Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 103

A mansion on the city outskirts.

When the blue long-haired man entered, the attendants who recognized him all bent at the waist in unison.

“You’ve returned, Python-nim.”

“How was the meeting…”

The man didn’t even glance at the attendants, merely waving his hand. A signal not to disturb him.

Understanding this, the attendants fell silent, and the man immediately entered his training room and locked the door. Then he sat cross-legged and focused his senses.

‘There was definitely a signal.’

The man sharpened his perceptions while tracing back through his memories of the meeting.

A signal had definitely been received. He needed to identify when and where it was received, and connect with it.

The most recently received signal.

It was during small talk after the meeting ended.

— Ah, right! I heard several people got caught in the tracking too! There’s news the prescient will like here?

— Don’t tell me…?

— Exactly, Yeon Sora quotes!

Yeon Sora had spoken the monitored words. Of course, the content differed from expectations.

[Have you ever eaten fried grasshopper? I think I heard it’s made with flour-like powder. I heard insects surprisingly have a lot of dietary fiber.]

[Actually I thought the orphanage was daycare? I thought it was like ‘protect’ and ‘nurture’… But when I asked my parents recently if we should send my sibling to an orphanage, they freaked out.]

“Huuu…”

The man exhaled a deep sigh.

His heart area stung. Because he’d had to endure countless personal attacks after that.

But within that pain, there was definitely something else.

‘As expected, this is right.’

The man calmly pursued the invisible sensation forward. Where numerous intuitions guided, the answer indeed existed.

His colleagues’ mockery. The truth that shook his intuition was hidden within it.

— At this level it’s Authority. Did that guy’s Authority transfer to their side?

— Did Yeon Sora calculate all of this?

Those were correct words.

This wasn’t something achievable through calculation. It was closer to numerous coincidences overlapping to achieve one ultimate purpose.

And this… was extremely similar to the prescient’s Authority.

‘Is such a thing possible?’

Authority is external power. Power distributed solely by the gatekeeper.

Even the prescient who used Authority didn’t fully understand the power’s source.

The being who bestowed the power was an existence humans couldn’t dare approach with common sense. A higher entity reigning above even the Tower and Imaginarium, even ruling over the very concept of the universe.

Their language differed from human language.

Direct communication was impossible. Even if possible, mental collapse would occur the moment reception happened. All one could do was fumble through signals like this and make guesses.

After concentrating for a while, the man opened his eyes.

“I still don’t know well.”

A power similar to his own Authority had activated.

If he assumed the other party went through the same procedures as himself, two preconditions were necessary.

First, they must know how to read the future.

The ability to read the future is extremely rare. However, the man knew precisely the locations of those possessing such abilities.

The probability of this was low.

Second, they must be able to access a higher entity’s power.

This also wasn’t easy. Over half of the nine bishops still hadn’t achieved connection, which was why even the prescient received mockery.

Power transcending common sense.

Awareness of being used by a higher entity.

The wisdom to recognize it.

The courage to act on it.

This was utterly impossible with an ordinary human’s consciousness.

‘But there was definitely influx.’

The Tower’s mana waves clearly indicated that fact. On the day of the awakening test, external power had definitely been observed flowing into this world.

Though the possibility was high that whoever inherited that power was a freshman, in principle, the possibility was open to everyone who’d been inside the Tower.

The man had focused on freshmen only because the future background he’d perceived was the academy.

‘But what if even that was the foreseer’s deception? What if the foreseer was inside the Tower that day…?’

Perhaps right now he was falling for a trap. That probability was higher.

Then why was his intuition concerned about Yeon Sora?

“Huuu… I cannot know.”

It was impossible to continue speculation beyond this.

The man murmured in a voice full of concern.

“How good it would be if Beelzebub-nim returned.”

* * *

After a rewarding weekend, Monday arrived.

I encountered a welcome figure during morning assembly.

Professor Joo.

“This week’s Field Training will be conducted in 2-night-3-day format. Unlike Floor 1, it’s field-style, and all cadets currently undergoing training will enter simultaneously.”

This was the first meeting with Professor Joo since that incident.

He’s been busy being dragged here and there as the site supervisor.

“Since this week involves a long stay and unusual setting, numerous special curriculum classes are included. Today’s assembly ends here. Yeon Sora, remain briefly.”

Professor Joo, who finished assembly at speed, called for me then issued an eviction order.

But nobody left the classroom.

Our class members are Gyeon Junhwi, Ki Hyeonmin, Yeom Juwan, Han Boram.

As if they’d leave Yeon Sora behind.

“……”

Professor Joo glared at my babies with narrowed eyes, but without saying anything, merely flicked his fingers.

Snap!

A bluish box appeared around me. The outside probably can’t see inside.

Since I can’t see outside either.

“Yeon Sora. Can you guess what this is about.”

Professor Joo looked at me with fierce eyes.

‘Seeing him like this, he really is mad.’

I was pleased calling him a fine middle-aged man. I must have been crazy. As expected, those eyes aren’t normal.

Suddenly remembering Professor Joo’s hellish training, my body trembled, but I mustn’t fear the past.

“I also have something to say.”

I immediately opened my inventory and pulled out the Sleeping Beauty disease diagnosis and brain scan footage.

I plan to refuse physical training using this excuse.

If there’s an official illness, it’s worth insisting on.

“……”

Professor Joo doesn’t even look at the materials I’m handing over.

He’s just glaring at me.

“If it’s about the illness, I’ve already heard. Notification came from administration.”

To register illness exception procedures requires a professor’s consent. I just met Professor Joo now, yet the paperwork was already processed.

‘How?’

While I tilted my head in confusion, Professor Joo pulled something like a peculiar rubber band from his pocket.

“Temperature monitoring device. It’ll warn you if your temperature becomes irregular.”

For someone like me who hibernates when temperature control fails, this is truly a grateful gift. I immediately accepted and wore it on my arm, when unexpected words followed.

“It’s a gift from Professor Ban.”

I grasped the situation immediately.

That research lunatic processed the paperwork quickly instead of Professor Joo. Plus warned him ‘I’ve claimed Yeon Sora.’

Professor Joo continued with a dissatisfied face.

“Instructions also came down to avoid training that could strain your temperature.”

Oh thank goodness!

With this, Yeon Sora no longer needs to do mindless physical labor training.

I resolved to get stronger, but Professor Joo’s training method is absolutely not it. Following that leads to death. I’m certain.

Anyway, I have no more business with Professor Joo now.

“You’ve given me so much attention, but my innate physical ability is such that I can’t receive your training, Professor. Thank you for everything.”

I bent at the waist offering my final respects, but when I raised my head, Professor Joo was still smiling.

“That’s fine.”

“Thank you.”

“From now on we’ll proceed focused on skill training, excluding agility and stamina training.”

“?”

Professor Joo definitely specializes in weapon combat and physical enhancement. Yet he’s challenging a new field that isn’t his specialty.

“Come to my office during today’s field combat time too.”

* * *

Today was the first specially organized subject since enrollment.

A class called <Urban Survival>.

A professor I’d never seen appeared, with hair and beard flowing to his shoulders—giving off a natural hermit vibe.

“Who knows what Floor 2’s system bug is?”

I raised my hand high, but since the question difficulty was so low, everyone in the lecture hall had their hands raised.

This class is apparently attended by all freshmen undergoing Field Training. Just looking, there seem to be over 100 people.

“Cadet Yeon Sora?”

As expected, at times like this, recognition beats speed!

The professor who recognized me widened his eyes and naturally said those words.

“Haha! Don’t tell me you’re here to investigate corruption again?”

If this were last week, all cadets would’ve become a gallery audience, but we already did that to death last week.

Only a few socially aware cadets made ‘ehehe’ sounds with courtesy laughs.

“Ahem! So, what’s Floor 2’s system bug?”

“Inventory won’t open.”

“Yes! Exactly that! You’ll need to spend 2 nights and 3 days without inventory. In a city inhabited by monsters, no less.”

This week’s theme is survival camping.

We must survive three days in apocalypse Seoul. Without inventory too.

“You’ll need to carry all water, food, and equipment needed for three days while moving. If you’re carrying all that and fight monsters? You might lose things. Worse, Floor 2 monsters are often intelligent. They deliberately steal items to weaken humans.”

2nd floor isn’t a parallel space.

It’s a space all students taking the class enter together.

Cadets who lose their items will naturally covet others’ items, so besides fighting monsters, there’s resource competition too.

“Please prepare necessary supplies tonight, and I’ll inspect tomorrow. For now, let’s visit the simulation room first.”

Like that, we all migrated en masse to the simulation room. Normally simulation rooms only admit groups of 10 or less, but today we’re all entering together.

“This is the background of the Floor you’ll enter. No slacking off—pay attention!”

The first background is sewers.

The professor was waving a luminous stone flashlight at the front of the formation.

“Every year, people definitely move to the sewers. Remember! Without light sources, this happens.”

When the professor turned off the flashlight, pitch-black darkness arrived.

“Make sure to check if you have light sources before entering. If batteries die, you’ll be stuck in places like this. Got it? Every year there are definitely guys who bring night vision goggles into here, but night vision goggles merely emphasize existing ambient light. They don’t work in sewers with absolutely no light!”

The professor turned the lights back on, then this time pointed at the sewer water with his finger.

“Sewer water sits stagnant so it has lots of toxic gas. It’s fine if left alone, but if you violently disturb the surface, toxic gas gets released into the air. Every year so many guys fail because of this…”

Apparently more cadets fail from safety accidents than monsters.

After that, numerous simulations continued, which was quite fun.

Collapsing concrete buildings!

Abandoned city with absolutely no electricity!

‘This is exactly like being in a zombie movie!’

Time flew by as I hopped around excited by the urban apocalypse experience.

“That’s all for today! Next class is field combat—it’s important so definitely don’t be late!”

At the class end announcement, 100-plus cadets surged out of the simulation room.

Me?

I’m moving together with my babies.

“S-Sora has P-Professor Joo’s class again?”

“Didn’t you suffer terribly from that before?”

“Professor Joo is trustworthy.”

“Since information about temperature management was communicated, he’ll probably restrain himself somewhat.”

Next is a 1-on-1 class with Professor Joo.

Horrific hell awaits.

I don’t know why he’s so obsessed with me, but once targeted by a crazy professor, there’s no escape. At times like this, don’t struggle pointlessly—just go with the flow.

At least getting consolation from my babies’ comfort as I walked…

‘Huh?’

For a moment within the crowd, I saw a familiar face.

Dark gray hair, blue eyes.

A mole near his left eyebrow.

Where exactly did I see this person… There’s no way I’d allocate brain capacity to such an ordinary appearance…

While tracing back memories like that, when I arrived in front of Professor Joo’s office, I found the answer.

‘Pickup guy!’

The man who previously hit on Park Rahee at the movie theater.

Another subordinate.