Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 186

After my conversation.

Hyeonmin couldn’t hide his agitation. He spent a long time spacing out while looking out the window, and when getting off the bus, he even missed the step because he wasn’t watching the stairs.

‘My baby, you were really shocked, huh?’

For Hyeonmin, who’d only done solo activities, ‘I’ll follow you even in death’ must have been too stimulating a statement.

But Hyeonmin also needs to gradually get used to group activities now.

“Ki Hyeonmin! Are you okay?”

Juwan ran over in surprise at Hyeonmin’s misstep. Having received private tutoring from the regressor, he realized how nonsensical this was.

Juwan forcibly supported the perfectly-walking Hyeonmin while pouring out numerous questions.

“Are you feeling unwell? Is there a problem with your sense of balance? Could it be… an injury? Or stamina issues?”

“I’m fine.”

“Just now, you almost fell? Not anyone else, but you?”

“I was briefly lost in thought.”

The interrogation continued for a while after that, but Hyeonmin stubbornly insisted there was no status ailment. Then Juwan turned his gaze toward me.

Numerous suspicions swimming in his orange pupils. Eyes saying ‘Surely not, right? Sora, you didn’t do something, did you?’

“Juwan, just a moment….”

I grabbed Juwan’s sleeve and moved to a reasonably private location. Then—

“Actually, the thing is….”

I laid out all the circumstances without hiding anything.

I gave my Life+1 pill to Hyeonmin, said I’d revive and become a leech if I died, then Hyeonmin’s condition became strange, he’s probably flustered because he’s unfamiliar with Misery, but this is a type of insurance, etc.

After rambling through everything, I arrived at the most important closing section.

“So Juwan! Give your pill to Hyeonmin too!”

“?”

“If I die and become a zombie, you have to become a zombie too! We promised to do set activities, right?”

“Ah…!”

Juwan, who’d only been blinking his persimmon eyes while listening to me, smiled brightly. I took this opportunity to extend my pinky finger to remind him of the contract.

“Our living route and afterlife route must be the same! No matter what!”

“Right.”

After hooking fingers with me, Juwan immediately ran to Hyeonmin.

I observed their conversation remotely. The moment Juwan held out the pill, I saw Hyeonmin’s shoulder muscles contract. Hyeonmin was agitated again.

‘Is this too stimulating too?’

At times like this, volume tactics are the answer. Stimulation dulls the more you get used to it!

I immediately scurried over to Boram.

“Boram, I know a good insurance policy….”

Persuasion wasn’t difficult. At the mention of <Insurance so we absolutely don’t separate even if we die>, Boram even hopped around.

“C-cool! I-I want to do it too!”

“But there might be side effects. According to Go Daesik, if you die and come back, there’s a high chance you’ll become a zombie, you know?”

“Z-zombies are good! Zombies always t-travel with friends!”

“Right! That’s exactly it!”

After sending Boram to Hyeonmin too and selecting the next target—

“What are you trying to do now?”

Junhwi blocked my path. Is it because the election ended? He’s wearing an ordinary mind-shaking smile rather than a smile encouraging national betrayal.

“Well, actually….”

I wet my lips and tried to sell the zombie insurance, but Junhwi executed ‘no thanks’ in just two sentences.

“Your hand.”

What he placed in my hand was the <Promise Orb>. Using this item prevents others from eavesdropping on conversations. When I displayed question marks, Junhwi tilted his head 30 degrees.

“Rather than that, could you help Seong Hayul?”

Seong Hayul was crouched alone in a corner, pitifully rolling pebbles. Her shoulders are drooping, her hands are limp, and her pupils are completely unfocused.

‘What’s wrong with her now?’

Her condition is completely out of it. Today, this precious talent who has to act as fake-Sora is like that!

“Don’t worry! I’ll fix her!”

“It’s not that, she said she has absolutely no confidence acting like you….”

“Yep! I’ll thoroughly pass on tips too!”

I’m not a professional actor either, but as an impersonator, I perform numerous acts in daily life. I should be able to give some advice at least.

And so began the impromptu acting instruction session.

“Acting is all about method! Just think ‘I am Yeon Sora’!”

“I can’t do it….”

But Seong Hayul is really strange today.

Her spirit is completely drained. At times like this, it’s effort!

Strategy 1: Whipping.

“Such weak statements before even starting are unacceptable! Just do it!”

“I said I can’t!”

“Don’t think, just do it!”

“How can I do what I can’t!”

“Shush! That’s thinking!”

I whipped her for a while but saw no improvement. Therefore, I quickly discarded the ineffective strategy and moved to the next.

Strategy 2: Dangling the carrot.

“What’s the problem? Tell this unnie?”

When I asked gently, Seong Hayul rolled another pebble while answering gloomily.

“I… can’t understand your mental world at all.”

“Aha! So ‘I can’t’ wasn’t ‘I don’t want to’?”

I misunderstood.

It wasn’t a motivation problem.

“Apart from not wanting to… how am I supposed to do something I don’t even know? I can’t even start.”

Meaning she can’t grasp it because she can’t do character analysis of Yeon Sora! I just need to tell her.

“It’s easy. Just think ‘I’m going to die anyway, so let me do everything I want before I die.'”

“Does that make sense? If it’s your death day, you’d have even more to do!”

“What else would you do when you’re dying?”

“I’d have to organize my shares, and since there’d be problems with succession structure, write a will too….”

Ah, right. You’re a chaebol’s daughter?

First I need to make her put down that sense of responsibility….

‘That’s impossible!’

I can’t change someone’s environment and personality in 10 minutes. At times like this, I need tricks, not straightforward methods.

Fortunately, Yeon Sora had a scam item with steady demand.

“Just smile. If you smile, anyone can tell it’s Yeon Sora, right?”

“……!”

Strategy 3: Yeon Sora eye-level education!

Actually, there’s nothing particular to teach. I just told her to cross her arms and smile… but Seong Hayul objected even here.

“What do I say while smiling?”

“Anything. If nothing comes to mind, just become a parrot.”

“Does that work?”

“Does that work?”

When I demonstrated on the spot, Seong Hayul immediately understood. Then now it’s practical training.

“Okay, you try!”

“Try it?”

“Shush! Why are you tensing your brows while smiling!”

“Why would I tense them?”

“Hey! And why are you rolling your eyes? You look like you’re reading the room!”

“When did I read the room?”

But surprisingly, this isn’t easy either.

Round and round back to Strategy 1: Whipping.

“Straighten your shoulders! Confidently!”

“How can I be confident when I haven’t done anything?”

“Shush! Stop thinking! You’re a nobody! Important things should be left to others anyway—whoever leaves it to you is at fault! You’re just a parrot who only needs to smile!”

I’ll have to properly transform her to know for sure, but I’m very anxious. Seong Hayul has surprisingly strong sense of responsibility, you know?

‘Unnecessarily smart head too.’

If I let my guard down even slightly, she starts discussing proper methods for distributing social responsibility as a member of society, which is troublesome.

‘How do I overcome this obstacle….’

I was holding my head when there was no more time to worry.

“Second group! Move to the Lift!”

Because I heard the teaching assistant’s voice.

We’d been waiting because the Lift going upstairs has a capacity limit of 50 people, and before we knew it, it was our turn.

“You know the precautions, right? Get off the Lift within 20 seconds of descending!”

When we obediently entered the space shaped like a circular plaza as instructed, green light burst from the edges.

Whooooom—

After a brief blackout—

My vision reset along with hologram windows.

[You have entered 10F]

The 10th floor setting is the ancient Ethiopian Kingdom.

Basically a stone mountain region, but plants grow well too, creating an exotic environment with an oasis feel.

But right now, I can’t see the surrounding scenery.

“Th-there are lots of security personnel.”

Because dozens of security personnel are surrounding us.

They’re all dressed like SWAT teams. Black bulletproof vests, black helmets, even large black guns.

Their appearance is intimidating, making my shoulders shrink involuntarily.

“We’ll escort you to the practice location.”

A faceless security guard spoke through the helmet, and we obediently moved under the special forces’ guidance. Anxious murmuring fills the cadets.

“It’s because of the terrorists, right?”

“Right, they’re trying to protect us….”

Yeah, you don’t know.

The 10th floor manager is a mastermind. These security personnel are all the mastermind’s subordinates. Thinking of it that way makes my legs tremble.

‘We have to… find treasure while fighting a war, breaking through this iron defense, on the mastermind’s home ground?’

It looks impossible at first glance… but we have to somehow manage it.

Pull yourself together!

* * *

Same time.

Operation headquarters within the practice zone.

“They just arrived on the 10th floor and will enter the waiting area in 33 minutes. Publicly, we’ve attached 50 escorts, with an additional 70 priests wearing invisibility helmets forming a secondary perimeter….”

Someone smiled satisfactorily while receiving the subordinate’s report. Bang Haeun’s father and the 10th floor manager, Astaroth.

“I’ll say it again, but this is an ‘attack,’ not an ‘accident.’ Leave only three or four survivors, and make sure to show them the ‘Antithesis’ mark.”

“Yes, we’ll follow orders!”

“You may go.”

With one wave of his hand, the subordinate obediently withdrew. Only after hearing the door close did Astaroth laugh heartily.

“Should I thank that bastard Ha Seonwoo?”

Killing cadets is easy. The problem is cleanup.

If a massacre occurs, they’ll hold the 10th floor manager responsible, so he had to somehow disguise it as an ‘accident.’ He’d been wracking his brain trying to create a plausible accident that would kill dozens of people….

“Terrorism! How can I be this grateful!”

Now he could attack freely and blame this entire massacre on ‘Antithesis.’ And that’s not all.

“Ha Seonwoo said Antithesis are bastards who even broke the Ten Major Powers’ safety barriers. It’s not strange that a small guild like ours can’t stop them! Hasn’t he fallen into his own trap! Kekeke!”

Just when Astaroth forgot his dignity and laughed frivolously, the prescient poured cold water.

“That plan will fail.”

If another mastermind had been here, ‘Again Sora’ jokes would have run rampant.

Astaroth would’ve joined them in pointing fingers and ridiculing the prescient, but now that just the two remained, it was different.

“Yeon Sora again?”

Because Astaroth is someone who directly experienced Yeon Sora. There was an ominous premonition that if Yeon Sora interfered, any strategy would come to nothing.

“We must kill Yeon Sora.”

The prescient’s voice was calm, but his facial muscles were twitching unnaturally.

“For the future ahead, Yeon Sora must be eliminated. She’ll surely revive like a weed, so we must directly uproot and burn her. To prevent those ashes from reviving, divide them into 3,000 pieces and imprison each in dark basement cells….”

While the prescient listed out Yeon Sora’s postmortem treatment methods one by one, Astaroth scrunched his face and sharpened his fingernails.

‘Does he think I’m not killing her because I don’t want to!’

He wanted to immediately peel off that impudent face and tear the skin texture into strips like jerky. The finger that dared point at him should be pulverized smaller than fine dust.

He also needed to pull out that worthless mouth that spouted things like ‘family education is the problem’ and thresh the teeth one by one like plucking corn kernels.

If only he could.

‘Why can’t I kill that weak bitch!’

Actually… Astaroth also knew the reason.

Despite being a freshman, Yeon Sora casually exchanged words with Ha Seonwoo who leads the Big 4 Guilds, the academy chairwoman, and others.

Yeon Sora’s biorhythms and location were tracked in real-time, and the bastard Professor Ban who made that device was immune to the masterminds’ mental attacks. Because he’s one of those professors obsessed with research.

Moreover, Yeon Sora was the academy’s top clown. Too many eyes were watching closely, wondering ‘what will that crazy girl do today?’ All of them were potential witnesses, so he couldn’t move rashly.

‘This mosquito-like bitch!’

Not content with being a filthy pest, she’d lost all fear. A vulgar insect that buzzes annoyingly by your ear as if provoking. A repulsive existence that dares suck blood if you let your guard down.

Just the fact that Yeon Sora was breathing filled him with rage, but until now he could somehow endure it.

Today, because she walked into his territory with her own feet. But….

“My plan will fail?”

“That’s correct.”

“I can’t even kill Yeon Sora!”

“My apologies, but that’s correct.”

CRACK!

The armrest of the wooden chair Astaroth was gripping shattered. He pulled out the splinters embedded in his hand while asking in a voice barely suppressing rage.

“You’ve only repeated failures until now. Is there a reason I should believe those words now?”

“Lord Astaroth, you should know. That I didn’t fail due to incompetence.”

Yeon Sora shattered Astaroth’s Authority and escaped from the courtroom. That day remained intensely in his mind like a trauma.

He absolutely cannot understand with his head. He doesn’t know how it was even possible. That chilling sensation of the world turning upside down.

PSSSHHHHH!

The chair’s opposite armrest was pulverized. The object that was once wood instantly became powder and scattered everywhere.

“But there’s no need to be too disappointed.”

The prescient brushed off the white powder on his sleeve while speaking. A sneer hung at the corner of his mouth.

“There is one method. I’ve realized the principle of the power Yeon Sora possesses.”