Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 41

Who was Yoo Seoha?

Min Dorim’s unrequited love, and this year’s student council president!

Beauty? Check! Skills? Check! Wealth? Check! Character? Check!

She was my bias who lacked nothing.

‘Calm down, calm down. You’re not going there for fun, remember?’

Even I wasn’t shameless enough to go fangirling right after having a nightmare where all my babies were massacred.

【Opening Destruction Prevention TO DO List.txt】

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☐ Build intimacy with Yoo Seoha and level up.

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My skill copier could copy skills from biases ranked 1st through 5th.

But currently, the only skill I could practically use was flame magic from Yeom Juwan, who was ranked 3rd.

I had negative intimacy with Ki Hyeonmin and Gyeon Junhwi at 1st and 2nd, and 4th place was an exchange student who wouldn’t appear for a while.

To get stronger, I needed to get close to Yoo Seoha in 5th place.

Right, this wasn’t fangirling—it was for destruction prevention!

“Sora… haah… That place is really no good. The people there are all weird… Seriously, not a single normal person among them.”

“I don’t really believe rumors. You have to experience things yourself.”

“I’m speaking from experience…”

“How so?”

“My… flesh and blood is in there.”

The group stirred at the sudden confession.

“Flesh and blood? Who?”

“My mom’s daughter.”

“Your older sister is in that club?”

“Lee Hyojun, you have two older sisters. Which one?”

“The younger one right above me.”

Lee Hyojun’s sister was a Strategy and Tactics Club member?

No way….

“What’s her name?”

“Lee Hyorim.”

Lee Hyorim was a named supporting character.

A friend who was always with Yoo Seoha—she was the student council secretary and fellow club member.

So Lee Hyojun was Lee Hyorim’s little brother?

Now that I’d heard it, I wondered why I hadn’t noticed sooner.

Their names obviously shared the same character.

As expected, I really had no interest in anyone except my babies.

‘If he’s Lee Hyorim’s brother, then Lee Hyojun isn’t the subordinate.’

This was certain.

In the episode where student council members went out together, Lee Hyorim had appeared dressed in black mourning clothes.

When Gyeon Junhwi asked, she’d answered that she’d been dressed that way ever since her younger sibling’s death.

The subordinate survived the awakening test.

But Lee Hyojun died in the original.

Therefore, Lee Hyojun couldn’t be the subordinate.

“Sora, think about it again. If that monster is in that club, there’s no way it’s normal!”

Lee Hyojun was trying hard to dissuade me.

“That woman—she knew I was lactose intolerant and deliberately switched my soymilk for regular milk! Used a syringe to extract all the contents from the soymilk carton and injected milk mixed with soy powder back in! Isn’t that insane?”

That was just because Lee Hyorim had a strong experimental spirit.

“She also told me to get into the washing machine, saying it was a magic cave! Thank god Mom found me right away—otherwise I would’ve died!”

She did conduct some unusual experiments, but Lee Hyorim loved her little brother dearly.

That’s why she never took off her mourning clothes in the story.

“I want to check out this club.”

“Can I sit this one out? Seriously… I don’t want to come all this way just to see that woman…”

I couldn’t let Lee Hyojun go here.

As Gyeon Junhwi says, you have to make use of all your connections.

But his eyes looked so pitiful that my heart was wavering.

“Aw come on, Hyojun, let’s just go once!”

“Yeah, I want to meet your sister!”

“Without you, we’d get lost and wouldn’t be able to get around properly!”

Once again, peer pressure demonstrated its beautiful power, and Lee Hyojun reluctantly nodded.

“Fine. Really just… this once.”

* * *

The Strategy and Tactics Club hadn’t set up a promotional booth at the fair. The pamphlet said interested parties should come directly to the club room.

The moment we arrived at the club room on the top floor of the club building, some woman came running over.

“Poppyyy!!”

A beauty with navy-colored bobbed hair and glasses.

She was hugging Lee Hyojun and messing up his hair wildly.

“Poppy, did you come because you missed your noona?”

“Haah, we agreed you wouldn’t call me that at school!”

“You here to join, Poppy? I told you, even for my own brother, I can’t just hand you a spot.”

“Are you crazy? I brought a friend who wants to join.”

“So you’ve been playing guide dog? Which friend? Our little poopy puppy made lots of friends right after enrolling, huh?”

This felt completely different from the original.

Lee Hyorim was supposed to be an ice queen who brought Siberian winds wherever she went with Yoo Seoha…

Lee Hyojun, having finally shaken off Lee Hyorim, caught his breath and introduced me.

“Say hi. This is Yeon Sora. This monster here is Lee Hyorim.”

“Yeon Sora? The Yeon Sora who saved our little poopy puppy’s life?”

Lee Hyorim dashed over and grabbed both my hands tightly.

“A savior is more than welcome! Thank you for saving our poopy puppy when he almost died right after awakening!”

“Not at all. Hyojun helped me a lot too.”

“But is it true you’re under suspicion for attempted murder? I heard you almost killed someone during class?”

She was as blunt as in the original.

I wasn’t particularly flustered, but Lee Hyojun jumped up instead.

“Hey, you can’t just ask that so directly!”

“Why are you making such a fuss? I’m asking because I need to know.”

“Why would you need to know that?”

“Why else? If she tried to kill someone but handled it sloppily enough to get caught by the whole school, she’d be automatically disqualified without even needing an interview.”

That sentence was strange too.

The implication was that trying to kill someone was fine, but getting caught wasn’t.

“I wasn’t trying to kill him.”

“No? Then what were you trying to do?”

“I was trying to paralyze him. I didn’t know his heart would get paralyzed too.”

A huge smile spread across Lee Hyorim’s face.

“An overachiever! You pass!”

“What?”

“…Just kidding. Our president decides who passes. You’ll need to interview… Wait here!”

After Lee Hyorim left, I turned to Lee Hyojun.

“There’s an interview?”

An interview? This was news to me.

Other clubs were desperate to recruit members…

“Oh, the younger one mentioned it. They’re only accepting one new member this year.”

“So I might get rejected?”

This was a problem.

Yoo Seoha was an upperclassman, so we shared no classes.

The only opportunities to raise intimacy were the student council and clubs.

I’d given up the student council to Gyeon Junhwi, so I absolutely had to get into a club.

‘I don’t know much about what this place does though…’

The club name was Strategy and Tactics, so it must be related to strategy and tactics.

But I had no information beyond that.

Only Yoo Seoha’s student council activities were described in the story.

While I was pondering, Lee Hyorim returned.

“There’s a bit of a queue, so you’ll have to wait. I’ll show you around the club room in the meantime—follow me!”

* * *

The Strategy and Tactics Club room was a place where you could feel the power of capital.

Other clubs only got one room, but this place used an entire floor.

The first area Lee Hyorim showed us was the library.

Glass display cases were placed throughout, and inside them were things that looked like bamboo mats.

“What are these?”

“Aren’t they books? There’s writing on them.”

“Idiots, they’re bamboo slips.”

“What’s that?”

“The bamboo slip edition of The Art of War.”

Lee Hyorim explained with a proud smile.

“These are at least 1,500 years old. Over there are Six Secret Teachings and Three Strategies, plus a first edition of The Prince.”

“Aren’t these valuable?”

“The academy helped us borrow them temporarily. You need to see the first editions to avoid interpretation errors.”

“You read these directly?”

“One of our members has that kind of ability.”

Meaning there was a language-type ability user among the members.

That was an extremely rare ability…

“By the way, savior, what are you interested in? Tactical geography? War history analysis? Weaponry? Information strategy?”

It was Korean, but I didn’t really understand what it meant.

It all sounded very expert-level…

“I’m interested but don’t know much yet. Do I need prior knowledge to join?”

“Not necessarily, but you need to be useful.”

“Useful how?”

“That’s a secret! Let’s go to the next room!”

The second room was full of models.

Miniature buildings like you’d see in a real estate development showroom filled the space.

“Are these Tower models?”

“Yep. It’s the 57th floor shrine—we analyzed 132 video sources to recreate it as accurately as possible.”

“Where do you buy something like this?”

“You can’t get these even with money. One of our members is incredibly skilled with their hands, so they made it themselves.”

There were many other fascinating objects too.

A peculiar compass with a very steampunk vibe.

“Our member made this too! It’s a compass that can track specific mana signatures, but it’s still a prototype.”

A chain covered in rust.

“This is a replica of a relic from the 43rd floor. It seems to be armor from Persian mythology, so we’re researching it. We have a mythology expert among our members.”

The member composition had no consistency.

Historians, linguists, mythologists, model-making experts, and so on…

“Do you recruit from various fields?”

“Not exactly… If I had to put it simply, people with desire? All these things here—we didn’t order anyone to make them. The members did it because they wanted to.”

This time I got a somewhat useful hint.

There were people like that in the other world too.

People who made their own figurines without being asked.

‘Come to think of it…’

This club room had a strangely familiar scent.

It might be rude to make this comparison but… it felt like a fan zone.

“Everyone here is really amazing…”

“Such academic passion!”

The others were impressed, but this wasn’t academic passion or dedication.

It was sticky desire oozing out into the air.

The energy of devoted fans.

This club was a place for being devoted to everything related to the Tower, war, and combat. In the other world’s terms, it was probably similar to military otaku?

As I was thinking that, Lee Hyorim’s voice broke through my thoughts.

“They say it’s your turn, savior? Let’s go!”

* * *

“Good luck, Sora!”

“Savior, make sure you pass!”

With everyone’s cheers behind me, I entered the interview room.

And.

Froze on the spot.

Because I’d witnessed an incredible beauty.

Black hair flowing down to her waist.

Deep green eyes.

It was really Seoha.

“Have a seat first.”

【Intimacy has been formed with a story character.】

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My unnie, even her voice was lovely!

As refreshing as water flowing through a clear valley.

‘Calm down, calm down.’

I sat down and placed both hands on my chest for some self-administered cardiac massage.

If I didn’t do this, who knew when my heart might stop.

This is insane—how can a person look like that?

Her face is on the verge of extinction!

And how is it so three-dimensional despite all that?

Even if I sat on Saturn’s rings to look, I could still see every feature on my unnie’s face!

Have I been to Saturn, you ask?

Yes I have!

Saturn came running all the way here just to see my unnie and is prostrating itself right now!

And this elegance!

Grace, purity, refinement, strength—she has it all!

Just as my soul had not only run away but was preparing to emigrate to outer space—

Sliiide—

A familiar sensation was detected on the back of my neck.

Slippery and cold, like slime.

Having learned about it in class, I could now say with certainty.

This was mana energy.

My unnie was using her ability on me.

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

My heart was going wild.

And for good reason.

My unnie’s ability was a bit unusual.

And she was using it on me!