EX rank supporting role's replay in a prestigious school

Chapter 958

Do-ol estimated the size of the person wearing the crow mask.

At first glance, the person wearing the cloak appeared smaller than Hwang Ho, who was dressed in a school uniform.

The difference in size between the two made it seem like the crow mask's attire was too large for the body.

Do-ol tried to observe the crow mask more carefully, attempting to pour supernatural waves into the Chaos faction, but only sparks flew, and the vision didn’t clear.

It seemed that chaos was refusing to increase its output.

Do-ol clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘Is he on guard against Hwang Ho? Hwang Ho isn’t as sensitive to attention as we are.’

Do-ol dismissed the excessive caution of Chaos as cowardice and felt a sense of disdain, but he didn’t show it.

The one he trusted the most was Chaos, among all the evils, so showing any outward reaction would have been foolish.

Moreover, both of them enjoyed watching how those opposing his evil responded, and a featureless chaos would surely provide an uninteresting reaction.

Do-ol observed his surroundings through the limited emotions of chaos.

‘It seems that Seong Woo's coffin is decorated with gold. The naïve Seong Guk-eon wouldn’t have used real gold. It’s gold disguised.’

Though the vision was blurry, Do-ol concluded that it wasn’t real gold decoration.

Quickly, Do-ol deduced that the object was Hwang Ho’s barrier.

It was strange that Seong Woo’s body, which Seong Guk-eon had been so cautious about, was waiting to be buried in a coffin with the seal of the True Race, but Do-ol was certain.

The pattern engraved on Hwang Ho’s mansion’s golden wall was also etched onto the coffin’s decoration.

‘Building a relationship of trust to the point of leaving my grandfather’s corpse in Hwang Ho’s care.’

Up until last year, Seong Guk-eon had taken a hardline stance against the True Race—had everything been an act?

Do-ol tried to figure out what had happened between Seong Guk-eon and the noble families, but no answer came.

In truth, Seong Guk-eon hadn’t trusted the True Race until last year.

Regardless of his personality or evaluations, Seong Guk-eon had never hidden his animosity toward the school teacher, Yong Jegyeon.

Furthermore, the Baron had frequently requested the submission of significant amounts of operational data from the Silver Advertisers lurking in the background, publicly questioning whether there were any doubts.

Do-ol found it fascinating to observe the disparity between Seong Guk-eon’s attitude and his relationships with the members of the True Race.

‘No matter what Seong Guk-eon appears to be, he is, in the end, a politician among South Korean politicians.’

If all of this was simply a maneuver to catch people off guard, Do-ol would understand.

Do-ol had long worshiped villains and observed the duality of humans.

Politicians with rigid and noble characteristics had often secretly worked with Do-ol, harming good people for selfish reasons.

Do-ol, knowing Seong Guk-eon was a politician, understood everything.

‘I’ve joined forces with troublesome things, but this task is just a confirmation task. Don’t let my appearance be seen, and use the trap I’ve set. Carrying out the task itself isn’t difficult.’

He had no intention of wasting energy in a place like this before an important operation.

Coincidentally, among the things he had been watching, there was the success of the last messenger of the Korean Peninsula, and the successor had been caught up in an incident.

After a long life of escape, when he learned of the villain captured, he immediately decided to take simple action.

From his standpoint, the risk was very low, but the malicious intent mixed with his desire to obtain the information he wanted made it a movement Do-ol enjoyed.

His malice was incalculable. At best, they were only thinking of protecting their bodies.’

His malice didn’t stop at Seong Woo’s body or the identity of the crow mask.

But now, looking through the confusion, the authors weren’t prepared.

There were a fair number of good players for their level, but it was amusing to see them running around trying to catch the fugitive.

Do-ol strengthened his voice so that the sound waves would reach the Chaos faction.

"Chaos, if he starts a fire, I’ll activate the trap immediately."

The Chaos faction trembled, in a positive way.@@@@

Soon, as the fugitives following their numbers set themselves on fire, Do-ol unleashed supernatural waves.

Seong Guk-eon looked in the direction where Cho Ui-shin had disappeared.

Cho Ui-shin had sent Seong Guk-eon and Jeon Moo-young in different directions, instructing them to split into two and perform their roles.

Jeon Moo-young realized the power operating at Seong Guk-eon’s house and was shocked.

It was related to Seong Woo’s research, and Jeon Moo-young knew about it.

It was intellectual power.

It seemed that the land of Hongcheon had been used to set a trap at Seong Guk-eon’s house. Seong Guk-eon must have sensed it but continued to run ahead.

Seong Woo’s house.

Hwang Ho sat on the single-seater sofa Seong Guk-eon had used, with his legs crossed.

Hwang Ho saw the pillar of fire erupting from the mountain through the window but didn’t move.

It was true that waiting had made him tired, but right now, he couldn’t do what he wanted.

"It would be better if there was a fire pillar here."

Hwang Ho grumbled, but the man wearing the crow mask and cloak didn’t say anything.

While the man with the mask looked at Seong Woo’s coffin with a narrow view, Hwang Ho was staring out the window.

Hwang Ho narrowed his brow when he felt something wriggling beneath the floor.

Then, a loud sound shook Seong Woo’s house.

Guguuuu!

Hwang Ho quickly got up, feeling the ground tremble beneath him.

He stood up, and in an instant, his hair and eyes turned golden.

It might have been shocking to see an attack using intelligence, but Hwang Ho only frowned.

Is this what he’s after? He said he could do what he did in Silver Advertisements right here on this land.’

This was land managed by the Dark Lord, but due to frequent demon invasions, its influence had greatly diminished.

Seizing that opportunity, the darkness seemed to be consuming the land’s ley lines and draining its energy.

Ultimately, Cho Ui-shin had been right. I’ve used my ley lines to attack. Then...'

Hwang Ho lowered his body and looked at the man in the crow mask, preparing for the shock.

According to Cho Ui-shin’s plan, the next target was decided.

In the moment, a crack appeared on the wall, and the glass shattered into pieces simultaneously.

Although he was preparing for the intellectual waves, they couldn’t handle the power of intelligence.

"You’re arrogant!"

Wow!

As Hwang Ho developed a super-powerful wave against the ley line, outside the barrier, concrete, wallpaper, and furniture fragments fluttered, losing their shape.

And the next moment, in the darkness, the next number exploded.

Pfit!

There was a small hole in the solid barrier that needles couldn’t pass through.

In an instant, high-concentration intelligence condensed and broke through Hwang Ho’s barrier.

The intelligence-imbued medium looked like hair.

Do-ol’s hair, wrapped in ley energy, flew directly toward the crow mask’s eyes.

Tear it apart!

Do-ol’s hair shot quickly and flew toward the crow mask.

The man in the crow mask hurriedly dodged, but couldn’t completely avoid it.

The mask shattered into pieces, and blood splattered.

He quickly covered his eyes with his hand, but blood flowed down his palm.

"Are you worried about the face under this mask? You seem especially curious about my eyes."

After being hit, the man in the crow mask, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

Then, as if showing someone, he slowly lowered his hand.

Beneath the cracked crow mask, a delicate, wounded look in his eyes was revealed.