Chapter 31 – Chapter 31- The Truth

He skilfully put on a school uniform shirt with a stiff collar.

This school uniform, worn for the first time in years, is now quite familiar.

Knock knock.

I carefully closed the button on the front island and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“Hmm. Nice.”

I mumbled and praised myself, but it was still empty.

“Angel, where did this guy go?”

After teaching me how to regenerate Levatein the other day, he won’t come back.

Could it be that I’m not coming back because of a problem with my Levaten?

I stared blankly at Levatein, who was lying sideways in the closet.

“Oh really, what’s wrong with this?”

In the worst case, wouldn’t it be possible to lose Levatein?

My pretty baby will never be taken away.

After carefully stroking Levatein, I put it into my inventory.

It’s a terrifying weapon that receives 160 stat support just by wearing it, but it’s so conspicuous that I don’t normally carry it.

I picked up the iron sword lying next to me, put it around my waist, and naturally headed for Aris’s house.

‘What are you doing this morning’

With a happy imagination, I started Monday morning, the beginning of the week.

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Drooling-!

I shouted as I opened the wooden sliding door.

“Good morning! Class 1, Class 5!”

“…”

My classmates who don’t even move anymore.

It doesn’t matter, even if it’s like this now, when the anti-class battle starts, I’ll send you full trust in me haha!

Glancing at you.

I felt the eyes on me from the seat in front of me, so I turned my head towards it.

“What… What?”

Upon receiving my gaze, Violet, the main character, blushed slightly and shrank her neck.

Arachne’s ornament I gave you last weekend was dangling from Violet’s ears, with her purple hair neatly arranged behind her ears.

“You looked at me.”

“Isn’t it?”

He slightly raises his voice and replies to me, but I can’t be wrong.

As long as I have the potential of feeling, I am very sensitive to gazes.

“Are you trying to show off your earrings?”

“It’s okay! It’s no wonder I…”

Violet grumbled and turned her head away from me.

“It looks good. Earrings.”

Anger.

Violet’s cheeks were visibly stained red.

“You say you’re praising something… Something doesn’t come out?”

Violet was quite cute as she talked to me while holding her purple hair and secretly covering her reddened cheeks.

“Jojuna…”

Back.

At that time, Aris, who was next to me, pinched my arm.

“Again?”

“Ah… No.”

After staring at Violet happily, I quickly went back to my seat with Aris.

The back seat next to the window.

As soon as I sat down in the seat of a typical player, the sliding door slid open and the homeroom teacher entered at just the right time.

Chin.

After chicly throwing the school affairs notebook on the podium, the teacher starts the ordinance.

“Greetings from the class president.”

“All of the 1st graders and 5th graders are dressed up! Greetings!”

“”Hello.””

“Okay. Guys, did you have a good weekend? I worked, but ha…”

The teacher grumbles and chews the monami pen in his mouth.

It’s a look that feels the han of the office worker.

“Well, today you can go to class as usual. You, the class president, skip the first period and go up to the principal’s office.”

“Me?”

I pointed my finger at me, wondering what was going on.

“Yes, you. The young guy has already had his ears blocked. Go up right after the ordinance is over.”

Suddenly being called to the principal’s office?

Did I do nothing wrong?

Oh right.

Suddenly, a piece of information came to mind.

She is the mother of the principal and student president of this school.

Ok then it wouldn’t be a bad thing

“Jojun, didn’t you do something strange?”

Aris looks at me from the side with a suspicious expression.

“Sure. I must have done something.”

I replied to Aris, saying don’t worry, but Aris still looked at me suspiciously.

“Do you have anything to pinpoint?”

“No at all.”

You’ll know once you go.

The teacher, who finished the ordinance with her tired face, begins to write down the contents of the first period with chalk.

“Sir, I’ll go then.”

She nodded and left the class.

The principal’s office was probably on the fourth floor.

I saw it while wandering around looking for the other side of the world the other day.

Climbing the stairs and turning left, there was a green wooden sign with the words ‘Principal’s Office’ written on it.

Also, my memory is pretty good.

“Excuse me.”

Dreuk.

When you open the sliding door and enter, the scenery of the principal’s office comes into view.

A large, polished wooden desk.

Sofas made of brown leather seats that look luxurious.

Antique pottery and verdant plants hang down the walls.

And a man lying on a black chair behind the desk caught my eye.

His pure white gray hair is messy, and his dark circles are deeper than our homeroom teacher.

“Who are you?”

Definitely not the headmaster.

Although that white-haired man looks neutral to some extent, his chest with his white shirt loose is too flat.

If you are the president’s mother, you probably have a blonde hair and a big, maternal middling like the president.

“Ah.”

Kkadak

A white-haired man listening to me and turning his head sideways to look at me.

“Are you here?”

Rubbing his gray hair, he turns his body toward me and looks at me.

Gray eyes stare blankly at me.

It’s weird.

There’s something strange about that gaze.

It’s not lifeless, but something is dead, so it’s a little strange to express it.

It is ‘the gaze of something that does not seem to be a person’.

“Oh, there’s no need to be wary. I’m not here after hurting the principal.”

The man who brought out the creepy words rubbed his eyes as if he was tired.

“Who are you?”

I raised my nerves and asked questions.

With his left hand, he quietly gripped his scabbard, pulling his muscles tight enough to draw the sword at any moment.

“Ah. If you kill me, it will be a big deal. Operator 14 would probably stop it if he was there.”

A man who shows his hands to me and expresses his intention to surrender.

“Operator 14?”

“Ah. Don’t you know the detailed serial number? I’m talking about a guide. A guide. There are people who help by the ‘player’.”

“Angel?”

The man who heard my murmur answered me with a chuckle.

“Well, you might think so. It has wings.”

“Who are you.”

Until now, no one in ‘this world’ knew of the existence of angels.

No I didn’t know

“Nice to meet you, Player. I am Mubaek, the head of the board of directors, who has been appointed as your collaborator in ‘this world’.”

Board of Directors.

The angel had hinted once before.

I’ve heard that it’s an organization that takes care of my convenience behind the scenes…

“So. Why are you here?”

He said he was on my side, but that Mubaek man is still cool.

Something is telling me my gut is ‘not good’.

“Rather than drawing conclusions too quickly, I speak slowly, because I have plenty of time anyway.”

He lazily got up from his chair and lay down on one side of the leather sofa facing him.

As if asking me to sit down, I bent my hands and pointed to the sofa on the other side.

Reluctantly, I pulled the sword out of my belt, placed it neatly on the sofa, and sat down opposite him.

A soft leather sofa gently wrapped around the touching part.

“First of all, do you know what a board of directors is?”

Mubaek asked me in a polite tone.

From what I’ve heard, it sounds like he’s a pretty kind person.

There wasn’t even a hint of warmth in those pale, gray-white eyes.

“I heard from an angel that it is an organization that helps me.”

“Ah, you’ve heard of it. It’s an organization that helps…”

Tuk-tuk.

He taps his slender fingers on the sofa a few times and smiles wryly.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

But, Mubaek continued.

“It’s really a helping and coordinating institution. It feels like a kind of middle management position.”

“A middle management position?”

“Yes. In a way, he is also the one who adjusted the difficulty of this world.”

“Did you adjust Hell Mode?”

The person who created Hell Mode, the higher level of Hard Mode, is that Mubaek?

“Ah. Is that what you call it? Haha… Helmodra…”

Moo Baek said with a bitter smile.

“Player, did you find anything strange in this world?”

It’s a strange thing.

“Compared to my world, it’s strange, demons, superpowers, shooters, and everything that makes no sense.”

“Ah, I see. You may not know since you haven’t come yet.”

“It’s my world,” Mubaek repeated my answer several times before telling me.

“Player, have you ever seen a single person with a ‘disease’ here?”

“No. But of course…”

Mubaek cuts me off and says.

“You’d think of course. But the concept of ‘disease’ doesn’t exist in this world.”

“What?”

“Because that’s how I decided.”

I am confused by the sudden information.

Mubaek calmly continued talking to me, who was perplexed.

“There is a balance in every world. If one goes up, the other must go down. It’s an unbreakable law.”

Mubaek waved his hand in the air, and a white scale weight appeared.

“This world has to pay for its existence.”

Ju-wook The scale on the left goes down.

“So our managers have to decide the ‘price’ for that. For example, ‘the devil’.”

Click.

Mubaek flicked her finger, and a black stone was placed on the scale to her right, and the balance weight was adjusted.

“In this way, we control the degree of the world.”

Mubaek spreads his hands wide and speaks proudly to me.

“For a moment.”

My head is pounding.

It’s a game world.

But why the hell is there such a detailed setting?

“And here’s an even more fun fact: I’m on the left scale of the world, a reward that requires a price.”

The left scale goes down endlessly.

“I brought this much.”

Mubaek asked me with a mad smile.

“Player, then what about this scale on the right?”

“You can’t.”

“Yes~ That’s right. You have to pay that much. This scale raises the devil’s level that much!”

Black stones tumbled down like crazy on the scale on the right.

“Thanks to that, our world has become a happy world without ‘war’, ‘disease’ or ‘natural disaster’.”

‘It’s become a happy world’ Then what about now?

“Then people. What about the people who live in this world now?”

“Of course, they have to pay the price. If they pay the price properly, they will have a happy world in the future, and if they can’t…”

Mubaek strangely twists his gray-white eyes and tells me.

“It is perishing.”

“You.”

I looked at Mubaek and opened my mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“Didn’t I tell you? ‘Player’ sir. I am the administrator who controls the degree of this world.”

“Just,” Mubaek added.

“It’s just a slightly idiosyncratic manager who hates this world that exists to extract causality.”

When I first saw this guy, I didn’t feel bad for nothing.

This bastard is crazy

It’s also properly crazy.

“I’ll ask you a question this time. What ‘role’ do you know?”

“…”

I ignored the madman’s words and silently glared at him.

“Yes. Well, let me tell you.”

Mubaek babbles excitedly and waves her hand.

A white syringe appears from the air.

“You originally existed before you came into this world. Ah! I’m just talking about that body shell, not the ‘you’ that is now in it.”

Mubaek frantically rolls the syringe into the air and tells me.

“Think of that body shell as a syringe and listen to the explanation. The purpose of this syringe is the last bastion to prevent the destruction of this world. When the disease called the devil grows out of control, a vaccine can be injected at any time. It’s insurance.”

“So,” Mubaek continued.

“The shell before you came was the ‘syringe’, and now your player inside it is the ‘vaccine’.”

I guess this world isn’t just a game world.