Episode 133: The Angel Who Blocks Terror (6)
“Superman Administration, why is the Superman Administration? No, I can’t, but it’s really weird.”
A boy looking at the card he drew and making an expression of disbelief. The girl who was called the dean by some looked at the boy with the same expression on her face.
‘Even though he knew the future of the end of this world, he was not shaken in the slightest.’
The angels had one rule. In particular, he has a great talent for dealing with karma, and the stronger the angel as an angel, the more rules he must follow.
‘Do not be shaken by the destruction that Karma has told you, and never give up on your duty.’
The direction of the world, karma, could be said to be a sign of the road. A sign on a road where reverse driving is absolutely impossible and only going straight is allowed.
So whoever can read the sign will know what it is at the end of the road.
cliff.
unimaginable hell.
A time when the word salvation becomes ridiculous.
We are getting tired of the word despair.
The few angels who knew that such a time would come, and the few powerful angels despaired.
okay.
So Luciel despaired.
Even the archangel, who flew the highest and radiated the brightest light, could not stand this fact.
‘And so did I.’
Dean Eliel recalled her past. The day I first read Karma. How deep have you tasted?
And he was devastated by what Luciel had said, so he abandoned his duty and belonged to the rebels.
‘So I ended up dying.’
So the dean was surprised.
Even in the face of this truth that has collapsed without even being able to endure it, to show such a dignified appearance and move to change the world.
“you you. Do you know what the future holds for us?”
“… sure.”
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No, it can’t be. There’s no way you’ve already known it all.
The dean thought the referee was bluffing. Even after reading all of that future, I couldn’t be so calm. Even though he knew everything, there was no way he could fight to protect people.
“The world is so messed up. First… … .”
Without even looking at the girl, the boy talked about the tragedy that would unfold in the future. A story of how great powers fall and how people die.
Calmly without exaggeration.
But the sadness cannot be hidden.
Iriel knew that everything the referee said was true. Because it was the future he had read to some extent.
‘I have read a future deeper than me. You know it well as if you have seen destruction with your own eyes, right? But it doesn’t shake at all.’
It was true that he had seen it in person, but there was no way for Iriel to know that.
‘Knowing such a future, never forgetting one’s duty, and continuing to work hard to protect this world.’
Iriel had no choice but to admit it. The fact that there are people who fight even though they know such a future. Knowing such a future, some people will not give up.
‘… Among the angels who are heavenly dolls, there was such an existence.’
Just like the words of a union engraved on a tombstone, the words the boy had said earlier were deeply cherished in his heart and did not disappear.
Iriel cried a little silently.
＜It is truly an angelic thing to restore trust to an angel who has lost his trust!>
＜You have acquired a large amount of angelic power.>
＜It is truly an angelic thing to bring back the feeling of emotion to a worn-out angel!>
＜You have acquired a large amount of angelic power.>
At the sudden creation of the enormous angelic power, the referee looked at Iriel with a little surprise.
‘Do, why the hell is the angel power rising?’
The referee simply said what he knew. But it’s just that you have so much of your angelic powers.
‘A lot of angelic powers twice… … .’
The referee, feeling good, muttered in a high-pitched voice.
“Uhm, the Superhuman Bureau is really bad people, but… It’s not like they’re a crazy group that’s going to kill thousands of their own people.”
An angel contemplating over the symbol he read. Iriel looked at it and carefully opened her mouth.
“Is the Superhuman Bureau the culprit?”
“… My senses say so. According to the future as far as I know, it can’t be. Hey, Eliel. Did you cry?”
“No, I didn’t cry. And your senses will be right.”
The girl’s white finger pointed to the referee’s silver shoes.
“Because you have silver coins. If I misinterpreted it, the silver coin would have informed me.”
As if Iriel was pushing, the referee said that he was right.
Hearing those words, the referee began to think hard.
Iriel smiled.
It wasn’t a smile to win a favor. It wasn’t even a smile to provoke the referee’s vigilance.
Because of Luciel’s rebellion, Iriel did not believe in angels. The fact that he even took part in the rebellion while he was alive made him unable to believe himself.
Iriel couldn’t believe all the angels.
‘No, now it’s different.’
Iriel smiles once more.
That smile was the smile of a person who regained his faith.
“… Why is the Superhuman Administration doing this? No, if the Superhuman Bureau is the culprit, there is a way to stop it.”
Although the referee is said to be loved by many, the referee had no background. And even with a decent background, the Superhuman Bureau was a very powerful group.
“don’t worry. I will help you.”
“… Are you the dean?”
Iriel suddenly changed her attitude. Iriel had always looked suspiciously at the referee, but now he didn’t feel any such emotion.
“From now on, I will continue to help. My archangel.”
Eyes that sparkle as if they have regained their vitality. The referee whistled and avoided his gaze, as his gaze was burdensome.
‘What, what? Why are you showing such an attitude all of a sudden?’
Those weren’t suspicious eyes.
Those were the eyes of respect.
But why does the dean, Iriel, look at him with respect?
‘… Why?’
The referee didn’t know.
The dean wore a black satin coat like a cloak over his white dress. Behind the satin coat, the coat of arms of the academy was embroidered with gold thread.
‘A coat that reveals the authority of the dean.’
Iriel said while beating her smartphone.
“Lefriel, why do people try to get a good education?”
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Nonsensical question.
But the referee answered.
“There must be a variety of reasons. to study at a high level. Or because it will help you with your specs.”
“There is one more reason besides that.”
said the dean.
The girl’s eyes were full of selfishness.
“It’s just to build connections.”
The early days of the old JoongAng Elementary School, the Academy. The dean organized the classes by himself and raised the first and second graders of the academy.
And among the first and second grade students raised by the dean himself, there were many people of high social status. for example… … .
A person who is equivalent to the deputy director of the Superhuman Management Bureau.
“hello. Oh, it’s been a while.”
“… Master, are you excited?”
The two continued the call with a bright voice. The person who answered the phone spoke as if they were really happy to hear the teacher’s voice after a long time, and the dean also smiled as if pleased to hear the disciple’s voice.
warm atmosphere.
‘Oh, Iriel, you must have been a good teacher.’
In this warm atmosphere, the referee had no choice but to smile.
“So Se-hwan. I have one request.”
“Say it.”
“My boss is going to visit the Superhuman Bureau soon. I will text you for more detailed information, so please look after me.”
“Is it Master’s business? Master is the only angel in heaven, and if such a Master is your superior… … !”
The disciple’s voice suddenly became serious.
“I’ll take it!”
Seeing that, the referee tilted his head.
relation? Who the hell is Yriel’s boss?
“Who are you?”
“Deputy Director of the Superhuman Management Bureau.”
“Ugh.”
Doesn’t the deputy director of the Superhuman Bureau mean Lee In-ja of the Superhuman Management Bureau? You must have had such a powerful person as your disciple.
The referee looked at Iriel with a look of envy.
“Still, Lepriel, I do not recommend stopping by the Superhuman Bureau.”
“… Wait, is that what I said earlier?”
“yes.”
Iriel smiled. That smile still had the feeling of Kyung Ae.
“If you don’t give up even if you know such a future and keep fighting… … .”
The girl whispered.
“You will always be my archangel.”
And the resurrected angel Iriel whispered with an evil smile that was not at all angelic.
“That means the power of our academy is with you.”
“Oh oh… … .”
“not bad. It was also a time to slowly show our power.”
I don’t know what it was, but I nodded at the referee.
The power of the academy, the central elementary school.
I don’t know what it is, but it must be a very powerful force.
“The Superhuman Bureau? Nothing in the face of our true power. No need to worry.”
“… … ?”
“Besides, if it’s your skill, you won’t get hurt… … .”
ominous words. The referee had no choice but to tilt his head at the last words.
* * *
“This is the true power of the academy, the central elementary school… … .”
The referee on the bus muttered as if he knew and did not know. JoongAng Superman Academy, the world’s best superhuman training institution, its importance is beyond imagination.
Although it is a fact that ordinary people do not know well, the professors of the Academy of Joongang Elementary School are the strongest human beings in their respective fields and are heroes who protect the world from the shadows.
But when it comes to power… … .
“It’s a bit vague.”
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No matter how well the academy, which is the central elementary school, is treated, the academy is nothing but the Ministry of Education. How can such a Ministry of Education compete with the Superhuman Administration, which is nothing more than a combination of the rest of the Ministry of National Defense, Ministry of Land, Infrastructure and Transport?
And look at that huge building.
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Now, when the sun is floating in the middle of the sky, that fortress of fortress that turns an area into evening with only a shadow.
“… cold.”
In the already cold weather, the sun does not shine well, so this area was very cold. The referee grabbed his cheap padding and, exhaling a breath, walked towards the Superhuman Bureau.
‘Come to think of it, I’ve been wearing this padding since I saved that cat.’
There was once a pink cat hiding in this padding. It was also seriously injured.
‘I’ve been wearing it ever since… … .’
It was a padding I used for quite some time.
but couldn’t throw it away.
The night I woke up as a referee, it was one of the few items I had.
‘What kind of life did I have before awakening as myself?’
It was also unknown.
The referee’s past was almost wiped out.
There are no connections in Goa.
A truly transparent person.
It was the referee who arrived at the main gate of the Superhuman Bureau after thinking like that.
A huge front door that is several tens of meters tall. In front of it, several guards stood guard.
“hello.”
The referee greeted them kindly.
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No matter how much I hate the Superhuman Management Bureau, isn’t the end innocent? Angels must be merciful.
“What is the purpose?”
The cold voice of the guards. He spoke to the referee without hesitation.
“I came here for a purpose. To be precise, I have someone to meet.”
“The registration certificate is issued in the annex over there. go away.”
The guard, who scanned the referee, ignored the referee, who was wearing frayed and cheap padding.
‘Even if I try to go well… … .’
And the referee was a little angry.
When this situation arises, Iriel’s voice comes to mind.
“The real power of the Central Academy? What is it?”
Excitingly, the referee knows that there are many secrets hidden in the central academy. What secrets are they hiding with their true power?
What kind of power can it be to deal with the Superhuman Administration, which is interfering beyond this country to the rest of the world?
‘Because it’s an angel, it must be divine power.’
Excitement- When the referee’s heartbeat grew a little louder, Iriel declared with a wretched expression.
“That power.”
Iriel’s finger drawing a circle.
“Money and power.”
Anyway, leaving behind Yriel’s conversation like that.
The referee asked the guards with a desperate expression, feeling that he was showing mercy for the last time.
“Hey, I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. If you call inside, they will tell you to let me through… … .”
“Don’t be silly. Do I have to use violence?”
They were the guards who would have used the baton if it had been originally. Minchos suffered by the Superintendent’s Bureau always protested at the front door, so they were violent towards these lower classes.
It’s just that the referee is looking after me because she’s too beautiful to be meek. Isn’t it sad to see you asking for it there?
So I’ve been watching it twice now.
“… Ha, I can’t help it.”
“We have no choice but to do it.”
Pajijik- A blue light flashed from the guard’s baton. It was meant to be an electric baton. The referee was texting someone like it or not.
And the guard’s phone started ringing.
“I don’t want to beat a kid like this.”
“Call me.”
The referee without a word pointed to the guard’s phone. Indeed, the guard’s cell phone was ringing.
Upon answering the call, the guard immediately made a snapping sound and stiffened his body, and in a slightly trembling voice, “Yes!”, “Yes!” replied sarcastically.
And immediately the hordes of guards split apart.
“Go in.”
“thank you.”
“He and VIP.”
The captain’s voice trembled.
“Please forgive me for my previous rudeness. Please.”
“… I’ll give it some thought. Then you have to show some sincerity, right?”
The evil angel referee smiled.
‘This is the true power of the JoongAng Choin Academy. money and power.’
And for money and power… … .
“Iriel, what the hell are you thinking?”
It was the referee who was muttering in a quiet voice as he entered the Superhuman Management Bureau.