Finding Jang Min-ho wasn’t going to be simple.
Going after him... that was a different battlefield.
Hyun Woo leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling without really seeing it. His thoughts were running hard, circling the sa truth he kept trying not to admit.
"Kidnappers aren’t the sa as school trash," he murmured. "This is real."
School gangs were loud and dumb. Easy to predict.
A kidnapper was none of that.
A man who took a child from his own ho... a man who just disappeared...
"That type kills before you even understand what’s happening," he whispered, rubbing his brow. "No warnings."
He wasn’t scared.
But he understood the weight now.
The last weeks were too loud.
Too ssy.
Every justice he delivered showed up online in seconds.
Every judgnt added fuel.
Kang’s group.
Seok’s people.
Yoo Chan.
Dozens more.
SNS wouldn’t shut up about the Judge.
News channels replayed the sa angles again and again.
Police were getting closer.
And sowhere in the city, without him knowing, an entire team had been ford just to hunt him.
"It’s too much noise..." he muttered. "Way too much."
He wasn’t a hero.
He wasn’t a symbol.
He was one high school kid with a system and a long list of enemies.
And he knew sothing painfully simple:
If he wanted to reach Jang Min-ho, he had to vanish for a while.
He needed to grow without anyone noticing.
Push his Authority high enough to survive outside school.
He needed strength, speed, endurance, combat sense—everything that made real criminals dangerous.
Without all that?
He wouldn’t get two steps close to Min-ho.
He let out a long breath.
"Stay quiet for a while," he said softly. "No noise. No headlines."
Then the real problem hit him.
Even if he went silent...
his justice didn’t.
The burn-chain marks.
The trace left on every sinner.
The sa wound.
The sa ssage.
His MO never changed.
He couldn’t hide that.
Not with the System forcing judgnt the sa way every ti.
"Even if I disappear," he muttered, "people will still know I moved."
Every corpse would point straight at him.
Every mark would whisper the sa na.
The Judge.
He pushed his hair back, jaw tight.
"I need a way to grow stronger without leaving a trail..." he said, low and frustrated. "Or I need a way to change the trail itself."
He pushed himself up straighter, rubbing his face once as the thoughts lined up.
He couldn’t keep doing what he’d been doing before.
No more showing up on purpose.
No more leaving tiny hints.
No more letting the police chase Park Joon-ho like so running joke.
That was reckless.
That was stupid.
And if he kept that up, he’d be caught before he even got close to the people who mattered.
He let out a slow breath.
"No more teasing them," he muttered. "No more leading caras on. No more letting them think they’re getting close."
Every ti he let the world believe Park Joon-ho was the Judge, it was fun in a twisted way.
It bought him ti.
It caused chaos.
But it also kept the spotlight on him.
Every place he judged in had CCTV.
Every street had phones.
Every mistake gave soone a trail to follow.
"I need to cut all of that out," he whispered. "No more caras. No more loose ends. No more gas."
If he wanted to climb, if he wanted to reach the underworld criminals instead of school thugs, he couldn’t afford noise anymore.
He needed to hit quietly.
Fast.
Invisible.
"Find the strength first," he whispered. "Then go after him."
His fingers curled slowly.
"Revenge isn’t sothing you rush... it’s sothing you prepare for."
His eyes lifted toward the dark room, steady and sharp.
"I’ll find you, Jang Min-ho. But I’m not letting you see coming."
And for the first ti that night—
Hyun Woo stopped thinking about justice for a second.
He was thinking about survival, and the slow, patient kind of revenge that only ends one way.
Hyun Woo sat at the edge of his bed with the Chain of Móryo wrapped around his wrist, cold against his skin.
He looked at it quietly for a mont, trying to figure out what to do with it.
"...How am I supposed to go outside with this?"
Hunting inside school was easy.
Every sinner walked right in front of him, loud and stupid, begging to be judged.
But outside?
That was a different world entirely — bigger, harder, filled with people who didn’t hesitate when it ca to killing.
He ran his hand through his hair, thinking hard.
"I can’t stay in school forever," he muttered. "I need a place where the rotten gather... a place I can clean up without anyone watching."
He looked at the chain again.
The chain wrapped around his wrist, cold and still against his skin.
"...You showed Min-ho," he whispered. "So... can you show others?"
The chain moved once. A small tap against his skin, like it was answering.
Hyun Woo’s breath caught. "...What was that?"
The chain moved again, just a slow shift along his skin.
He imdiately yanked his sleeve down.
"Hey—no, not like this," he hissed. "If I walk around with you on my arm people will take pictures in two seconds."
He tried to push the chain deeper under his sleeve, tugging at the fabric as if he could hide it by force. The chain didn’t budge. They held on, wrapped tight around his wrist, no matter how he pulled or shifted his arm.
Then the chain moved.
Then the chain moved on its own. The links loosened, eased apart, and pressed against his skin.
He felt a faint pull—nothing sharp, nothing painful—just a slow slide as the chain got thinner and slipped under his skin.
It passed through the surface like water soaking into cloth, and nothing was left on the surface. In a few seconds, his wrist was bare.
Hyun Woo stared at it, stunned.
"...Seriously?"
He touched his wrist — smooth, warm, nothing strange on the surface. But under the skin, sothing shifted.
A slow crawl along his arm, wrapping itself from his wrist up toward his elbow, settling there like sothing holding on from the inside.
"...So you can hide," he whispered. "That makes things easier."
A faint chill moved under his skin, like the chain was answering him.
He let out a long breath, his shoulders easing a little.
"Alright," he said quietly. "If you understand what I need... then show where to go."
He grabbed his hoodie, pulled it over his head, and walked toward the door.
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