EX rank supporting role's replay in a prestigious school

Chapter 939

The hideout of the thieves.

After waking up, In Seon-o, who had been contemplating architectural laws, had breakfast and then immersed himself in other tasks.

In Seon-o read through the journalism logs of the Eungwang High School Newspaper Club.

He checked not only the logs posted on the school’s website but also the individual journal entries uploaded by the club members on their personal social media accounts.@@@@

The logs had accumulated over a year, and checking through all of the club members’ logs turned out to be quite a large volume.

But In Seon-o didn’t rest or give up and continued flipping through the holographic pages alone.

Then, In Seon-o’s finger abruptly stopped.

"Ah, I’ve talked to the person who wrote this."

"Do you know them?"

"Yeah."

From nearby, Gu Seul-bi, who was planning the "invasion of the last school dropout’s residence," suddenly spoke up.

Gu Seul-bi, unable to come up with a way to break through the strong barrier surrounding the residence, looked up and, by chance, found a familiar name.

The name that appeared in the log was none other than Moon Sae-ron.

In Seon-o had been reading a journal written by Moon Sae-ron.

"Ah, I know that reporter! Since we’re both notable figures within Eungwang High, we get involved in a lot of interviews. Moon Sae-ron was one of the club members who actively tried to interview us every time."

"When we fought the swordsman, we had a rather long interview. That person knew exactly how noticeable and special we were."

Moon Sae-ron, being someone who frequently interviews eccentric individuals and turns their stories into articles, knew how to quickly become friendly and strike up a conversation.

Having a deep understanding of the desire for attention from attention-seekers, Moon Sae-ron used this to get close to the two of them.

"Wow, not only does he cover a lot of topics, but he also writes detailed journals. That’s impressive."

"Writing down your daily routine can serve as a source of inspiration. When you look back on it later, things you didn’t think of at the time or didn’t remember suddenly come to mind! Reporter Moon Sae-ron really understands the importance of keeping records."

The habit of diligently writing journals was something that Ong Gil-dong, who strongly agreed with the statement, emphasized.

Hearing that Ong Gil-dong wrote journals made Gu Seul-bi wonder how his own records might be written.

Ong Gil-dong, who was very slow at catching on to others’ inner thoughts, somehow sensed this and responded with a very kind tone.

"Of course, I’ve also written about the day I met my partner."

Gu Seul-bi felt her heart race at those words.

Although Gu Seul-bi didn’t write journals, she had been repeating the events of that day in her head.

At the auction of the Fomor Demon Lord in the lonely castle, she had met Ong Gil-dong, who was wearing a white blazer decorated with a swan mask and crystal embellishments.

Ong Gil-dong, who had been spouting mysterious theories about thieves, had even given Gu Seul-bi a white rose as a gift.

At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention, thinking it was a tease about the Druidess outfit, but looking back, it was an exciting moment.

"I’ll never forget my partner, dressed in firewood and rags. Now, I think I’m fortunate to be able to provide an outfit and living arrangements that match my partner’s abilities and character."

Gu Seul-bi’s excited feelings were slightly dampened by Ong Gil-dong’s comment about firewood and rags.

The Druidess outfit that Gu Seul-bi had personally made at the time was indeed very shabby, so there was no way to argue with that.

Gu Seul-bi turned her head away from Ong Gil-dong and looked at the hologram In Seon-o was reading.

"So, what did he write that’s making you look at it so intently?"

"It’s about the Newspaper Club’s overseas reporting trip last summer."

Hearing that the club had gone on a group trip, the attention-seekers immediately thought of the other members of the club, not just Moon Sae-ron.

Class 0 had two members of the Newspaper Club.

"The Newspaper Club went as a group? Then our vice-president must have gone too."

"And that weird person from the big mansion must have gone too."

"Yeah, I think Uishin and Jiho went as well. It’s recorded that all members of the Newspaper Club attended."

Ong Gil-dong and Gu Seul-bi both read the page In Seon-o was showing.

The Newspaper Club seemed to have had a really fun time on their reporting trip.

From the very first day, they stayed up all night and on the second day, they played games with the King of Golden Speeches and ran around.

But some of them went to sleep, and Moon Sae-ron was one of them.

Although he woke up in the middle of it and joined the group of game addicts.

"Had a bad dream and woke up? Hmm, bad dreams do tend to disturb sleep."

"Dreams are very difficult to control. Even someone as great as a Druidess like me struggles with them! Unless you have special powers like Merlin, the teacher who inherited the blood of the Nightmare, no matter how excellent a player is, they’re helpless in the face of the dreams controlled by the unconscious mind."

As they discussed the dream incident, In Seon-o had finished going through all of Moon Sae-ron’s journal entries.

He had even searched the entire log for specific keywords.

The only thing that was certain was that something had happened while Maeng Hyo-don and I were sleeping, leaving almost no trace.

And Maeng Hyo-don seemed to be holding back something important.

‘Maeng Hyo-don is honest and perceptive. I have a feeling he wants to say something, but it’s something he feels is a forbidden topic.’

If I pushed him to talk, he would, but I didn’t want to do that.

I trusted Maeng Hyo-don’s instincts.

Even though he couldn’t say anything definite, I had gathered a lot of clues.

Having thought about it too much, I realized I needed to act before Maeng Hyo-don’s patience wore thin.

"Is it hard to talk about? If it is, you don’t have to say it."

It seemed like my assumption was correct, and Maeng Hyo-don visibly relaxed.

It seemed like he really felt like he shouldn’t say it.

Before we wrapped up the conversation, I asked the most important question.

"But are you really okay? Does this have anything to do with your recent condition?"

"Well... it is related..."

As I asked, Maeng Hyo-don’s eyes gradually became clearer.

Maeng Hyo-don spoke firmly, with strength in his voice.

"Even though it turned out like this, I’m fine. Really, I’m okay. Vice-president, do you understand?"

Maeng Hyo-don kept emphasizing that he was fine.

Hearing those words, I became a little dazed.

After nodding several times to indicate I understood, I got ready to leave.

"I’m going to study at Ju Su-hyeok’s room tonight to check something. But remember, I’m fine."

"Okay, understood."

His insistence still bothered me.

It felt as though he was saying he wasn’t fine but now was fine, which made me uneasy.

After ending the peculiar conversation, I felt a sense of déjà vu.

‘This feeling, I’ve felt it before.’

Something is clearly happening, and the other person knows what it is, but they’re reluctant to talk about it with me.

I’ve had this subtle feeling before.

‘It happened when I talked to Baekho-gun. It’s happened a few times, but I didn’t press for answers.’

I trusted my last playable character, so I didn’t probe further.

But now Maeng Hyo-don was saying similar things, and I wondered if it was okay to keep not asking.

‘What happened while I was asleep?’

Now that I thought about it, Maeng Hyo-don was the first person I had ever shared a room with in a confined space since coming to this world.

When staying in the retreat, there were many nights where I stayed up late, and when resting, I usually used single rooms.

Most of those single rooms adhered strictly to the building regulations for player accommodation.

The only exception was when we went on the overseas reporting trip.

Overseas accommodations didn’t follow the same conservative regulations as those in Korea.

‘It’s not just a facility problem. The location too.’

This was Eungwang High, right in the middle of the Ho-jok’s sacred district.

And it was the Silver Sleep Mansion managed by Baekho-gun.

It would be very difficult for a problem to occur in a place like this, wouldn’t it?

‘If such a being exists, the Jin-jok society would be on high alert. That entity must have the kind of power that could alter the Dreamcatcher given by Black Horse without leaving any trace.’

The Jin-jok, the most formidable beings, would certainly be cautious.

Recalling my numerous experiences dealing with the Jin-jok, a certain thought surfaced.

After considering all the factors, I became confident that the answer was within reach.

Click.

I opened the window, and the thick raindrops splashed into the room.

I didn’t mind and called out beyond the rainstorm.

"I need to talk. Come out."

A few seconds later, a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of the window.

It was Baekho-gun.