

There was no sign of Do-ol stepping into the shadow either.