Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 33

Yeom Juwan had grabbed my wrist and was moving at a terrifying pace.

He seemed to be looking for a quiet space, but every door handle he tried—this room, the next room—was locked.

“Juwan, is something wrong?”

“……”

“Are you angry?”

“……”

Our Juwan, who’d always shown me a gentle face, was now radiating an aura of pure irritation.

Even though he was still in his cute version, the presence he gave off was no joke.

If he’s this intimidating now, what will he be like when he’s fully grown?

I’m looking forward to it.

‘But what’s got my baby so upset?’

Because I messed with Baek Hyeonjung?

But Sangrang Guild is going to be dismantled by Gyeon Junhwi within the year, so the risk isn’t that high… not that I could explain that.

What excuse should I give?

Click—

On the ninth attempt, he found an unlocked room.

A peculiar space with thick iron plates lining the walls and candle lighting instead of fluorescent bulbs.

I was curious what this room was used for, but now wasn’t the time to ask.

Yeom Juwan was glaring at me with blazing eyes.

“What were you thinking?”

His entire body radiated anger, but his voice didn’t match.

It was the voice of someone desperately trying to restrain his fury.

“Do you not remember what you went through because of that? You’ve been careful for ten years! You barely even smile at home, so why are you suddenly acting like this?”

Only then did I realize why Yeom Juwan was upset.

He wasn’t angry.

He was worried.

‘That makes sense.’

Thanks to the memories downloading successfully, I had a decent grasp of the original Yeon Sora’s past.

Yeon Sora had been misunderstood her whole life because of her smiling face, and was often bullied because of it.

Thanks to Yeom Juwan protecting her well, physical violence had only happened once—but that trauma was what turned her expressionless, according to the setting.

So when someone like that openly unleashed her smile in front of the entire student body, of course Yeom Juwan would be worried.

‘How can this kid be so sweet?’

My baby, I told you—if you keep being that adorable, this noona’s going to get diabetes and won’t be able to save the world!

“You did that on purpose so you wouldn’t win the student council election, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You were talking about that with the dorm head this morning.”

Come to think of it, Min Dorim was giving me advice when Yeom Juwan was there too. He knows I’m desperately trying to avoid joining the student council.

“Are you scared of taking on a position with responsibility?”

It’s less about being scared and more about it being problematic.

That seat belongs to my bias, you know.

“Do you not have confidence?”

Yeah, the mastermind is crazy strong and smart.

I don’t have the confidence to do it as well as Gyeon Junhwi.

I just want to support from the sidelines and cheer him on.

“Or is it that you’re afraid the new people approaching you will bully you… so you’re putting up distance first?”

Hm?

“Are you scared of people getting close to you?”

My baby has completely misunderstood.

He seems to think Yeon Sora pulled this stunt because of trauma.

“You don’t have to… be trapped by the past anymore.”

Yeom Juwan forced a smile.

A smile so lonely and desolate it made my heart ache.

Like the last surviving tree in a dying oasis.

“Everything is different from back then. There’s no one who can bully you anymore. You’re not weak anymore.”

What is this?

His voice is steady, but…

“You don’t need me to protect you anymore—you’re stronger than me now. So have courage and take the student council position. I believe you can do it.”

This was the reason for his intimacy drop.

For the past twelve years, Yeom Juwan had played the role of a knight protecting Yeon Sora.

And right now, at this very moment, he was tendering his resignation.

‘But why does he look like that?’

There was no sign of relief.

Those pitiful eyes.

The corners of his mouth, forcibly pulled upward, were painful to look at.

And that lingering emotion at the end of his words.

This wasn’t a retirement he wanted.

I was certain.

If that’s the case, then there’s only one thing I need to do.

【Opening Destruction Prevention TO DO List.txt】

…

☐ End the frustrating melodrama with Yeom Juwan once and for all!

➝ Let’s sort out this absurd situation where Yeom Juwan gets more anxious the more Yeon Sora rises!

There was a perfect analogy for this situation—what was it again?

Ah, that! Iron Man’s bodyguard!

It’s like the frail boss you used to protect every day suddenly becoming a superhero overnight. A laser-blasting munchkin doesn’t need a bodyguard anymore.

Yeom Juwan was lamenting his own inadequacy and reluctantly handing in his resignation.

Fortunately, this was a problem I’d anticipated, so I’d already prepared a solution.

“That’s not it. Juwan, listen carefully.”

I looked directly into Yeom Juwan’s persimmon-colored eyes.

“I’m only telling you this… my ability is a lie.”

“What do you mean?”

“On the awakening test day, how many times did you use your skill?”

That day, Yeom Juwan had fired at least ten fireballs.

They were weaker than mine, but greater in number.

I needed to emphasize that.

“I can only use my skill once.”

“What are you talking about? That day, you…”

“I drank potions, remember? On my own power, one shot is all I get.”

It wasn’t a lie.

My skill-copying ability costs 10 mana per use. My total mana capacity is 10.

Therefore, after using a skill once, I’m completely empty.

I plan to work on expanding my mana tank going forward. But that’s not something that grows overnight, so I’ll be stuck like this for a while.

“Everyone says I’m an incredible ability user with amazing potential. But here’s the thing—no matter how amazing a skill is, if you can only use it once? Is that really being strong?”

“……”

“Everyone’s overestimating me.”

This was how to keep Iron Man’s bodyguard from leaving.

Yes, I’m a munchkin, true.

But the suit’s battery is dead, so I can only fire the super beam once?

Doesn’t that mean I still need a bodyguard?

Of course, there’s a logical flaw in my argument.

Saying I can only get stronger with potions also means that with potions, I am a munchkin.

Mana potions aren’t exactly rare—money solves everything.

To keep Yeom Juwan from noticing that, I hurried on.

“My weakness will be exposed soon enough. Once I start taking classes, it’ll be obvious. Then people will be disappointed on their own and might even get angry at me for ‘deceiving’ them. If I were just an ordinary student, it would blow over as a passing episode. But… what if I joined the student council because of this ability?”

“……”

“Then there’s no recovering from that. That’s why I can’t join the student council.”

It wasn’t a lie.

Not 100% the truth, but there was no falsehood in it.

“Haah… so that’s what it was.”

Yeom Juwan let out a small sigh.

Not a worried sigh—a relieved one.

The dying oasis had come back to life, green and flourishing.

“If you had worries like that, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I know, right. I’m sorry.”

I’d known Yeom Juwan had been feeling down since the awakening. I kept thinking he’d get over it with time… then got so caught up in Tower sightseeing and the thrill of possession that I’d put my baby’s mental welfare on the back burner.

I’d committed a punishable offense.

Time to reflect.

“I’m sorry too.”

“What are you apologizing for, Juwan?”

“I kept going out to train. You probably couldn’t find the right moment to tell me even if you wanted to.”

Why is my baby the one apologizing?

Never blaming others and shouldering all responsibility himself—that’s so like my Juwan.

“I’m sorry for making you deal with it alone.”

“No! I’m the one who was wrong.”

“From now on, if you have important worries like this, you tell me no matter what. If I’m distracted by something else, drag me away and tell me anyway. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Promise?”

Suddenly, Yeom Juwan held out his pinky finger.

A pubescent pretty boy who just entered high school, making a pinky promise?

This really is inside a novel.

It hit me anew that I’d actually entered a piece of content.

“Hurry up, promise.”

My Juwan, why are you so cute!!!

If you’re going to be that cute, it makes me want to hook that finger and stuff you right into a sack!

“No more secrets between us from now on?”

“Huh?”

“What, do you have other secrets you can’t tell me?”

A whole pile of them.

First of all, I’m a possessor. I’m impersonating Yeon Sora, and my flame magic is copied from the level-99 ability you’ll use in the future.

Oh, and this world is going to be destroyed.

One of our classmates is a regressor, and another is a possessor.

…Not exactly things I could confess.

But with our pinkies locked, lying would weigh on my conscience.

“Sorry, I’ll try to tell you everything eventually.”

“That’s good enough.”

I’d hoped to leave it at that compromise, but Yeom Juwan just chuckled softly without pressing further and gently patted my head.

My baby, you knew I was struggling and stopped pushing!

What am I supposed to do with this level of consideration!

While I was getting run over all over again and struggling to recover, Yeom Juwan’s voice reached me.

“Huh? This is bad. It’s already 11 o’clock.”

“So?”

“Didn’t you see the announcement? Classes start at 11.”

In other words, we were late.

Normally there would be a class bell, but there was no speaker in this room, so we must have missed it. But wasn’t the bell supposed to be audible anywhere on campus?

“Let’s hurry.”

“Yeah!”

* * *

The banquet hall where the welcome party was held and the S-Class classroom were quite a distance apart.

Running, it would take about ten minutes—but since Yeon Sora’s body couldn’t run, we ended up being a full twenty minutes late.

When we arrived at the classroom, everyone was already seated, and a stern-looking adult man was shooting us an icy glare.

“Late on the first day, I see.”

“We’re sorry. We got lost…”

“Not knowing the way applies to every cadet here. Ten points deducted for both of you. Take your seats.”

There were plenty of empty seats in the classroom.

S-Class was a special class that only gathered S-rank potential students, so there weren’t many people.

The current enrollment was five, including me.

Me, Yeom Juwan, Gyeon Junhwi, Ki Hyeonmin, and Han Boram.

Gyeon Junhwi was sitting in the very front row.

Before I could even admire my baby #1’s brilliant and beautiful uniform look, Gyeon Junhwi sent me a warm eye-smile.

‘He smiled at me?’

When our eyes met at the auditorium earlier, he’d completely ignored me—but now he was being warm.

Maybe he’d seen the forum posts.

Yeon Sora walking the path of self-destruction was good news for Gyeon Junhwi.

“Ah!”

Han Boram, sitting next to Gyeon Junhwi, recognized me and her eyes went wide. Her eyes were already so big that if you tapped the back of her head, it looked like her eyeballs might roll right out.

Ki Hyeonmin, seated in the very back row, was expressionless. He wasn’t even looking my way.

“For the benefit of the new cadets, I’ll introduce myself again. I’m Professor Joo Minuk, in charge of S-Class for this year.”

<On the Brink of Destruction>’s academy had a peculiar system that was a hybrid of high school, military academy, and university. Here, all teachers including the homeroom teacher were called ‘professors.’

“I was in the middle of explaining the basic system here. Homeroom, end-of-day meetings, and classes exclusive to S-Class will be held in this classroom. The remaining subjects are held in different locations and are divided into required, major, and elective courses.”

Professor Joo was a character who’d never appeared in the illustrations.

He looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties, nearly 190 cm tall, with copper skin, gray hair cropped in a crew cut, and rugged muscles.

All of that matched the descriptions in the work… but there was one more important detail.

‘He’s handsome?’

Athletic types aren’t my preference, but this was handsomeness that transcended personal taste.

So this is what they call a fine middle-aged man.

Though his eyes are a bit scary.

Like he could kill someone with just a look.

“Required courses are necessary for advancement and graduation—you have no choice in those. For elective courses, take whatever you want. This week is the auditing period, so attend classes in fields that interest you and register next week.”

“Professor, I have a question.”

“Questions will be taken next week. Listening to explanations a hundred times won’t help as much as experiencing classes firsthand. If you still don’t understand after a week, ask then.”

Professor Joo had absolutely no talent for teaching through words.

His specialty was real combat.

Until just five years ago, he’d been an active hunter, a major figure who’d ranked in the nation’s top three.

When he suddenly announced his retirement and accepted a professorship at the academy, everyone had been puzzled.

He didn’t seem interested in teaching students at all.

“That’s it for homeroom. Since it’s the first day, there won’t be any formal classes. Instead, we’ll be conducting basic ability assessments. Change into your gym clothes and gather at the training grounds.”