Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 182

Ki Hyeonmin and Gyeon Junhwi were currently experiencing a clash of opinions. Because Ki Hyeonmin opposed Gyeon Junhwi’s strategy.

The two of them had forcibly put Yeon Sora and the other team members to sleep this dawn and held a strategy meeting. At that time, the plan Gyeon Junhwi shared was as follows:

— We’ll split the team into two. A war group and a treasure-hunting group. While the war group ties up the mastermind’s eyes and feet, the treasure-hunting group finds the sacred object and returns.

It was a type of distraction operation.

While Ki Hyeonmin lured the mastermind, the other team members would secretly find the treasure—this was the basic outline.

There was a reason for devising such an operation.

— The fact that the goddess’s sacred object still remains in the Tower means the mastermind doesn’t know about its existence yet. It’s better to hide it as long as possible.

Ki Hyeonmin agreed up to this point, but the problem was what came next.

— Which group will Yeon Sora be assigned to?

— The treasure-hunting group, of course. She’s an essential person for finding the sacred object.

— I can’t agree to that. Leave Yeon Sora behind.

If they executed this operation, Yeon Sora would have to act separately from Ki Hyeonmin. He couldn’t vote for such an operation.

‘No matter what happens, I can’t let Yeon Sora die.’

For Ki Hyeonmin, Yeon Sora was already more than a prophet. She was the swallow that brought numerous gifts, the goddess’s manifestation who conveyed the Tower’s will. An indispensable person for saving the world.

Yeon Sora leaving his line of sight during war? That was nonsense.

— What if we can’t get the sacred object?

— We can go after the war ends.

— By that time, security personnel will have entered too, making secret operations difficult, won’t they?

— We can temporarily take away their consciousness.

— That’s at least 50 people. If such a mass fainting incident occurs, it’ll be the first story on the 9 o’clock news…

— I can’t send Yeon Sora.

— Huff, let’s talk about this again later.

No matter what persuasion Gyeon Junhwi attempted, Ki Hyeonmin was firm, and ultimately the dawn meeting ended without producing any results.

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And now.

Two hours before the war.

Gyeon Junhwi had pulled out the Yeon Sora-Chaos theory for his final persuasion attempt.

“Yeon Sora might be someone who reads the will of the chaos goddess, Chaos.”

Yeon Sora and Chaos.

The moment he heard that combination, Ki Hyeonmin felt a strange sense of relief.

‘So that was it.’

Because it explained Yeon Sora’s strange desires and behavior, which diverged from ordinary humans. However, another problem arose.

“If the goddess is Chaos, I can’t predict at all what results a collision between the mastermind and Yeon Sora will produce. So rather than that, it’s better to check now.”

Gyeon Junhwi’s operation had become considerably bolder.

Not only was he exposing Yeon Sora to danger, he was saying they should watch for a while even if the mastermind attacked Yeon Sora.

“A small collision now is better than a major collision in the future. The mastermind is still off guard. If we obtain data here, we can predict future outcomes, so it’s safer in the long term.”

Gyeon Junhwi’s theory was valid, but…

“Yeon Sora is off-limits.”

When it came to Yeon Sora, negotiation was impossible.

“……”

Confirming Ki Hyeonmin’s firmness, Gyeon Junhwi smiled strangely. Just when it seemed he’d given up on persuasion, he made an unexpected proposal.

“Then let’s have Yeon Sora decide. Whether to stay with the war group or go with the treasure-hunting group.”

He’d handed the decision-making power to Yeon Sora.

It meant Yeon Sora would determine the war strategy against the mastermind.

“That’s not possible.”

“Isn’t it right for her to decide her own matters?”

“Yeon Sora has no survival instinct. She can’t consider her own safety.”

“If that’s also her own choice, we should respect it.”

“That’s not possible. Yeon Sora’s life takes priority.”

Ki Hyeonmin narrowed his eyes and made his final statement.

“I can’t gamble with Yeon Sora’s life.”

His voice had dropped a tone and even carried a sense of intimidation. However, Gyeon Junhwi chuckled and delivered a cutting remark.

“Being with Yeon Sora is always a gamble.”

“……”

“Suppose we don’t split up and act as one team. Will Yeon Sora really stay put? Isn’t there absolutely zero possibility she’ll run outside, shake a tambourine while shouting ‘please try killing me’ to the mastermind?”

“……”

His stomach seemed to turn. Because Yeon Sora already had a track record. Thinking of her repeating what she’d done in front of the twin teaching assistants during the war made his head spin.

“Just make it so she can’t move.”

“Well, will that really work?”

“……”

“This world is strangely kind to Yeon Sora.”

Gyeon Junhwi smiled bitterly, then tossed a toy toward Ki Hyeonmin. It was a small rubber duck for floating in bathtubs.

“She said she needed to extract Medusa’s Blood and brought this. When I appraised it, it was an S-grade blood collector… do you know where she got it?”

“…That was coincidence. Yeon Sora also stores temple walls in her inventory.”

“That coincidence is the problem. When Yeon Sora desperately wants something, strange coincidences activate. She proudly calls it a luck stat herself.”

“……”

“If Yeon Sora truly wants to escape, can we really stop her?”

“……”

He couldn’t refute it.

Even if he pressure-pointed Yeon Sora, fed her sleeping potions strong enough to knock out an elephant, bound her and locked her in the basement… he couldn’t shake the ominous premonition that she’d somehow slip out and become a pied piper heading for the cliff.

But Ki Hyeonmin barely clung to hope.

“If I ask… she might listen. Yeon Sora also… has times when she’s reasonable.”

“Ah, reason….”

Gyeon Junhwi snorted softly. It wasn’t ridicule. It was somewhere desolate yet powerless… a self-mocking laugh.

“You know Russian roulette?”

Gyeon Junhwi muttered quietly while spinning the cylinder of the revolver he’d been fiddling with.

Whirrrrrr— Click!

He pulled the trigger, but no bullet emerged. A thick shadow had already settled over Gyeon Junhwi’s face.

“She might endure the first or second time. But… the danger doesn’t evaporate. It’s safe now, but the probability of it firing next is 20%.”

Click!

“After that, 25%.”

Click!

“33%.”

Click!

“50%.”

Click!

“And inevitably…”

BANG!

The rubber bullet’s firing sound echoed into Ki Hyeonmin’s bones. He didn’t take Gyeon Junhwi’s words at face value, but…

‘Was that it?’

He instinctively understood why he felt anxious the quieter Yeon Sora became.

“There’s only one way to prevent Yeon Sora from having a major blowup.”

“……”

While Ki Hyeonmin gulped and waited for what would come next, Gyeon Junhwi recovered the rubber bullet and continued the Russian roulette.

However, this time it was a slightly different type of roulette.

Whirrrrrr— Click!

Whirrrrrr— Click!

He pulled the trigger once, then spun the cylinder to reset it.

This way, there was no data whatsoever. It was completely impossible to predict when the bullet would emerge. Everything had to be left purely to luck.

Gyeon Junhwi wore a gloomy smile again.

“Even if it looks unstable, this is safer. No matter how many attempts, the risk is 17%. Numbers don’t lie….”

The gaze of Gyeon Junhwi, who lowered his head, held no confidence. It almost felt like he was trying to convince himself rather than Ki Hyeonmin.

‘He’s struggling too.’

Paradoxically, Gyeon Junhwi’s melancholy increased his credibility. Because Ki Hyeonmin unconsciously felt a sense of shared suffering.

“Huff….”

Gyeon Junhwi, who’d been looking at the ground with a gloomy face, exhaled a sigh and slowly turned his head. Then he smiled slightly while looking at the traces drawn on the ground.

“Time’s up.”

The blue line drawn on the floor was fading. This was a noise-canceling magic circle he’d drawn to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Now let’s make a decision. I want to let Yeon Sora choose herself. If she wants to treasure hunt, let her do it, and if she wants to participate in the war, permit that too.”

“……”

“Ki Hyeonmin, I’d like you to respect Yeon Sora’s choice as well. Of course, you could forcibly stop her, but….”

Gyeon Junhwi tapped the revolver. It was a reminder that forcing her with coercive means would cause bigger problems.

Nod.

Ki Hyeonmin was unconsciously moving his head up and down when it happened. Gyeon Junhwi made a small mistake.

“Then I’ll take that as agreement?”

He’d asked the question one beat too early.

It was just 1 second. A small time difference, but Gyeon Junhwi’s impatience was revealed. Ordinarily, people wouldn’t have noticed and let it pass, but—

‘The flow changed.’

Ki Hyeonmin wasn’t an ordinary person.

For a regressor with extremely keen senses, this was like stepping onto a moving walkway while walking on flat ground.

Warning lights went off in Ki Hyeonmin’s mind.

‘There’s something else.’

Calmly rewinding the conversation they’d just had, Ki Hyeonmin found the problematic section.

— Let Yeon Sora choose.

This was misdirection. From what he’d observed so far, Gyeon Junhwi never handed the steering wheel to others. There was no way he’d leave the war strategy against the mastermind to Yeon Sora.

‘He must be confident.’

Gyeon Junhwi was certain. That Yeon Sora would follow his will. In fact, Yeon Sora followed Gyeon Junhwi’s words to a strange degree.

However.

There was a part Gyeon Junhwi was overlooking.

— I’ll absolutely never leave just one person behind.

He could still clearly see Yeon Sora’s appearance that day.

Such spirit that even Ki Hyeonmin was overwhelmed.

The fact that Yeon Sora manifested such firm will was still unbelievable… but it had actually happened.

When he first heard that statement, Ki Hyeonmin was shaken. To a regressor who’d borne everything alone for countless years, it was too stimulating a line.

For a moment, he wondered if his regression had been discovered, but after regaining his composure and analyzing it, a completely different interpretation emerged.

‘Yeon Sora has a severe separation disorder.’

This was a misunderstanding only Ki Hyeonmin, who’d monitored Yeon Sora 24/7 in close proximity, could make. The obsession of a devoted reader toward her bias looked sufficiently pathological, after all.

‘Normally, Yeon Sora follows Gyeon Junhwi’s words. But….’

The choice she had to make now was different.

Against the backdrop of war, would they split into two teams, or unite as one team?

After much deliberation, Ki Hyeonmin placed his bet.

“Understood. I’ll also follow Yeon Sora’s decision.”

* * *

Same time. A distant cave.

Someone was being oppressed, surrounded by many.

“Fuck, what the hell is this bastard even doing?”

“Weren’t you supposed to be able to see the near future!”

“It’s not like we’re asking you to predict victory or defeat—just tell us when and where the match will take place! You can’t even do that?”

The man desperately shaking his pendulum couldn’t understand this situation at all.

Because this was the first time he couldn’t extract even a single piece of information from the future just one or two hours away.

“This might be a case where Fate has intervened….”

KRAAAASH!

“Keep yapping, will you?”

“Who told you to divine the world’s future? You claim to be prescient but can’t even get a single freshman assignment right?”

“Hey, should we just dunk him?”

It wasn’t lack of ability.

If an ordinary person had possessed someone, by now they could predict the near future with fairly high accuracy.

In fact… at this point two hours before the war, the strategy still not being decided was rather strange.

Two factors played a major role in this situation.

One, Yeon Sora’s outsourcing system.

Two, Gyeon Junhwi and Ki Hyeonmin’s restraint of each other.

Yeon Sora, who could exert the greatest influence, had outsourced all matters about the future, and her two biases were restraining each other and ultimately returning the choice back to Yeon Sora.

Since Yeon Sora didn’t know this fact, it was an extremely rare case where the future couldn’t emerge at all.

However, no one knew this truth. Not Yeon Sora, not Gyeon Junhwi, not Ki Hyeonmin, and not the other person who read the future either.

‘Damn it….’

Ever since Yeon Sora possessed someone, being a prescient had become an extreme profession.