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After spending a meaningful time with my uncle, I was on my way back home.

“It was a satisfying day.”

[That guy doesn’t seem to think so.]

“Didn’t Subhuti teach you that sowing discord is bad when he taught you the 72 arts?”

It seems that character education should indeed come first for people.

‘Should we call it post-natal education for monkeys?’

Perhaps the strong but ignorant monkey has been receiving the wrong education since birth.

Just like how most problem children and dogs are often the result of bad parenting.

Maybe Son Goku was also born into the wrong education and turned out this way.

[Why are you glaring like that?]

No, I take it back.

This guy was probably born with an evil heart.

It’s the theory of original sin, what else?

Of course, I was born with a good heart.

It’s just that I’ve been tainted by this evil world and have become chaotic.

[Not answering? Huh?]

[Junior. If you don’t answer within 5 seconds, be prepared.]

I didn’t answer.

5 seconds passed.

I floated him in the air with telekinesis, just in case he tried to scratch me with his claws….

[…]

He couldn’t say anything.

‘Who do you think you’re messing with?’

I put him down, conscious of the onlookers.

He followed quietly after that.

Discipline really works.

I met Jeong Ho-min to ward off bad luck, and I finished disciplining Son Goku.

Now it’s time to start my homebody life in earnest….

I ran into Jeong Ha-yul and Baek Kang-woo at the front gate.

They seemed to be on their way out.

“Perfect timing? Let’s go, Gyeoul.”

“…What, where are we going? What is it! I need to rest at home! Is this a kidnapping?!”

Jeong Ha-yul pretended not to hear and dragged me outside by the hand.

“If you don’t answer, I’m moving out.”

Thud-

I sighed as if there was no choice but to accept the declaration of independence.

In the past, I lived in constant fear of being kicked out, mastering the art of survival and flattering to get by.

Now, threatening to move out gets me anything.

Actually, I’ve thought about living alone before.

But I wasn’t confident I could afford my own meals.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, midnight snack.

Including snacks in between, that’s 9 meals a day. To afford that, I’d have to work. But if I work, I can’t have 9 meals.

It’s a dilemma.

But now….

‘I’m just a fragile girl who can only eat three servings.’

I can easily afford that by just teaching one class at the academy.

If things don’t go my way, I might really move out.

“Didn’t you get the call?”

What call are they talking about?

How many people even have my number?

In fact, I just met the few people who do have my number and got scolded by all of them.

“Emergency call. There’s an S-Class villain. They say he has a strange ability.”

“…?”

What is this about?

Did I hear wrong?

I just spent two hours warding off bad luck with Jeong Ho-min, there’s no way an incident would happen right after.

Slap—

“What, what is it? Why are you suddenly like this?”

“I checked if it was a dream or not… It’s not a dream.”

“Did you get heatstroke in this winter? What nonsense are you talking about?”

I was already dressed to go out, so I couldn’t even use the excuse of going home and was dragged into the car.

Jeong Ha-yul seemed to be receiving real-time information from the Association.

She kept fiddling with her phone.

‘But what about me?’

Not a single call on my phone.

So I wasn’t called.

So I’m being dragged along for no reason.

So I can’t rest at home!

“No matter how I think about it, there’s no need for me to move.”

“They say it’s a very unique ability, unnie is just a strong hero. We need a smart and versatile hero.”

Who do you think I am, a four-year-old kid?

If you compliment me like that, I might—

“…Then it must be me after all. You should’ve said so earlier. This all-purpose hero will take care of it.”

—think like that.

Hehe.

[You seem even dumber than the monkeys from Flower Fruit Mountain.]

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The emergency response committee of the Korean Hero Association gathered in the meeting room.

“Summarize the situation in one line.”

“…In one line?”

“I believe I just said ‘one line.’ Are you hard of hearing? Maybe you should rest at home.”

Jeong Ho-min, stressed out by Jeong Gyeoul, took it out on the poor staff.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“I don’t pay you to hear you say sorry.”

Even if they apologized, he scolded them.

If he didn’t like the answer, he scolded them.

He just scolded them.

‘This bastard, getting slapped by the Jeong sisters and taking it out on us.’

When Jeong Ho-min wasn’t looking, they raised their fists and pretended to hit him….

Whoosh—

“…What are you doing?”

Being an A-Class hero, he seemed to sense their killing intent or presence.

“I, I want to present! My raised fist represents my passion!”

“Did I ask someone else?”

“No!”

“…Whatever, just get on with it.”

“Yes!”

It was that kind of Association.

The Korean Hero Association seemed to run on quick wits, improvisation, and excellent reflexes.

“A hero secretly managed by the U.S. has turned. That’s all.”

The subordinate who finished the one-line report looked at the chairman with a satisfied expression.

“…Are you going to report like this? Don’t annoy me and do it properly.”

“…Understood.”

He had a face that said, ‘You told me to do it, and now you’re complaining?’

The other staff just watched.

Of all days, the emergency response committee had to meet on the day Jeong Gyeoul visited.

It was the worst day for the Association staff since they joined.

“The U.S. hero… no, villain is known as S-Class and has the ability to manipulate time.”

“Are you sure? Time? There’s never been an ability related to time and space before.”

“It’s from the IHD, directly distributed to each Association. It’s certain.”

International Hero Division.

The international hero management bureau.

After the Serena Olson incident, countries around the world, no longer trusting the U.S., formed this organization.

The fact that the head of such an organization is American is a laughable point, but anyway, they created a group where U.S. influence has somewhat diminished.

It seemed inevitable that it would become an organization filled with pro-U.S. forces and Americans.

Because of that, Korea only made a token gesture.

They were ready to pull out at any time.

It’s safe to say that currently, Korea has the strongest hero power in the world.

A-Class heroes are called human weapons.

S-Class heroes are called strategic weapons.

Then what is Jeong Gyeoul?

A cosmic weapon.

“I get that far, so explain why our country is in an emergency. Depending on your answer, be prepared to strip.”

“…There are reports that he devastated the Groome Lake Air Force Base and is heading towards the East Sea.”

“He could be heading to Japan, or he could change his position in the sea.”

Jeong Ho-min’s role in the emergency response committee was as a critic and pessimist.

He doubted and reconsidered every opinion.

Always assuming the worst and examining if it wasn’t.

If it was right, what should be done, if wrong, what should be done.

It was a position to come up with countermeasures.

But now, it just seemed like he was nitpicking.

“He reportedly loved K-culture. K-pop, K-dramas, K-movies. Everything.”

“…So you’re saying. You predicted he’d invade Korea just because he likes Korean culture?”

“…Exactly.”

“Damn, I can’t believe I’ve been running this Association with these people.”

If it were any other emergency meeting, they would have snapped at the chairman, no matter who.

But today, all the staff summoned to the emergency meeting just carefully watched Jeong Ho-min.

Truly, the Korean Hero Association ran on quick wits.

They thought speaking out now could lead to big trouble.

At that moment, the door burst open.

‘Oh my God.’

‘Who the hell….’

‘Is God abandoning us?’

They thought Jeong Ho-min, already in a bad mood, might turn into a demon.

All eyes turned to the crazy employee who poured oil on the fire.

Jeong Ho-min had a ‘you picked the right time’ look.

“Who opens the door without knocking during a meeting… Why is Gyeoul here again? No, I’m happy to see you again.”

He was truly a split personality.

In a way, he was a hero saving Korea, no, the Earth, from the cosmic weapon Jeong Gyeoul.

But in another way, he could be seen as a bully, weak to the strong and strong to the weak.

The spiritual pillar of the Hero Association and the future of K-heroes….

“Old fart.”

He was an old fart.

The staff, feeling relieved, gave Jeong Gyeoul a thumbs-up.

“Jeong Gyeoul! What kind of language is that to the chairman?”

“…Ha-yul….”

Before Jeong Gyeoul appeared, the one who tormented the position of Jeong Gyeoul was none other than the Demon King Jeong Ha-yul.

Now, she was on her side, stopping Jeong Gyeoul.

They almost shed tears of emotion.

“Not just an old fart, but a bald old fart, since he’s bald, calling him a bald old fart would be fine too.”

They couldn’t help but curse emotionally.

‘That girl is the worst, that girl.’

Truly the Demon King, truly Jeong Ha-yul.

She hadn’t changed a bit, a consistent hero.

 

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