Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 96

I’ve dreamed of <On the Brink of Destruction>’s ending once before.

It’s exactly the same as then.

My hand passes straight through the desk. I can’t touch objects with physical substance.

Also, I’m aware this is a dream.

‘After the transformation…’

The Yeom Juwan before my eyes is completely different from now.

185cm of superior height, broad shoulders, refreshing back muscles.

His round persimmon-like eyes have stretched out elongated. The eye shape is excessively fierce, and faint wrinkles are embedded between his brows.

The pinnacle of sharp prickliness.

My baby grows 20 centimeters overnight when passing through a specific floor, and this is after that.

Han Boram is sobbing before Yeom Juwan, but Juwan is only getting annoyed.

— Why are you whining and freaking out again?

— B-but th-this… isn’t this t-too much?

On the desk lies a parrot’s corpse.

I know this scene.

Right after Han Boram used her necromancer ability.

Boram used corpses of already deceased people to catch a monster army, and detonated the corpses like bombs to prevent the worst situation.

But survivors didn’t view it favorably.

They fiercely criticized her, saying she tore the corpses of the dead to shreds, that families couldn’t even recover the bodies.

The fact that 500 people survived thanks to Han Boram was conveniently ignored. And in front of Boram’s dormitory room, a parrot’s corpse had been thrown.

— You like this kind of thing, right? Guess you can use it

— Th-that’s the problem… sniff. It’s, it’s not a gift given with good intentions!

— What good does it do if the bastards who did this like you?

— B-but being h-hated… waaaaah!

Han Boram began sobbing hard, and Gyeon Junhwi approached to comfort her. But Juwan…

— Doesn’t look like you’re shutting up. I’m leaving.

He left the classroom irritably.

Bang! The sound of the door closing is so loud it’s amazing the door is intact.

Normally the scene should end here, but—

‘Can I follow?’

I tried following behind Yeom Juwan.

Tailing is possible.

Yeom Juwan was heading to the training grounds. After sweeping the first-floor sparring hall once with eyes full of killing intent, he sprinted like a bullet.

Crash!

One male student hit the training ground wall and collapsed to the floor. Yeom Juwan was already crushing that student’s throat with his knee.

Something that happened in less than a second.

Black flames ripple in Yeom Juwan’s left hand.

— It’s you, right?

The opponent isn’t in a position to speak. Yeom Juwan wasn’t expecting an answer either.

Just before the black flame fist struck down—

— Enough, alright?

Someone grabbed Juwan’s hand.

Min Dorim.

Min Dorim, a living corpse with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. Not a single milligram remains of his current ‘you only live once, let’s enjoy comfortably’ aura.

— I’m taking this one.

Min Dorim dragged Yeom Juwan outside the training grounds.

And I tried to understand this confusing situation.

‘Am I seeing a behind-the-scenes?’

In the original, it only shows Yeom Juwan getting angry at Han Boram and going outside.

The subsequent description is this:

「I let my guard down. While I had Han Boram tied up, that guy went to the training grounds and beat the ringleader bastard half to death. Lucky the student council president stopped him, or else expulsion. I momentarily forgot the guy is quite hot-blooded.

‘Should have made a clone or something.’

Still, his condition is good considering he spent a whole week in the ‘Room of Silence.’」

I’m seeing the parts omitted from the original.

This is clearly different from the previous dream.

While briefly lost in thought.

Thick fog settled around.

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The fog lifted and a new scene began.

‘A lecture hall?’

One of the lecture halls where theory classes are held.

Yeom Juwan is wearing a black suit.

A black suit, not a uniform.

— Did you know anyone there?

— Know anyone what.

Gyeon Junhwi asked questioningly, but before the conversation could progress further, the professor entered.

— Before class, let’s take a moment of silence for yesterday’s Bukhan Mountain disaster. Please offer a brief prayer for the victims.

Heavy silence descended on the lecture hall.

My body is trembling finely.

Bukhan Mountain… the neighborhood where Yeon Sora’s family lives.

‘No way…’

Even wanting to find clues, I can’t.

While looking around, I spotted the only cadet with eyes open.

Reading news on a hologram.

There’s no way they’d have the hologram set to shared in this situation, but the screen is visible to my eyes.

<Bukhan Mountain Disaster Death Toll Rises by 5… 5,235 Dead, 21,329 Injured>

The photo published in the article.

Inside is a familiar neighborhood.

The neighborhood where I spent a week after possessing.

Except Yeon Sora’s family’s apartment building… not even a trace remains.

My heart sank.

‘No way… the entire family?’

At this point, I think I know why I’m seeing this dream.

Because before sleeping I wondered what happened to Yeon Sora’s family and Yeom Juwan in the original.

Yeon Sora’s family… died in the disaster.

But when he heard that news, Yeom Juwan had already transformed.

‘Meaning quite some time had passed…’

Yeom Juwan only lived in the dormitory.

He only stayed in the dormitory even during holidays.

So after Yeon Sora died, he’d distanced himself from her family.

Then the family died in the disaster.

My body trembled again.

While receiving the shock.

The fog overturned the world again.

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Another new scene.

This time the setting is a studio apartment.

— Why did you come?

— Wondered if you were eating meals.

Just from the brief dialogue between Gyeon Junhwi and Yeom Juwan, I could grasp what scene this is.

The period when Yeom Juwan was suspended.

Having been kicked out of the academy dormitory too, Yeom Juwan had short-term rented an external studio apartment. Because he wouldn’t respond to contact, this is the scene where Gyeon Junhwi visits to at least get him to eat.

In the original, after exchanging greetings, the description jumps straight to eating delivery food.

But I can see the situation in real-time.

— Got any water?

Gyeon Junhwi who opened the refrigerator door freezes.

— At least you were eating, huh? You even cooked in all this?

— Cooked what.

Before I could even see what’s inside the refrigerator, the door closes. Even trying to grab with my hand, my hand passes straight through.

‘W-wait!’

That moment—

The speed of the door closing became remarkably slow.

Slow motion.

Zoom.

Like controlling a Drone Eye, I could see the object I wanted to see.

Four white plastic bags.

‘Those are…’

Familiar.

Yeon Sora’s home was too poor, so they stored side dishes inside white plastic bags instead of containers.

But the refrigerator door is firmly closed, making additional confirmation difficult. Gyeon Junhwi and Yeom Juwan were ordering seolleongtang for delivery.

— Where are you going?

— Bathroom. Set the table or something

— What table for delivery

While Yeom Juwan briefly stepped away, Gyeon Junhwi also took out the side dishes from the refrigerator.

Without transferring to separate plates, he just unties the tied knots of the bags and opens them.

Familiar side dishes.

Candied peas.

Stir-fried shredded carrots.

Onion pickles.

Blanched perilla leaves.

Those side dishes aren’t common. High probability they’re from Yeon Sora’s family who always makes side dishes with only the cheapest ingredients.

Moreover… Yeon Sora’s household has a one-person-one-side-dish rule. Because one person handling cooking for a 13-person family would die.

Candied peas are Yeon Sora’s uncle.

Stir-fried carrots are Yeon Sora’s mother.

Onion pickles are Yeon Sora’s aunt.

Blanched perilla leaves are the younger brother who dreams of being an English teacher.

Traces of four people.

Though pink-haired beauties were never once described in the work… they were alive.

There’s more I can infer beyond that.

Uncle, mother, aunt, younger brother.

They’d avoided disaster by being at school or work when the incident happened.

‘As expected… they still cherished Juwan.’

At this time, Yeom Juwan was receiving the world’s hatred to the point of suspension. Yet Yeon Sora’s family… somehow found out and came to at least deliver side dishes to Juwan.

As expected… to them, Yeom Juwan was already their son.

Regardless of whether Yeon Sora lived or died.

Ding-dong—

Meanwhile, the delivery food arrived.

My two babies are sitting at the table eating without words.

But Gyeon Junhwi frowns while eating carrots.

— This seems spoiled?

— Leave it

Perfectionist Gyeon Junhwi immediately takes action.

He picks up the plastic bag containing carrots and heads toward the trash, but Yeom Juwan rushes over and snatches it.

Then reseals it and puts it back in the refrigerator.

— FXcker, why are you throwing away other people’s stuff on your own?

Gyeon Junhwi lets out a small hollow laugh.

His expression says ‘As expected, that bastard is sensitive.’

The two eat again without words.

But the moment Gyeon Junhwi’s chopsticks head toward the perilla leaves, Yeom Juwan blocks that trajectory with his own chopsticks.

— Stop eating that

— Haah, more importantly, when are you returning?

And the two continue an important conversation.

From here on is content that was described in the work too.

The fog settles again.

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But this time, a voice rings out from the sky.

“S-Sora!”

“Yeon Sora!”

Han Boram and Seong Hayul’s voices.

Maybe because it’s a lucid dream, I understand the meaning.

These kids are waking me from outside the dream right now.

Gradually I felt hands shaking me too.

And my eyes opened.

It was the end of the dream.

* * *

“Yeon Sora!”

“You! What’s wrong!”

Both Seong Hayul and Han Boram are startled.

My cheeks are covered in tears.

Seems I cried while dreaming.

“You! Again… did you have that strange dream again?”

“D-did something h-happen again?”

“What kind of dream was it?”

I want to answer but strangely my body is trembling. Eventually Seong Hayul calmed down and let out a long sigh.

“Han Boram, first get Yeon Sora up and take her to the table.”

“Table?”

“Anywhere’s fine as long as we leave the bed.”

Han Boram took me to the table, sat me down, then covered me with a blanket. Meanwhile, Seong Hayul boiled warm tea and handed it to me.

Drinking it, the strange cold that had seized my body from earlier subsided. I calm down a bit.

Only then did Seong Hayul ask a question.

“Did you have that dream again?”

These kids know me as a fortune-teller.

We’ve shared up to ‘I dream dreams and sometimes those dreams actually happen.’

“Was it the future?”

“No…”

I’m just as confused.

The dream I just had is the novel.

A behind-the-scenes of the original where the butterfly effect isn’t applied at all.

‘There’s no probability of that actually happening.’

As long as I occupy Yeon Sora’s body, there’s absolutely no possibility of that development happening the same way. Because Yeom Juwan will continue living as the son of Yeon Sora’s family.

Then what was that dream…

While pondering this meaning, Seong Hayul opened her mouth.

“Aren’t you blooming a skill?”

I was just thinking the same thing.

In <On the Brink of Destruction>, certain skills activate as passives even before blooming.

Like prophets dreaming prophetic dreams before blooming prophecy skills.

But…

The dream I saw isn’t the future.

It can’t be a prophecy skill.

A bit ambiguous.

“Th-there will be p-precursor symptoms! Wh-when it comes out unconsciously, there’s d-definitely some pattern!”

This time it was Han Boram who spoke.

That’s right.

Han Boram was experienced.

The unconscious curse was a passive she experienced before blooming her skill.

“What are the precursor symptoms?”