Chapter 62 – 62. Gaiden – Monohorn, Summoner From the Other World THE ORIGIN (4)

– One –

A year has passed.

I became a high school senior.

It was late spring, or you could call it early summer.

“That… You mean you’re running for student council president?”

Looking at my paperwork, Hagrid looks up at me with a puzzled look.

I heard that this crazy educational assistant screamed at the fact that he became my homeroom teacher again this year.

I heard that I did not want to take it on myself, and at the beginning of the year, I heard that he cried out loud in the teachers’ room.

However, the feeling was the same for all the other educator assistants.

So the cubs left me to Hagrid again, saying that Hagrid would be best equipped to cope with his experience as a second-year homeroom teacher.

Nothing bad for me.

Hagrid had become such an idiot that he couldn’t even make eye contact with me.

“Isn’t it a problem? I attached a list of 50 voters’ recommenders, a preliminary survey of candidates, and a parental consent form to the candidate registration application. All I have to do is fill out the recommendation form.”

Hagrid’s eyes rot.

“Why do I have to recommend you? After recommending a troublemaker, how will other teachers look at me?!”

Hagrid raises his voice in front of me for the first time in a while.

Yes, the most important thing for you young educational assistants is to feed them on the day of their paycheck, the second one is to get paid on weekends and vacations, and suck honey while playing around, the third one is to sharpen their knives, and the last one is to keep up with you guys, right?

Have you ever felt that responsibility, duty and conscience as an educator were important to you, you fucking bastards?

Ha.

Tell me what do you do

Bulletproof thieves, such as the Ministry of Education and the National Assembly, who do not shave their heads even when such idiots sit in the church, should be beheaded.

“That, no, I didn’t mean to shout…”

Hagrid’s brow is wet with sweat as he thinks in silence.

No, even if your baby pot is so insignificant that you have no intention of waking it up?

However, there is no need to make excuses to clear up misunderstandings.

Silence was the best way to control Hagrid to my will.

“There is no saying that problem children, delinquents, and idiots should not run as reasons for disqualification from the candidate qualification standards specified in the school rules.”

“Oh no, isn’t that common sense!”

A bastard without common sense seeks common sense.

Such an ignorant bastard.

“So. In a democratic society, the ‘legitimate right to stand for election’ of ‘elected candidates’ who received ‘recommendations from 50 electors’ is ‘deprived’ based on ‘personal feelings’, despite ‘not violating the stipulated school rules’. “You will, are you saying this?”

“… Fuck, why does this fucking bastard have such a good head, Won…”

Hagrid muttered openly as if to listen.

The useless head of yours, who can’t even come up with a reason to refute this much, is a scrap head that can be used for driving nails.

Do you know, you bastard education assistant who is not even a dog?

“Still, it’s ridiculous for a troublemaker like you to run for student council president. This is a matter of school prestige. No.”

Suddenly, an ethics education assistant who lacked ethical awareness broke in.

This bitch isn’t even a wild Pokemon, so why would she jump out of nowhere?

“It’s surprising that school prestige is above school rules. I didn’t even know there was prestige to put in the garbage can, but the fact that such a thing existed is even more surprising. And an ethic with a beautiful sense of ethics that turns away even when it sees a child being beaten at school. Do you have the right to talk about the prestige of the school?”

The face of the ethics education assistant turns red.

It is not embarrassing to turn away from the responsibility of education and guidance, but it seems embarrassing to be publicly pointed out.

Truly, she is a bitch with an otherworldly spirit world.

“That, that, then that…!”

I’m trying to explain something, but it would be strange to have something to excuse.

Oh, Annette?!

“When adults intervene in a quarrel between students, it can instill the perception that only certain students are favored! If that happens, there will be problems in forming correct friendships, so trusting and waiting for the children is the attitude of a true teacher! You can’t sell it! Why are you so perverse?”

Agility level, what?!

Rice, excuse succeeded!

Shit, is an introductory apology master a necessary basic knowledge for the qualifications for appointment as an educational assistant these days?!

“That’s why teachers treat you like a problem child!”

I don’t like arguing with such a bad bitch.

If you try to push it, you’ll have to make another excuse and blur the essence.

Make the most of the wrinkles on your chin, and droop both ends of your lips to wrinkle your face.

The tails of the eyes droop down, and the eyes lift upwards.

Wrinkles on the forehead and between the eyebrows are a bonus.

“Nyuye, nyuye~~ I know it~~”

How about the taste of Baekan City filled with generosity?

Oh, it must taste good.

I was so moved that I just shook my body.

I ignore it and turn to Hagrid.

“The teacher’s authority and role in student autonomy is nothing more than or less than that of the NEC. Shouldn’t we just look at fraudulent elections? Whether or not I get elected anyway is determined by the student vote.”

“That…”

Hagrid still can’t find anything to rebut.

“According to the teacher, I’m a troublemaker and an idiot, so of course the kids won’t pick me up. Aren’t they? I wonder if I wrote this list of 50 people under duress, right? I don’t think so, right? But voting is an anonymous and secret ballot. Even though these 50 people recommended me, they don’t face me when I vote. Why don’t you vote for someone else?”

“…”

“Huh, really…”

Neither the ethics education assistant nor Hagrid shut up.

What I meant was the theory.

There is nothing to refute the theory.

“Criminal bastards run for the National Assembly. Criminals with longer criminal records than personal biographies, criminals who have committed violent crimes also run for office, and citizens filter them out on their own when voting. Well, criminals who have donated a lot of nominations to political parties. , There are often times when you get elected after settling in a high rank in the proportional representation. Even in society, criminals are taking seats in the National Assembly, so why can’t it be called a school?”

And when the reality was pointed out, they had no choice but to accept.

Was it because my conscience didn’t allow me to force children to protect something that even adults couldn’t protect?

It won’t.

It’s just annoying to think about it, stop it, and teach it, so it must have been left to the kids.

“Okay. I’ll write you a letter of recommendation, so register yourself.”

“Yes.”

Don’t say thank you

I enjoy a legitimate right, but I have never been helped enough to be grateful for it.

It’s all I’ve won myself.

This completes the preparations for school.

“Hey, hey. [Real] Is running for student council president?”

“Crazy? Who recommends a Honmono bastard?”

“Shouldn’t all the idiots you recommended after scraping the list of recommenders be crushed?”

“What the fuck, that’s the killing club?

“This is real. Aren’t you going to lose the election anyway?”

“Admit it~”

It seems that someone has already rumored it.

Oh, did one of the scumbags in the office spread it?

Does not matter.

Because now all that remains is to see how ugly those scumbags can get.

Put the early leave permit you received while submitting your candidacy documents into your pocket.

Pack your bags.

“Uh…? G-Jinah… Are you leaving early today…?”

Chinta looks at me with anxious eyes.

The last year, it was a time when I ruined this idiot more than me.

Unlike me, who has the goal of reflecting on his premature punishment and completing his revenge, this naive and kind asshole has completely lost his life purpose and will to survive.

Tup.

Place your hand on Chinta’s shoulder.

Knead it gently.

My scarred hands comfort Chinta’s scarred life.

No, I wish I could be comforted.

“Uh. I have to go, to finish my work.”

Did you feel affection while being beaten together?

Or is it because I have no one to rely on?

Or is it because I’m the only one who treats me as a human being, let alone talk to me?

The fact that I was leaving early made Zinta extremely anxious.

“Ah, can I not go? I-I can’t stand it…”

“Just hold on for a few days. It will get better than now. Nothing will get worse, right?”

The crimes committed by the bastards around Chinta were just one of the less serious problems for Chinta’s busy parents.

Chinta’s parents found the reason why their children were bullied by their friends in their children.

In other words, they assumed that Chinta was being bullied because she did something wrong.

The reason why Chinta is struggling mentally and physically is because her child is weak.

I pushed my son to overcome it with spirit and mental strength.

“Then, then, me too, take me too!”

“…”

I put my bag around me and look down at Chinta.

Go Jin-ha, who liked sports, was good at it, was bright and positive, was not there.

Her face was always tear-stained, and there was only a lump of super-obesity fat.

Over the past year, depression and bulimia have turned Go Jin-ha into a 100%-pure person.

“Please…”

The alopecia areata and vitiligo caused by stress were smeared like ugly stains on Chinta’s exterior.

Depression and bulimia caused by assault and abuse were embedded in Chinta’s inner self like a hideous stake.

I had no choice but to live with a face always frowning on pain and depression to Chinta.

That’s why Chinta’s eyebrows and forehead have deep wrinkles that don’t fit her age.

Crazy assholes even put cigarette buns on Chinta’s face, and this bastard’s skin is full of scars like age spots.

The empty hair, the deep wrinkles, the age spot-like scars, and the unimaginably swollen fat of the past year, all of which made Chinta look 30 years older than her age.

“Oh, no…?”

Compared to Chinta, I haven’t changed much.

Is it because the goal of life can always be a powerful driving force that sustains life?

In fact, I was beaten, lynched, and abused less than Chinta.

Those bastards made an excuse that as Chinta gained weight, the taste of beating became more sticky.

But the truth is, there were a lot of times when he was afraid of me, so he hit Chinta more times instead of me.

Every time I stared at it without reaction, the bastards and the scumbags often flinched and backed away.

Perhaps there was a fear that the earthen pot might break again.

So bastards and scumbags never approach me alone.

If they don’t form a group, they won’t even hang around nearby.

“Mi-sorry… Did I make you uncomfortable by asking for a favor? I won’t do that again…”

But Chinta is different from me.

It’s easy.

You can crave, harass, beat, oppress, trample, burn, roll as much as you like alone.

Chinta was the most insignificant of the group, degenerating into a prey among prey at the bottom of the food chain.

“Fuck you, follow me. Let’s go get the early leave permit.”

So it was hard to stay away.

– 2 –

“You go home like this. I have something else to do.”

“Uh, uh, thank you. Thanks to that, I won’t be fit today.”

I can’t even make eye contact with myself, and Chinta heads home.

Maybe today I won’t roll over clutching my sore body, so I’ll be able to sleep relatively comfortably.

As I was about to head home, I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Turn around and follow Chinta from a distance.

Chinta calls somewhere.

Chinta’s intimidated voice echoes in the quiet residential alley.

“…Yes. Yes. Yes. Ah, no. That, that kind of thing…”

I don’t think the parents are.

Among the targets that Chinta is talking about, who is there to call at this time?

The seniors who treated us as punching bags throughout last year have all graduated…

Let’s go, graduation… ?

Aha, you fucking bastards!

“Yes, I’m just going home…”

After graduating, it seems that the scum who became drunkards after living as couriers, laborers, and manual laborers tried to summon us today.

And you must have heard from the scumbags at school that we left early.

I contacted Chinta to confirm.

Maybe you’re thinking of calling us for dinner?

As expected, Chinta looked back.

Our eyes meet.

I beckon

“Uh, uh uh? G-Jin-ah, didn’t you go home? Your house, this, isn’t this way.”

Chinta approaches while stuttering to see if there is something to prick her.

Reach out your hand and take away your smartphone.

The handset is still connected.

Hmm?

You were a local trash man who couldn’t live up to his age.

Looks like you haven’t been drafted into the army yet.

“Fuck me!”

Piroling.

“Uh, uh uh? Uh uh uh?!”

When I unilaterally hang up the phone, Chinta is taken aback.

Ignore Chinta and turn off Chinta’s vibrating smartphone.

Chinta is crying.

I know what you’re thinking in your head right now.

Perhaps he resents me for needlessly getting beaten up a few more times because of me?

Do not worry.

Make sure to do post-processing.

“Hey. Follow me.”

Catch a taxi

Go about 15 minutes.

Ring the bell of the shabby villa.

– Who are you?

“Uh, bro. It’s me.”

– Hmm? Did you finish school? Come in

Chinta shook her neck and looked around in all directions.

It’s just a male’s room where his unemployed cousin (25 years old, military) lives.

“Why did you suddenly come here?”

A muscle pig wearing only one pair of panties sits in a computer chair and looks at us.

I put the fat pig in the back forward.

“Hyung. Raise this bastard for just one week. Don’t ask me. Don’t let me go anywhere, don’t make me do anything.”

“… I would have said I wouldn’t take care of pets.”

He takes out four 50,000 won bills from his wallet and holds them out.

“200,000 won.”

“Call! Fuck, Cole!”

The unemployed was a cheap man.

“Hey, but hey, ah, no, what can I give him? Does he eat anything?”

Only then do I look back at Chinta.

His cousin is embarrassed by the face value of Chinta, who is not suitable for the school uniform and is prematurely matured.

“Hyung, add only one serving to your food. I’m persimmon. Payeom”

“Uh, uh uh.”

“Ji Jin-ah! That, my, my phone!”

“I’ll give it to you in a week. Until then, dive here.”

“That, that… Uh… Oh, thank you…!”

Leaving the two flustered behind, they return home by taxi.

“Ha, fuck. The budget must be tight because of unnecessary spending.”

Unit 912, Building 102, Jugong Apartment, which is more than 20 years old.

The cradle and grave of 18 years of life.

An eternal haven for the poor in Hell Joseon.

Haha.

Damn, can I ever get out of this state of being a beggar?

I don’t know.

Yeah, now is not the time to lament about life.

It is time to prepare for the time of vengeance and revelation that is soon to come.

Press the computer’s power button.

Snap.
Beep.
Drurrrr

The outdated beeps from the computer body and the sound of the cooling fan spinning with oily dust are loud.

An old computer like a relic of the Gojoseon period takes a long time to complete booting.

Read the draft of the speech to be used in the student body president candidate presentation.

Hmm, I think it’s too focused on emotional sales.

After all, 3:00 in the morning seems to be a very sensitive time.

Writing seems to be less cheesy when I work during the day.

Tat tat tat tat.
Tat tat tat.

Fix it.

Tak, Tak.
Tat tatak.

Retire

Click.

Save.

“Finish~ Fuck, I wrote it, but it’s a dog’s reputation~♬”

Insert the inaudible earphone, which was inserted into the main body, into the ear because the left end was disconnected.

Turn on the edited video.

– Oh! Aaaaagh! Oh, it hurts, brother! Aaaaagh!

– Huh! Huh! Fucking bitch, Heo Eok! It’s good, but it’s a dog.

– Kyaaaaagh! Help! Aww! Can someone please help!

Oh, the visual beauty is poor, the picture quality is boring, and the lines… Gurigo.

It’s a little dark, but it’s enough to make out who it is.

The letter of the name written on the name tag is also clearly visible.

Watch the video to the end.

If it’s short, about 10 minutes, it’s short, and if it’s long, it’s a long video.

My main weapon for a counterattack is an edited video made with only the most stimulating material among the vast amount of material I have collected over the past year through recorded sound sources, transcripts, body cams and CCTV.

“Where’s the original…”

It’s well contained in the Jikbakguri folder.

Heh, even my mom doesn’t know where it is.

Assault, theft, sex crimes, everything.

It’s no secret that small cams were installed without the owner’s knowledge at stationery stores or marts where dog trash often steals.

I didn’t miss a single original video, sound source, or transcript.

The personal information of the actors who appeared in the Excel file is also listed.

Both the edited version and the original are compressed.

Upload to the old X drive.

Hehe…”

Write a mail

My personal email address for the sender.

The recipients are social affairs reporters from all media outlets that appear on the main four pages.

Regardless of whether it’s a giraffe or a reporter, I’ll send them all in one queue!

The content of the mail summarizes the history of crimes committed by bastards and scumbags.

The indifference and indifference of the education assistants are all mentioned under real names.

Even the cubs who close their eyes and help cover up the crime, all of them mention their real names.

Of course, there is an abundance of related evidence, so we can all get along well and make a dick.

Hehe! Hehe!”

Laughter ensues.

The body cam captured the moment when a guard cub crawled to the scene of the rape of a high school girl by high school students and, in exchange for covering up the crime, took a shot of cum from the high school girl’s pussy.

The dog’s face, name tag, and rank insignia came out well.

It came out so well thanks to this idiot-looking bastard who threw off her outside work vest to have a fight with a high school girl.

I don’t know about the other guards, but you’ll never get out of it, you bastard.

“The date of sending the reservation is… OK. It’s a national rule to pop it in time for the announcement of the candidate’s opinion!”

Defamation?

Fuck you!

If you have any reputation to be damaged, throw a stone at me!

Since reporting in the public interest is the purpose, I will be able to hide in the air defense shelter of public opinion.

All that’s left is a countdown for revelation and public debate, fucked cubs.