The psychics stared at with expressions that seed to say, 'You are the hero of our village.'
I was at a loss for words in front of these psychics.
No, you guys should be carrying the team.
I chose to be a supporter.
And I plan to stand out dramatically in team battles.
I couldn’t actually say this out loud.
I couldn’t risk revealing that I was a non-psychic who couldn’t even see ghosts.
Instead, I put on a stern and serious face and said,
“I’ll take the front. The rest of you, follow .”
I wanted to be at the front because I can’t see ghosts.
People’s attention is usually focused on the front, not the back.
If I were at the back and failed to see a ghost attacking from behind, it would be the end for . But at the front, where everyone’s eyes are, even if I can’t see the ghost, those behind will react, shouting things like “That’s a demon! No, it’s an evil spirit!”
What? Is it hard to run away from the front?
Nonsense. As I said before, when you need to run, you just run to the side. The patrol path is open on three sides, except for one side blocked by a wire fence.
In that sense, the front is the best position for .
But then the kids’ reactions beca weird again.
“The most dangerous position when breaking through a ghostly phenonon is the front. Tsk. How shaful.”
“Damn, honestly, that’s so cool.”
“Tsk, it’s nothing. With a little more training, I could be that kind of man...!”
What? The front is the most dangerous?
Thinking about it, wouldn’t it have been safest to be in the middle?
“Considering today’s celestial signs...”
“I’ll take the third position from the back. I’ve received divine revelations related to the Guardians...”
But the psychics were already bustling among themselves, setting up their positions. Since they seed engaged in professional discussions, I decided to maintain my solemn and serious deanor.
Just then, a man approached to greet .
His hair was white, and he was quite handso. However, I wasn’t one to ticulously analyze a man’s face.
“Hello, Mr. Yoo Hajin.”
“Who are you?”
“Ah, I haven’t introduced myself. My na is Guon.”
“Guon? I’ve heard that na before.”
A chick beside started to chirp.
Speaking of which, Guon... I’ve heard that na too.
“You were certainly a detective who received several requests from our family.”
“Ah, I’ve indeed taken many requests from the Jin family. You’re the lady of the Jin family, right?”
At this, the chick, wary, asked,
“Why do you act like you know us? What’s your purpose?”
“Oh, sorry, I should have shown you this first.”
Despite the chick’s brusque tone, Guon smiled as if it didn’t bother him. So, this chick wasn’t only sharp with but also with other people.
“Here, this is your aunt’s token.”
“My aunt’s token...! So, my aunt sent you!”
“I was requested to protect the Jin Family's daughter. In that regard, would you allow to take the rear guard for Miss Jinari, Master Yoo Hajiin?”
What should I do about this?
I recalled the blackboard order I had seen before.
Surely, sothing like this had been discussed.
Probably, this Guon is an assassin sent to kill the chick.
But how do I explain this?
Would the chick believe without any proof?
“Hey, chick.”
“Yes?”
“Do you trust this Guon guy?”
To which the chick replied with conviction,
“Yes, I trust him. He has my aunt’s token. She’s one of the few people I truly consider family.”
“So, you trust that token?”
“Of course. It’s a token created by a high-level psychic, imbued with her will. If Guon goes against my aunt’s wishes, the token will imdiately disintegrate.”
'I see.'
'So, your aunt wants you dead.'
'How do I convince you of this truth?'
It suddenly strikes how impressive it is that my reliable Jamsuni, who whines but eventually listens to most of what I say, really is.
“So, if I try to keep this guy Guon away from you, whose side will you choose?”
“Chirp...? Why are you asking that?”
“Because I can’t trust this man nad Guon.”
At that, the chick’s expression turned angry.
“Just as I thought, you’re that kind of man too. Trying to imprint on and control at your will.”
“I’ve never tried to control you. I just said I don’t trust that guy.”
“But you’re saying you don’t trust my aunt. Trying to make dependent only on you.”
What kind of nonsense is this?
But the chick’s expression looked serious.
“Ugh. Do you really see as a re chick just because I chirp? Ha, should I trust the man sent by my aunt or you? Sure, you saved once, but that debt can be repaid by getting rid of Cheonsu, right?”
It was sowhat amusing to see the girl flapping her arms in anger. Jamsuni had a charisma that even intimidated when she was angry, but comparing her to this chick suddenly made her seem all the more remarkable...
“Fine, think of however you want, but make sure to get rid of that guy Cheonsu. And you can bring Guon along, just stay behind .”
In my heart, I thought this chick doesn’t deserve to win.
I wanted to just tell her to lose, but I held back.
In a way, this was our joint promotion battle.
If the chick dies, I fail too.
A disastrously intertwined fate.
“Hmph, I’ll never be imprinted by soone like you.”
Even when the chick showed such a disrespectful attitude, I realized I just had to accept it and move on.
'Well, at least she didn’t swear.'
Speaking of which, this guy nad Guon.
I’ll have to keep a close eye on him.
Was he called the Gray Spider?
What abilities does a spider use?
I searched for characters who use spiderwebs on my smartphone. Oh, interesting. They have these abilities.
Using my smartphone got weird looks from people. Even the sulking chick looked at with a chirp of surprise.
“Using a smartphone during a ghostly phenonon is against common sense.”
“Why’s that?”
“Obviously, because information gets distorted. That’s why you shouldn’t read books or stare at pictures for too long in these situations. Don’t you know that?”
Ah, I see.
But that didn’t matter to .
I couldn’t see ghosts.
But I couldn’t let that fact be known.
“It doesn’t matter to . I have a special psychic ability.”
Ignoring the chick’s words, I moved towards the patrol team. The patrol team was waiting for , adding their comnts as I approached.
“Reading in the midst of a ghostly phenonon and still unhard. Truly an overwhelming genius...!”
“Despite being close to my age, such strength is frightening.”
'Your reactions are frightening to too.'
With that thought, I shook my head and entered the patrol route.
* * *
The DMZ is known to be a convergence of nurous ghostly phenona, a special type of phenonon with so many intermingling rules and principles that it’s said to be impossible to create a manual for it.
That’s why it’s hard to find the right answer.
That’s why survival is difficult.
I can feel the tension of the people behind . The tension is palpable even to , who can’t sense ghosts, so I can’t even imagine what they’re seeing.
At that mont, a woman around the middle started babbling sothing like, “Would you like to buy a dream? Please, buy a dream?”
“Damn it. What kind of phenonon is this?”
“There’s no manual for this, who would know? Just eliminate her!”
Imdiately, the team mbers moved to eliminate the woman.
“Wait!”
I stopped the team mbers and quickly searched on my smartphone.
What is this phenonon demanding us to buy dreams?!
===
The phenonon demanding to buy dreams typically occurs in groups with comrades. When a comrade is possessed by this phenonon, it is advised not to attack them. The Dream rchant perceives even attacks as a ans to buy dreams.
The way to defeat a Dream rchant is to forcibly sell dreams to it. When pressured to buy dreams, the Dream rchant is known to mumble that its dreams are full and it can’t buy more, then disappear.
===
I read the smartphone within 5 seconds and shouted,
“Hey, you shoddy rchant. Instead of selling that nonsense, how about buying my dreams?”
“I can’t buy dreams. They’re full. Dreams of being murdered, committing suicide, black tentacles descending, idiots running away thinking they can escape. Dreams of people unable to stand still, banging their heads.”
“Shut up and just buy my dreams.”
“I can’t, can’t buy them. Too full. Can’t buy!!!”
After saying this, the woman collapsed.
Then she staggered to her feet.
“Huhuhu. Ah, I’m alive. I’m alive!”
She said to , crying,
“Thank you. Really, really thank you.”
I nodded and looked around.
“Don’t act recklessly!”
Don’t act recklessly, you uncivilized primitives who can’t even use a smartphone!!!
Do you think the South Korea Ghostly Phenona Response Center is a joke???
Does the site of the Response Center, which has beco half a ghostly phenonon itself due to the overload of information, seem like a joke to you???
Then, the primitives nodded in agreent and began to praise , the one ard with the tools of civilization.
“How do you know the counterasures for such unheard-of phenona?”
“It shows how experienced he is. That’s a real pro.”
“Amazing. I have to admit it. Extraordinary.”
“To survive in a phenonon so dense with evil spirits. It’s a miracle.”
Speaking of which, even psychics are afraid of ghosts.
Should I pretend to be scared of ghosts too?
But sothing deep inside refused to allow such a disgraceful act.
“...?”
* * *
“A miracle indeed.”
Gamlo, unfolding a ghost gate in the center of the DMZ, said. Cheonji’s regional guardian Gooju responded to his remark.
“What do you an by a miracle?”
“Not a single casualty in the patrol team.”
“That’s impossible. Wasn’t the patrol team the one to be sacrificed? Even the GP and tunnel teams have suffered many casualties.”
The patrol team was the most dangerous as they were not protected like GP or tunnels. That not a single casualty arose from such a team was unthinkable.
“Yoo Hajin, a man nad Yoo Hajin is tackling all the phenona. The others are rely following in his shadow. He’s saving everyone.”
“No, even I would find that impossible.”
Suddenly, a tinge of emotion crept into Gamlo’s voice.
“I thought the word ‘hero’ had lost its aning in this world.”
“Gamlo-nim.”
“But it seems it hasn’t lost its aning yet.”
Gamlo bit her lip tightly.
– – – The End of The Chapter – – –
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