Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 152

A fierce wind whipped around me and lifted my body into the air.

A moment later, the wind abruptly stopped. When I opened my eyes, I was trapped inside a bubble floating through the sky.

‘Is this the chairwoman’s ability?’

It wasn’t described in the original, so I don’t know what ability it is. Even though she doesn’t have to disclose her ability thanks to the Awakened Personal Information Protection Act… but that’s not what’s important.

‘The jury! The result? Did I win?’

When I turned my gaze downward, I saw the black room. One wall was peeled away like a half-eaten tangerine. The jury wasn’t visible from this distance.

‘I escaped, so that’s good, right?’

Just as I was reassuring myself, the black wall that looked like peeled tangerine skin transformed into a long rope.

A black rope with a noose on one end flew upward, passed through the transparent membrane, and wrapped around my ankle.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Brutal force yanked me downward. It was trying to drag me back to the courtroom.

The bubble noticed and flew upward even more vigorously.

Fortunately, the black rope snapped. But this time, the black noose remaining on my ankle transformed into a snake shape.

“No! Get away from me!”

I tried to shake it off with my hands, but I couldn’t touch it.

‘A shadow?’

It was something I couldn’t grab with my hands to begin with.

The snake-shaped shadow began crawling up my torso. Its destination was my head. The intent was obvious.

‘Memory erasure…!’

There was a reason the mastermind pulled this stunt before the chairwoman. He believed he could destroy evidence anytime.

If that snake reached my head, my memory would disappear.

‘To stop it….’

I quickly stuck my hand into my pocket, pulled out an Incapacitation bullet, and frantically rubbed it against my scalp. I don’t know if it’ll work, but I rolled it around with all my might anyway.

Then at some point, darkness arrived.

* * *

“So-So-Sora… d-don’t die!”

“If you’re going to spout such unlucky nonsense, get out! Yeon Sora! Wake up, you brat!”

Noisy voices reached my ears.

I snapped my eyes open to find Seong Hayul, Han Boram, and Yeom Juwan in my field of vision. Everyone wore worried expressions. Our Juwan didn’t have a trace of color in his face.

“A-are… you okay?”

“Cough! Cough!”

I wanted to tell them not to worry, but my throat was bone-dry, so only coughs came out.

“Here, water first….”

Seong Hayul held out a water bottle, but I didn’t have the strength in my hands to take it.

Fortunately, Juwan took the bottle for me and held it to my lips. I’d worried that water would come gushing in all at once, but Juwan skillfully let water into my mouth one sip at a time with practiced hands.

Now clearheaded, I looked around. This was the same room as before.

“You suddenly collapsed.”

“S-Sora, your b-bracelet started r-ringing and then snap! T-turned to dust!”

Apparently the courtroom was a mental world and only my consciousness had been dragged there.

“But then Professor Ban suddenly came in saying we needed to find your consciousness—!”

Seong Hayul’s voice explaining abruptly cut off mid-sentence. Her mouth kept moving but no sound came out. Han Boram and Yeom Juwan were the same.

“I’ll explain directly.”

I turned my head to find the chairwoman standing right before me with a smile.

This woman’s presence is no joke. She’s not just pretty—she’s a manifestation of beauty itself, an existence that should be called ‘goddess of beauty.’

“Cadet Yeon Sora seemed to be hiding something, so it appears Bang Haeun’s father took you aside.”

Behind the chairwoman, I could see the mastermind and the prescient.

For some reason, Professor Joo and Professor Ban were there too. They’d taken combat stances to prevent the mastermind from pulling any tricks.

“I truly didn’t expect him to do something so tactless… I couldn’t stop it beforehand. I’m sorry. You were startled, weren’t you?”

The chairwoman was still smiling, but a cold wind was blowing fiercely. She was properly pissed.

“You were dragged somewhere, right? Do you remember what happened?”

I remember.

But the mastermind was narrowing his eyes and glaring at me, like he didn’t know what state my memory was in.

“You don’t need to be frightened. Tell me everything honestly.”

The chairwoman was urging me on.

Honestly… I’m a bit tempted.

‘Should I just tell her?’

If I say the mastermind kidnapped and interrogated and tortured me? Won’t the chairwoman and Professor Joo team up to smash those two masterminds? Then our Hyeonmin wouldn’t even need to dirty his hands to dispose of 2 masterminds—

‘…Yeah, right.’

As a <On the Brink of Destruction> Devoted Reader, I can say this with confidence. If I tell the truth here, we’ll get a hostage situation arc.

The mastermind always used hostages before professors, and the professors always died without even fighting properly because of their obligation to save students.

For now, it’s better to pretend the mastermind’s plan worked.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything.”

Countless questions poured out after that, but I unconditionally answered that I didn’t remember.

Both the chairwoman and the mastermind… seemed to believe me for now.

“Students should leave now. This won’t happen again.”

Eventually the order came for the kids to leave while the adults talked among themselves. I bowed my head, then moved toward the door.

But just before leaving, I remembered an important task.

“Oh, Chairwoman?”

“Yes! Did you remember something?”

The chairwoman immediately shot out of her chair.

Tense energy hung in the air. The mastermind and prescient, chairwoman, Professor Joo, Professor Ban—everyone was radiating killing intent. I felt awkward for no reason.

“No, um… this has nothing to do with today’s incident, it’s a completely separate matter I wanted to ask about….”

“Then should we step out and talk separately?”

“No.”

If the chairwoman and I whisper together, we’ll get a hostage situation.

I had no choice but to bring up my business in front of everyone.

“Can the filming permit be extended?”

“……”

Silence arrived.

The silence lasted longer than expected, so I scratched the back of my head.

“Actually, I applied for an extension last week but got no response… there are only three days left on the valid period, you know? Since I ran into you, I thought I’d ask….”

“……”

The chairwoman barely collected herself and smiled.

“I see. How long of an extension do you want?”

“Three years.”

“……”

“Hey!”

Seong Hayul tried to deliver a back slap, but Yeom Juwan caught her wrist mid-air.

Briefly flustered, Seong Hayul soon bowed her head toward the chairwoman.

“I’m sorry, Chairwoman. Yeon Sora has no shame.”

“Why?”

“Three years means you want it until graduation!”

“Who said to give it? I asked what extension period I wanted, so I honestly said I wanted three years. Whether to grant it or not is the chairwoman’s decision.”

“Still, who asks for three years on the spot?”

“Ahem! Three years isn’t possible. However, I will extend it. I’ll deliver it through my secretary within three days.”

The chairwoman cut off my and Seong Hayul’s argument. Then she carefully studied my face as if memorizing it.

“Cadet Yeon Sora, do you really have nothing more to say about today’s incident?”

“Nothing. Then I’ll be going.”

I bowed politely to the chairwoman and professors, hesitated briefly, then bowed my head to the mastermind too.

“Take care, everyone.”

* * *

On the way to the dorm.

Naturally I’d thought we’d walk, but the chairwoman thoughtfully arranged a limousine. Boram was bouncing around, moved by her first limousine ride.

“M-me! Me! I-it’s my first limousine!”

“I’ve ridden one before.”

“Huh? When?”

“After the awakening test.”

“Huh? I-I just took a b-bus….”

“We almost died, though.”

While Boram explored the limousine refrigerator, Seong Hayul started rotating her wrist.

“Sorry, did it hurt? I didn’t mean to….”

“Huh? N-no.”

Juwan’s face was full of apology. And Seong Hayul… seemed a bit frightened of Juwan.

Always gentle Juwan honestly had a pretty menacing look in his eyes earlier.

I was surprised too, so what about Seong Hayul who was the target?

“Sorry, I’m a bit on edge.”

“…It’s okay.”

Juwan apologized and Seong Hayul accepted, but the atmosphere was still somehow strange.

Looks like it’s my turn to step up.

“Seong Hayul, you’re in the wrong. Why do you keep hitting my back lately?”

“Because you don’t respond to voices when you’re lost in thought. At least you stop when I hit you.”

What, there was a reason?

Come to think of it, I’d stopped my random thoughts quite often thanks to back slaps.

“Still, my back hurts, so how about finding another method? Like grabbing and yanking my hair, for example.”

“Hair?”

“Yeah, like this.”

When I grabbed a fistful of Seong Hayul’s hair and yanked, her head tilted back to face the ceiling.

“Hey!”

“Doesn’t it snap you to attention? Doesn’t hurt, right? You try too.”

“M-me too!!!”

Through several repetitions of the experiment, we confirmed this method brought clarity without pain.

Let’s switch from back slaps to hair grabs going forward!!

I tried to share this joyful news with Juwan….

“……”

My baby was staring at me with extremely serious eyes.

“Really nothing happened?”

“Hm?”

“You really don’t remember?”

“Yep!”

“……”

Juwan said nothing. He just looked straight at me with clear, pure eyes.

My conscience pricked.

More accurately than conscience, worry came first. The worry that my lie had been discovered.

‘Juwan, do you know something?’

The mastermind used Yeom Juwan as bait to summon me. Since Juwan’s also involved, he might remember something.

“What’s wrong? It’s like you’ve put me on trial.”

“……”

I tested him briefly, but fortunately he didn’t react at all to the word ‘trial.’

He’s just worried about me.

‘Let’s take today’s events to the grave.’

Today I broke a very important promise.

Yeom Juwan and I must not sacrifice ourselves for each other. We promised to die on the same day at the same time.

I can’t let it be discovered that I broke that promise.

‘Let’s talk to Junhwi about the mastermind tomorrow too.’

It’s better to keep lies consistent.

I don’t remember anything, but I’ll have a dream tonight. Then tomorrow morning, I’ll exercise my fortune-teller powers for the first time in a while and bring up the mastermind and courtroom.

While I was organizing my official position like that, we arrived at the dorm.

“W-we’ll get off here too!”

“Thank you!”

Seong Hayul and Han Boram said they’d visit my room too.

We all got out and entered the dorm building, where people were waiting for us in the lobby.

Gyeon Junhwi, Ki Hyeonmin, and… Min Dorim.

“Why is sunbae here?”

“Me? These two were pacing around like expectant fathers waiting for a birth. I figured our dorm bomb caused trouble.”

Min Dorim gestured toward Gyeon Junhwi and Ki Hyeonmin.

My babies!!! Were you worried about me? Were you anxious because I met the mastermind alone?

Honestly… mm, I’m happy.

“Nothing happened?”

“Yep!”

“……”

Both Gyeon Junhwi and Ki Hyeonmin didn’t believe me at all. But since the location was what it was, they seemed to have decided to ask for details later.

“How about staying at Boram’s tonight?”

“That would be good.”

Gyeon Junhwi and Ki Hyeonmin simultaneously told me to sleep elsewhere. We’re in different dorm buildings, so it seemed they wanted me to spend the night in the same building just in case.

“No, sleep here. Tell Han Boram to come over.”

On the other hand, Yeom Juwan told me to stay in the 2nd dorm. Because that way we’d be in the same building.

“Yeom Juwan can stay in my room.”

“If you’re doing that, both of you come to my room.”

“I’m more familiar with that side’s layout.”

A debate broke out over where to put Yeon Sora for the night… when suddenly a third party’s voice rang out.

“What are you doing? Playing hot potato with the bomb?”

Min Dorim laughed heartily, then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled something. After finishing, he held the paper out to me.

[Yeon Sora you XX, attempted murder of a classmate, a X like you in the same dorm…]

The paper contained sharp insults about me. The last line even had a threat to blow up my room.

What is this, I thought, tilting my head, when Min Dorim grinned.

“Yeon Sora, a threatening letter arrived for you.”

You’re the one who wrote it.

“If I leave this and problems arise later, it becomes my responsibility, so as dorm head I’m telling you: Today, no—until the weekend, stay in the guest room. During that time, we’ll do a bomb inspection of your room.”

The guest rooms are located on the dorm’s top floor. They’re used when occasional visitors come by.

Min Dorim crossed his arms and gestured at our entire group.

“Clearly whoever did this is targeting your gang, so I’m locking all of you in the guest rooms. Does this work?”

He’d realized we all wanted to be together and was abusing his dorm head authority to accommodate us.

“Don’t cause any trouble, then!”

Min Dorim turned and exited with a flourish.

* * *

At that time.

A chilly conversation was taking place in the chairwoman’s office.

“Given the gravity of the matter, I’ve been very generous, but I didn’t expect you to repay my goodwill this way.”

“I apologize. The guild’s survival was at stake, so I got emotional.”

Bang Haeun’s father. The one called Astaroth by the cult narrowed his brow.

‘Still, it’s fortunate I made a backup plan.’

This morning, he’d realized Bang Haeun was alive and massacred a unit of Hwarang Guild. Then he’d requested an investigation, claiming hostile forces targeting Hwarang Guild had simultaneously attacked his daughter.

He’d created justification in advance so even somewhat aggressive methods would be acceptable.

“Then I’ll take my daughter and leave.”

“I cannot permit that either.”

“She’s my daughter.”

“If the guild master’s words are true, Hwarang Guild is currently under attack. This place is safer. Above all, Cadet Bang Haeun is experiencing mysterious bleeding and will die if forcibly moved.”

Astaroth reluctantly nodded.

His wife would have erased the memory anyway. Bang Haeun was now a useless existence.

“Understood.”

“I’ll personally escort you to the dock.”

The chairwoman stuck by Astaroth’s side until he left Yeouido. She was monitoring to ensure he didn’t slip elsewhere.

Only after boarding the ferry could Astaroth converse with another person.

“Why did the chairwoman come?”

“Until I checked, there was no sign the chairwoman would come.”

“Useless fool. Can you call yourself a future reader with those skills?”

Astaroth’s criticism poured onto the prescient.

But the prescient wore a smile.

“Still, wasn’t I helpful?”

“……”

The prescient had delivered Yeon Sora to Astaroth.

Without his help, bringing Yeon Sora to the courtroom would have been impossible.

Of course, the prescient hadn’t helped out of pure goodwill either.

“As promised, I helped you. So tell me.”

Astaroth was one who’d received the Authority of the archdemon Astaroth.

God of criticism and interrogation. One called the father of death row inmates—he wielded a demon’s power.

He was the mastermind most specialized in extracting information.

That person had met Yeon Sora directly.

“What did you learn?”

“……”

The prescient asked again, but Astaroth didn’t open his mouth.