Cheongchuleoram (7)
“Welcome. Are you two? Need a helper?”
Legal Mite shook her head as the owner, who was sitting at the dark and musty karaoke counter, said hello.
“There are people inside, so I came to find them.”
Graysteel had already entered the corridor and was opening the doors to the rooms one by one.
Seeing that, the owner noticed something strange and looked at the Regal Mite suspiciously.
“Are you a cop?”
“Similar.”
Regal Amit took out the agency’s fake ID from the inside pocket of his coat.
“And, Administration Bureau…? Could there be a villain here?!”
The nervous owner began to stutter his words.
“I’m not a villain. That’s why, I need your cooperation.”
“Tongue, cooperate…?”
At that, the owner paused and looked at the Regal Mite.
Because it was a look he had already seen several times while performing numerous missions, Regal Mite answered right away.
“All damage suffered during the arrest will be compensated by the administration.”
Once again, Regal Mite emphasized by showing the agency’s fake ID.
“Okay…”
At that time, Graysteel opened the door to a room, looked inside, and then walked inside.
Intuitively, Regal Mite knew that the room they were looking for was the fugitive.
* * * * *
“Ha.”
Greysteel sneered at the sight unfolding in the room.
A young man was sitting behind a table full of bottles, staring at Graysteel.
And in front of him stood two women as if to protect the man.
Judging from the way they were dressed, they seemed to be women called as helpers.
You have already been brainwashed with a broken bottle in your hand and a dark aura shimmering in your eyes.
“A meat shield?”
When I asked while looking at the man among the women, the man replied ferociously.
“Go away!”
“Is it such a cheap entertainment bar to escape from the training center? If it were me…”
“f*ck it!”
At the same time, two women held the broken section of the bottle to their necks.
It’s a pitiful hostage-taking with civilian lives at stake.
“Quit it. There’s nothing to be gained by doing this. Let’s just go back to being good.”
“Do you have anything when you go back? After all, aren’t you going to erase the trait or discard it if that fails!?”
Graysteel did not respond to that.
Because it’s true.
The author is a person who escaped from the 3rd Training Center, and has a very dangerous trait called brainwashing.
Although it is still at the level of brainwashing a few people in close range, no one knows how its characteristics will change later.
In addition to that, it has a rare ability to distort the viewer’s field of view.
Until he was brought to the 3rd training center, he used that ability to play pranks that gave him considerable mental trauma by making the photos of the Internet community look different.
I tried to take a look at that picture, but I said that I regretted it unconditionally, and I thought it was because I never showed it, but it became a hot topic on the Internet in a bad way for a while.
Did he say Helcan Ness or Halberd?
If the ability was strong, I would have rather enrolled him in the academy and train him as a hero, but unfortunately the author’s characteristics were not that strong.
So the management bureau tried to remove the characteristics by forcibly entering the author into the 3rd Training Center.
Because it was inappropriate to be used as a hero, and there was a high possibility of degenerating into a villain if left unattended.
Especially, this is true of mental abilities.
The 3rd training center is a place where those who are weak enough to become heroes, but who can become villains one day, are reformed.
Most of them are put into the public sector through mental education and socialization to prevent the corruption of villains by guaranteeing a minimum livelihood.
However, depending on the characteristics, if the characteristics are severe, some kind of procedure is used to remove the characteristics, or if even that is limited, it is ‘discarded’.
Those with very weak characteristics can be treated with surgery, but the author failed to remove the characteristics.
In other words, it is a high-risk molecule with plenty of room to awaken with stronger characteristics someday.
After that, he realized that the fate that awaited him was scrapped and escaped dramatically.
Using the trait, he kept narrowly avoiding the pursuit, and eventually he was caught after the incident came over to Secretto.
Graysteel asked while covering all the walls of the room with a shield.
“What are you going to do? Do you want to come with me or die here as a rat?”
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“If you touch me, these women will die too.”
As the dead-eyed women pushed the broken bottle even harder into their throats, the cuts began to ooze clear blood.
But Graysteel spoke in a tone that seemed not to be very interested.
“Women can’t help it. I’m talking about you. Actually we have no way to dismantle your brainwashing techniques. Do you know what that means?”
The man didn’t say anything, so Graysteel answered instead.
“Your goal is to kill in the first place. Persuading with words like this was not actually in the plan. So let’s go ahead with words.”
“Doesn’t matter if a citizen dies or not?”
Gray Steel shrugged as he watched more and more women bleed.
“I don’t think that’s what you’re talking about. And to answer that question, well. In unavoidable cases, it can’t be helped.”
“Crazy bastards… I hate your heroes. Why the f*ck do guys like me have to be dragged into that f*cking place and turned into lab rats after expressing the same characteristics!?”
Exclaimed the man, squinting his eyes.
“Is it my fault that the traits are manifested?! It’s my fault for not being able to enter the academy! You said you don’t do villains! I’ll just live a normal life! I even wrote a pledge, but why are you dragging me! Why!”
“What should I do if I ask me for that now?”
Graysteel laughed bitterly.
As the author is as he is, as we are as we are, the administration is as the administration, each with its own logic and circumstances.
As the cogs turn, they cannot all fit together.
One or two of the many gears will be out of alignment.
If you turn it too hard, the machine will break down, and you won’t be able to replace all the other gears for those few.
Just take out one or two gears and everything will be solved.
Regal Mite insists that even those defective items should be considered.
Yes, I can understand Regal Mite’s position.
Basically, the author is innocent.
If it’s a crime, it’s a very minor crime of escaping from the training center.
It was not the author’s will that the characteristics manifested, and neither was the failure of the procedure to remove the characteristics.
And to escape to live.
If wanting to live is a sin, then everyone is a sinner.
That’s why Regal Mite kept not liking this mission and persistently persuaded Graysteel to make an arrest instead of a kill.
But Graysteel had a different idea.
As for the judgment of the law, in the end it would be all about escaping from the training center, but when that is over, it will eventually be scrapped.
Isn’t it the same thing to die like that, to be shot here, or to die?
Anyway, the author has potential that is too dangerous to leave alone.
It is not right to leave the embers of a disaster by forcefully reviving those who are institutionally or administratively destined to die.
That was Graysteel’s logic.
But he made a pact with Regal Might, so he’ll have to let him live.
It seems that those two women can’t help it.
Regal Mite and Gray Steel do not have mental skills, so there is no way to solve their brainwashing.
The only option is to take some damage during the capture process.
Because killing was the goal anyway, the Administration Bureau sent two people specializing in it.
So Graysteel activated a gray aura.
“Since we have conflicting opinions, one side has no choice but to force it.”
In an instant, thin strands of aura rushed toward Graysteel’s ears, but were blocked by the barrier that formed earlier.
A deep sense of frustration flashed across the man’s face.
“What can I do? It’s neither you nor my fault that it turned out this way.”
Graysteel sighed and began constructing a complex defense.
A basic physical shield to protect women’s necks, and an advanced composite shield to block brainwashing. It was a very high-level technology that included several more, but in fact, it only took a few seconds for all of them to be completed.
Just then, Regal Mite had just entered the room.
“They say they won’t follow us. We’ve set up a barrier, so if you beat us up and catch us…”
“No! It’s dangerous!”
Suddenly, Regal Mite screamed and charged at Graysteel.
Looking at the huge fist of Regal Mite reaching out to him, Graysteel realized.
Looks like the legal mite got caught in that person’s vision distortion ability.
Perhaps they mistook the woman with the bottle for me and me for a fugitive.
That’s why the 3rd Training Center tried to dispose of it.
It seems like a trivial ability, but it’s very dangerous if you decide to abuse it.
Anyway, getting hit by that fist would hurt quite a bit.
I’m sorry, Regal Mite.
I hate being sick.
* * * * *
After a while, Regal Might found herself lying on her floor with her limbs stretched out.
She tried to get her body up, but she fell back on her bed, moaning from the pain all over her body.
“Stay still.”
Turning her head towards the sound, Graysteel sat arrogantly next to the fugitive lying on the couch, passed out.
“Women…?”
“I paid for the travel expenses and sent it back.”
“What happened to me…?”
“I want you to attack me because of this guy’s vision distortion ability.”
“Is that so… hehehehe!?”
“Don’t move. You’ve been beaten quite a bit.”
“Oops…”
Said Gray Steel to Regal Might, who slowly turned her head toward her ceiling and closed her eyes with a sigh.
“The fugitives were captured and no civilians were hurt. Outside now, we don’t even know what happened here. I did as you asked, so why don’t you shoot me tonight?”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Well, I thought of it while beating you up, but I wonder what a refreshing dried pollack soup would be like.”
At Graysteel’s gray joke, Regal Mite burst into blood and laughed.
* * * * *
“So… You mean the professor beat the hero like a drumstick…?”
Han Min-ha, who heard the story, looked at the gigantic Regal Mite, which was almost two meters tall, and asked cautiously.