The Civil Servant Who Conceals Her Power Is Too Good at Possession Chapter 6

‘That slick little brat.’

 

Hong Jaegyeol thought.

 

But it was an undeniable fact.

 

The fact that the “picture” was decent. And the fact that Pi So-won was someone who never said anything incorrect. 

 

“The bomb?”

 

“The disposal unit successfully disarmed it and is currently analyzing it.”

 

“The culprit?”

 

“Receiving treatment and scheduled for interrogation. He won’t be using that hand ever again.”

 

At those words, Captain Hong narrowed his eyes.

 

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you? With your skill, you could’ve just shot a finger. But you deliberately…….”

 

Deliberately blew off the whole hand.

 

And the reason was probably—

 

‘Because she doesn’t want to lose another partner.’

 

“Our team’s youngest member is fine. That concludes my report.”

 

Pi Sowon cut Chief Hong off. 

 

However, Chief Hong only let out a hollow laugh and didn’t pry any further. 

 

Instead, his gaze drifted to the personnel file resting atop the documents.

 

A photo of a young-looking Lee Yuji was there. 

 

‘A former Taekwondo athlete who was on the national reserve team in high school…’

 

Captain Hong had glanced at the CCTV footage himself.

 

The scene where an F-rank, as she claimed, knocked down a D-rank terrorist with a kick. 

 

Of course, she had eventually been overpowered, but that didn’t matter.

 

Even that much had been insane control over her strength.

 

There are occasionally people like this. 

 

Those whose stats or ranks measured by machines are clearly lacking, yet they control that power with such mad skill that they produce force beyond the measured values. 

 

Hong Jaegyeol recalled what the HR team had said when handling Lee Yuji’s recruitment.

 

“It’s true that Investigator Lee Yuji belongs in Team 5, but it’s a bit of a waste.”

 

“A waste?”

 

“Strictly speaking, by rank, she should’ve failed the physical test. But she passed. Barely. Maybe it’s because she was on the national team—her control is different from others.”

 

And he’d felt that an unspoken phrase lingered after that sentence—like someone else.

 

That “someone” was now standing in front of him.

 

Chief Hong smiled and spoke.

 

“This partner might last a while. Investigator Pi Sowon.”

 

At that, Pi Sowon’s eyebrow twitched.

 

“Team 5 finally pulled something off. How many years has it been since we had a performance like this!”

 

Just as Captain Hong chuckled—

 

A spider-shaped eavesdropping device crawling under Chief Hong’s desk was relaying this entire conversation to someone. 

 

* * *

 

“A rookie investigator completely ruined Grandfather’s plan.” 

 

A dry smile spread across the lips of the man listening to that transmitted voice.

 

His name was Choi Woojin.

 

His other name was “The Gamer.”

 

He had been secretly intervening in the Bureau’s operations to help them, but unfortunately, all he had gained was infamy. 

 

Because he treated everything like a game, he was labeled “Gamer” and classified as a top-tier criminal.

 

Of course, he didn’t feel particularly regretful about that.

 

It was just, how should he put it—

 

“Incompetent b*stards who can’t even take what’s handed to them.” 

 

That was all.

 

“Lee Yuji… If it wasn’t for that woman, everyone would have almost died.” 

 

At the words “that woman,” Choi Woojin manipulated the numerous monitors in his “black room.”

 

Soon, the CCTV feed inside the captain’s office filled one of the screens.

 

It showed Captain Hong Jaegyeol, left alone after Pi Sowon had exited, examining Lee Yuji’s application form.

 

[Will she be Team 5’s treasure… or a headache…]

 

Hearing Hong Jaegyeol’s mutter, Choi Woojin zoomed in on her application without changing his expression.

 

He then slowly scanned the details of her application.

 

“Lee Yuji. Characteristics. Taekwondo National Reserve.”

 

At that, something flickered subtly in Choi Woojin’s expression.

 

“So she did Taekwondo.”

 

His thin, long lips curved upward.

 

As if amused by the sight of new prey.

 

Or—

 

As if he had met an old friend after a long time. 

 

Choi Woojin soon looked away from the application and used another monitor to check Team 5’s CCTV. 

 

The internal CCTV of the Bureau had been under his control for a long time. 

 

‘The eye that can see everything.’

 

‘The one who is everywhere and nowhere.’ 

 

Because that was the strange skill he had gained while regressing. 

 

Soon, he brought up footage of the moment Lee Yuji subdued the terrorist with a kick and downloaded it.

 

Choi Woojin immediately edited the video and began to add a title.

 

Shocking! D-rank terrorist infiltrates the HIB building! Subdued by a kick from an F-rank civil servant and former Taekwondo national athlete! 

 

A title destined to rack up three million views within days.

 

He sent it to a fairly famous YouTuber along with a large sum of money. 

 

With the condition that the source not be disclosed.

 

When it comes to this kind of thing, cyber wreckers were the most reliable. As long as the money was right, they’d do anything.

 

That was right.

 

Choi Woojin was a man who didn’t care about the means to achieve his ends. 

 

And right now, his goal was to make the person who terrorized the Bureau feel even a slight chill down their spine. 

 

Well, of course, his grandfather at the very top, Choi Jungu, wouldn’t feel a chill at all, but the ones beneath him would likely throw a fit. 

 

But the underlings beneath him would likely panic.

 

There were too many people involved in this incident.

 

“My grandfather is going to find things a bit annoying.”

 

Choi Woojin grinned.

 

At the same time, his hands moved busily once more.

 

The monitors shifted rapidly until one displayed a handcuffed man being transferred.

 

A man who might have died in that explosion.

 

The owner of the black market.

 

True to someone who commanded subspace, he had been caught carrying various possessions “inside his body.”

 

[…This guy’s Subspace skill is a bit disgusting.]

 

The voices of the special police officers responsible for transporting villain hunters from the holding cell to prison echoed faintly.

 

In their hands, several items that appeared to be the Black Market owner’s belongings were visible.

 

Among them, his “spider” approached a small fox keychain.

 

[Hey, how about blood sausage soup today?]

 

[Ugh. After that shitshow today? Blood sausage soup? Let’s eat something else. Searching this guy’s body makes me want to puke.] 

 

While the special police were talking, his “spider” quietly hooked that one fox keychain onto its 13th leg from among the belongings stuffed haphazardly into a bag and made off with it.

 

Whether they knew it or not, the police were still focused entirely on their conversation about what to eat.

 

‘Anyway, civil servant b*stards.’

 

They were convenient because they were lax, and they were infuriating because they were lax.

 

Choi Woojin thought that as he watched the scene of his spider leisurely exiting the transport vehicle.

 

Then he looked away from the screen and spun lazily in his chair, closing his eyes as though they hurt.

 

“Lee Yuji…. Lee Yuji….”

 

He murmured the name.

 

As if there was some sort of clue in that name. 

 

Of course, it was true that if it hadn’t been for those stupid Bureau b*stards, the terrorist would never have infiltrated the building, but it was he who had leaked the Black Market information to the Bureau in the first place. 

 

And it was Lee Yuji who stopped the terror attack that almost happened because of it. 

 

It’s quite a coincidence.

 

That a rookie investigator perfectly stopped that terror attack.

 

And at the same time—

 

That her name happened to be ‘Lee Yuji’.

 

He recalled having heard that name in passing in his previous life.

 

For a moment, connections from his previous life swirled in his mind, but it was only for a second.

 

He soon opened his eyes, and as always, a glint of madness lingered within them.

 

“Shall we go enjoy the next game?”

 

Now, there was no lingering sentiment in his voice.

 

His goal was only one.

 

To use that fox keyring to begin the next “game.”