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I sent an emergency signal to the Association.

I also sent Hayan to bring the instructor.

But there was still no news from either of them.

As time went on, I started to get nervous.

Trying to appease the Apostle by talking was also reaching its limit.

“So… that pretty kid and your sister are the objects of jealousy, right?”

“Yes! That’s correct!”

Srrr—

Srrr—

The sight of the Apostle sitting on Mr. D’s corpse, sharpening their nails—no, sharpening their nail blades—was enough to make my knees weak.

Instructor Yoo Soo-gap said there were at least five types of weapons.

The Apostle’s nails must have been those weapons.

All ten blades had different shapes.

The nails that had pierced Mr. D’s heart had transformed into blades and hadn’t returned to their original form.

“By the way.”

“…Yes?”

“You’re jealous of someone who gave you a gift worth over 200 billion?”

My gloves, which I never took off except when showering or sleeping.

The ESP gloves were holding me back here.

“Well, you see? Jealousy is such a weak emotion that it can be diluted by just one gift…”

“Bullsh*t.”

“Huh?”

“You told that kid to run away earlier.”

“…Huh?”

This bastard… were they toying with me while knowing everything?

The sound of sharpening nails stopped.

“Unfortunately, I heard everything. Hayan, run away! It was quite desperate.”

“But why have you kept me alive until now?”

If they knew, they knew I was talking nonsense from the start… why? Why did they just listen until now?

“Was it fun watching me struggle, cursing my sister and friends while trying to survive?”

“Then keep enjoying the fun…”

If I had held out for just five more minutes, I might have found a way…

“My sister is a bit busy, so she can’t play with you forever.”

“Understood…”

“Giving up? That’s unexpected.”

Did they interpret my deep sigh as giving up?

But I have no intention of dying here.

Even if I go, I should at least struggle once.

Even if it’s just to not waste all the training I’ve done, I’ll fight you.

As I created distance from the Apostle, I pressed the button on my necklace and equipped the Hero Suit.

“Oh… you transformed? Is that a Hero Suit? I wanted one, good for you.”

The Apostle got up from Mr. D’s corpse, dusted off their butt, and started walking towards me.

I also floated the daggers I pulled from the suit, along with chairs and desks.

Anything I could see, I floated in the air.

As a telekinetic, the most important thing in combat is…

Utilizing the surroundings. Since it was a classroom, there weren’t many weapons, but… I had to use everything I could.

If I conserved my magic power here, I’d be done in three seconds.

The Apostle seemed to be underestimating me, still walking slowly.

‘First strike wins!’

Whoosh—

I threw all the desks and chairs.

Crash!

Even though the Apostle just raised their hand, everything shattered into pieces.

‘It’s not just about handling weapons well, their magic power control is also top-notch.’

This won’t be an effective hit.

Then I’ll just use it to obscure their vision.

Swoosh!

I hid daggers among the desks and chairs and started throwing them one by one.

Clang!

The daggers flying towards the Apostle’s body collided with their nails, sparking.

But they didn’t last long, losing power and falling to the floor.

The daggers infused with telekinesis were lacking in power, and overall, the Apostle’s magic power was a step above.

This is an opponent I can’t beat with strength.

Without delay, I infused telekinesis again, pulled them towards me, obscured their vision, and threw daggers repeatedly.

The wood shattered, dust rose, and the Apostle’s form became invisible before I calmed my magic power.

They couldn’t be dead.

I should use this chance to escape…

“Whoosh!”

With one breath from the Apostle, the dust flew out the window, and the view became clear again.

“Is that all? It seems like a level worth being jealous of… did I judge too hastily?”

Although they hadn’t moved a step, blocking or dodging all my attacks… it might just be a scouting phase for them.

The fact that they didn’t budge at all and blocked all my attacks wasn’t a good sign for me.

“I should… finish this soon. As I said earlier, I’m a bit busy.”

“Ma’am.”

“…What?”

Is the most effective attack against a female villain an age attack?

Even while receiving a barrage of daggers, the Apostle’s brow began to furrow.

I could almost hear the sound of it.

“Can’t you just let me go? Aren’t you too old to be fighting a kid like this?”

“You… won’t die as easily as that guy.”

Are they talking about Mr. D, who died instantly with a pierced heart?

The Apostle looked eager to torment me.

‘That’s actually good.’

Just torture me.

Slowly, bit by bit, give me pain and shred my mind.

Before my mind breaks, Jeong Ha-yul will arrive.

As the Apostle of Jealousy finished speaking, they lunged at me.

“First, one arm.”

The Apostle’s arm aiming for my shoulder.

I thought only their nails could turn into blades, but their entire right arm transformed into a giant scythe.

That giant scythe swung down from above my shoulder.

Up, down, left, right.

No matter where I moved, I was within the scythe’s range.

It was too late to dodge.

I gathered my magic power to form a defensive barrier.

Clang!

“Wow… you blocked that? Is it because of those gloves?”

As the Apostle said.

In the past, not only would I not have blocked it, but my left arm would have flown off along with the barrier.

But the gloves gave me strength, allowing me to block the Apostle’s scythe.

Of course… it was on the verge of shattering.

The moment it breaks, my arm is gone.

It was too much to gather that much magic power again, but if I don’t push myself, I’ll die.

As I created another barrier, I felt something rising from within.

I struggled to suppress it and focused.

But at that moment.

Thud!

I couldn’t even react.

My side was crushed, and my entire body bent like a bow.

Crash!

“Ugh!”

My body was flung through the classroom wall into the next classroom.

If I writhe in pain, my arm will be cut off.

I barely managed to get up, but…

“Cough! Ugh!”

My mouth opened automatically, and sticky blood gushed from my throat.

It felt like my entire insides had burst from just one attack.

‘F*ck. My ribs again…’

They say bones get stronger every time they break, but that’s definitely bullsh*t.

My bones, which have broken dozens of times, still break very easily.

The Apostle, who I thought would attack immediately, was still walking leisurely.

If I keep my mouth open like this, I might really vomit my guts, so I used telekinesis to force it shut.

Nausea requires the diaphragm and abdominal muscles to contract.

If I hold the diaphragm muscles, I can forcibly stop it.

Thud, thud.

Every time the Apostle walked, my body twitched.

It feels like when I was caught by the Fox Mask as a kid, my whole body crushed.

That woman was my fear, my terror.

The Apostle, now close, looked at me with a meaningful gaze.

“You… are scared, aren’t you?”

“…”

I couldn’t refute the Apostle’s words.

I’m no match for them.

If they really wanted to kill me, my head would have flown off already.

The only way I can survive is by playing along with their games.

My helplessness in the face of death was pitiful, but I didn’t have the strength or courage to overcome it.

“Alright, I’ll forgive you.”

“…What?”

“I said I’ll forgive you.”

“Forg…ive?”

Strange words came from the Apostle’s mouth.

‘What does that mean?’

Are they saying they’ll spare me? Why all of a sudden?

As hope flickered in my eyes, the Apostle chuckled and raised the giant scythe.

Of course.

The Apostle’s forgiveness probably meant they’d kill me painlessly.

Even if I used all the telekinesis I’m using to stop the nausea, I couldn’t block that scythe.

Even if I tried to roll away, more than half the bones on my left side were already broken.

Is this how villains feel when they take a direct hit from the Demon King Punch in the side?

When is Jeong Ha-yul coming?

If even one instructor had come, I wouldn’t be in this state.

It felt like I had held out for over an hour, but in reality, it was probably much shorter.

‘Still, someone should have come by now…’

The Apostle’s scythe was descending to cut me in half.

A life flashing before my eyes?

Regrets in life?

There was none of that.

When you’re really about to die, all that comes out is curses.

“F*ck…”

I just hope it doesn’t hurt too much at the end.

As I closed my eyes looking at the scythe.

Crash!

The building’s outer wall was breached, and something flew towards the Apostle at an incredible speed.

I heard the sound, felt the vibration.

It was clear I wasn’t dead yet.

When I opened my eyes, someone was tangled with the Apostle, rolling on the floor.

Even in that short roll, they exchanged blows.

The sound of punches kept coming.

Jeong Ha-yul must have arrived.

F*ck… I really thought I was going to die.

“Sister!”

After a few rolls, both got up and took their stances.

In the meantime, the Apostle seemed to have been hit in the face, with marks around their mouth and eyes.

‘Serves you right!’

If I stay far away, they might take me hostage again and repeat what happened with the Fox Mask.

I ran to support Jeong Ha-yul from behind, trying to stay as hidden as possible, using telekinesis to assist, but…

The person rolling on the floor fighting the Apostle wasn’t Jeong Ha-yul.

A man in his mid-to-late 30s drew a sword from his waist, looked at me, and grinned.

“Finally, I see you, Jeong Gyeoul.”

I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere, but… I don’t know who he is.

I’m not good at remembering people.

“…Who are you?”

“Hwarang, Hwarang Kim Yu-shin.”

“Ah!”

The S-class hero from the Five Star Guild, who can cut through anything with a sword and pierce anything with a bow.

It was Hwarang Kim Yu-shin.

 

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