I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114
114: Lov Korea (1)
How much time had passed?
As Dohyun, I couldn’t even sense how much time had elapsed.
[30 minutes and 43 seconds have passed since gaining enlightenment.]
Analysis kindly informed me. Thinking less time had passed than expected, I was about to examine my body after gaining enlightenment when someone caught my eye.
Han Muyeol, who had been steadfastly guarding the entrance, locked eyes with the awakened Dohyun.
“Hmm?”
I looked at Han Muyeol with a bewildered expression, wondering why he was here, and he shook his head at the sight of me.
It was fortunate that Han Muyeol’s office was right next to the Special Training Room; otherwise, I might have faced quite an ordeal. He glared at me, but seeing that I hadn’t noticed even after waking up, he was certain I was still inexperienced. Han Muyeol quietly reproached me.
“When one falls into meditation after gaining enlightenment of subtle principles, that’s when one is most vulnerable. It seems your enlightenment is also connected to your inner mindscape—in such cases, you must have a guardian standing watch like this.”
From Han Muyeol’s words, I could understand what he meant even without my transcendent Analysis ability.
“Ah… like in martial arts novels?”
“…Yes.”
Han Muyeol was about to say something to my words, but since he also knew about martial arts novels, he didn’t say anything particular. After all, the term “guardian watch” was indeed borrowed from those novels. Thinking it was better to understand clearly, Han Muyeol stood up from his seat.
Since I had awakened, there was no longer any reason for him to stand watch.
As Han Muyeol stood, I bowed my head toward him and expressed my gratitude.
“Thank you.”
“…”
At those words, Han Muyeol said nothing more and returned to his room for his pressing duties, though his retreating figure seemed to carry a sense of approval. I didn’t pay it much mind, but the two of them were about to stand watch for the others.
But at that moment, Han Muyeol, who was leaving, spoke without turning back.
“Once you’ve mastered it, I’ll have you enter right away.”
With just those words, Han Muyeol left, and I chuckled at his manner.
In a sense, I had merely grasped a single subtle principle, but I could feel how much my body had changed.
But to be certain, I checked my status window, and sure enough, even though less than a day had passed, I could see it had changed.
『Dohyun』
『Trait: Analysis [Ex]』
『Stats』
▶「Strength: 59▶63」
▶「Agility: 61▶64」
▶「Stamina: 60▶63」
▶「Mana: 62▶65」
I could feel that the stats, which had felt like a magical barrier, had risen considerably, and moreover, I could see that Jiyuchan and Hanalin’s main stats had also risen to 63.
Seeing that, I thought I had truly obtained something incredible and loosened up my body lightly.
It was still only approaching 1 o’clock, so once the two of them woke up, I’d need to spar with them to help them digest the newly gained subtle principles.
Whether Hanalin and Jiyuchan sensed that I was thinking this, their bodies flinched slightly, and I smiled contentedly at the sight.
‘I wonder how much stronger we’ve become.’
Feeling an inexplicable chill, the two continued to absorb their enlightenment.
* * *
After all members of the Dohyun Party grasped the ascending subtle principles, naturally, sparring followed.
None of the three had fully awakened to their origins, but the fact that they’d grasped even a portion of it was so tremendous that even Dohyun, who had never sustained injuries during sparring until now, bore considerable burns and wounds.
Hanalin and Jiyuchan likewise displayed numerous fresh injuries, yet the three couldn’t help but laugh softly as they regarded one another.
The reason they laughed despite being hurt quite severely wasn’t because they’d lost their minds.
All three felt it.
“We’ve really gotten stronger.”
“At this rate, we should be able to hold our own even among C-rank Hunters.”
“Let’s request a sparring match tomorrow.”
Dohyun spoke with a touch of coolness as he observed Hanalin and Jiyuchan displaying considerable excitement.
Dohyun’s Guardian physiology allowed for rapid regeneration, and since Dohyun had applied Muscle Restoration—a Healer technique—to both of them, their bodies were recovering without any life-threatening injuries.
In any case, the two, who had been brimming with excitement, nodded as their fervor subsided slightly at Dohyun’s words.
After all, they didn’t need to make the judgment themselves, so both suppressed their heightened emotions.
It was something they could test whenever they wanted anyway.
But Dohyun was different.
‘We’ve become incredibly strong relative to our stats.’
Though everyone’s primary stats had reached the mid-60s, which had made him uneasy, Dohyun now judged that such concerns were unnecessary.
The Analysis confirmed that despite being in the mid-60s, they were far stronger than that would suggest.
Originally, he’d intended to raise his primary stats to 70, but that necessity had vanished.
With that thought, Dohyun sent a text to Han Muyeol.
[Could you arrange a sparring match tomorrow with another C-rank party?]
Not long after sending the message, Han Muyeol’s reply arrived.
[Han Muyeol, Association President: I already sensed the momentum from nearby and arranged it. You can meet them tomorrow at 2 PM at Arena 8.]
[Oh, thank you, sir. Your loyalty is appreciated.]
Upon receiving Dohyun’s lighthearted message, Han Muyeol apparently ignored it, as no reply came.
In any case, hearing that a match was arranged for tomorrow, Dohyun grinned and spoke to the other two.
“Arena 8 at 2 PM tomorrow.”
“That was quick. It seems the Association President made arrangements beforehand.”
“Tomorrow, huh. I’d love to fight right now, but… let’s rest today.”
Hanalin, familiar with Han Muyeol’s nature, quickly grasped the situation, while Jiyuchan, suppressing his burning enthusiasm, grinned at the prospect of tomorrow.
Dohyun nodded approvingly as he observed the two.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Both nodded at Dohyun’s words.
Though they’d confirmed their growth after sparring, they themselves knew better than anyone how much stronger they’d become, and an intense longing gleamed in their eyes.
The three, eager for tomorrow to arrive, organized the space and departed.
For tomorrow’s sparring match.
* * *
The Korean Hunter Association housed more C-rank Hunters than one might expect. While D-rank was the most numerous, C-rank Hunters were the second most common, creating considerable diversity among them—and Elliot was one of them.
Elliot’s party, which he’d named Lov Korea, consisted of five members: Elliot himself, Jisoo Kim, Yeonsu Lee, Jahyeon Gu, and Mincheol Han.
Elliot was the leader.
With a strong American father’s blood running through him, he’d even been given an English name, yet having lived longer in South Korea than in America, he was one of the mixed-race individuals who remained in Korea.
However, remaining in Korea didn’t mean he lacked talent or capability.
In fact, Elliot was such a promising prospect that the United States had even sent official documents requesting his family’s repatriation, so his pride in himself overflowed.
To that extent, his attachment to South Korea—the country his father wished to remain in—was equally exceptional.
Perhaps even excessively so.
‘The Korean Association President Han Muyeol personally asked me to do this!!!’
Given his intense attachment to South Korea, he had joined the Association rather than any of the Four Great Guilds, and he was a conscientious young man who performed considerable volunteer work in the name of patriotism.
Of course, it was admirable work, but because he always took things too far, his party members frequently found themselves in awkward situations.
The fact that their party was even named Lov Korea embarrassed them to death.
“Sigh, that guy’s hanbok is really….”
“At least it’s a modernized version….”
“…And he had his armor custom-made to look like ancient Joseon plate armor.”
“…He’s insane.”
He constantly wore modernized hanbok and had his equipment custom-crafted to resemble old Joseon armor, which was quite bothersome.
Whenever they entered the Black Gate to hunt, the stares they attracted were overwhelming—so much so that they wished they could abandon him and venture separately, or even transfer to a different party. But the party members simply couldn’t bring themselves to do it.
Why? The reason was simple.
‘If only he were just a little weaker….’
‘Without Elliot, we wouldn’t have climbed this far this quickly.’
‘If only he lacked talent, we would’ve deserted by now….’
‘Ugh, what can we do. We have to stick with him.’
While they lacked loyalty, none of them could doubt Elliot’s talent and ability.
That’s why this access restriction seemed rather odd.
Though Lov Korea had only been at C-rank for six months, Elliot and the others could confidently say they’d reached the middle tier among C-rank parties, so the order seemed somewhat puzzling. And then a sparring request came in, making it even more puzzling.
Especially since it was a direct order from Association President Han Muyeol himself, which made it all the more inexplicable.
An order from the Association President—something they rarely saw.
It was suspicious, but they didn’t think much beyond that. After all, Elliot hadn’t given it much thought either.
“Let’s follow the Association President’s orders!!!”
“…Sure, sure.”
“Do whatever you want.”
“Let’s go, Elliot.”
“Sigh.”
When Lov Korea arrived at Arena 8, quite stringent security measures were in place.
Barriers that were rarely seen normally, and mana barriers that prevented entry to anyone without authorization—seeing these, everyone except Elliot looked bewildered.
In a situation where they couldn’t help but think something was definitely going on, they entered the sparring hall and saw three unfamiliar figures standing there.
Because Lov Korea was a skilled party, they could sense it faintly.
“All three of them are using transformation magic?”
When Yeonsu Lee, the mage of Lov Korea, said this, Mincheol Han, the rogue, asked in return.
“Can you see through it?”
“…No, I can’t even see it faintly. It’s high-level magic.”
At Yeonsu Lee’s words, the four excluding Elliot quietly heightened their alertness. The fact that she couldn’t see through it meant they were skilled practitioners of that caliber.
And at her words, only Elliot chuckled and murmured.
“Doesn’t that mean they hold our Lov Korea party in high regard?”
I shook my head at Elliot’s words, which made it sound like his mind was full of flowers.
However, the other party members were analyzing the three of us thoroughly from a distance, exchanging observations.
“Their magic is excellent, but I notice their mana reserves are all lower than ours.”
“Their concealment technique seems a bit clumsy too?”
“Hmm, their magic itself is impressive, but everything else about them seems rather awkward.”
Through this discussion, they reached a conclusion.
“They’re talented newcomers.”
“Did the Association President send them for us to train?”
“That could be fun.”
“It would certainly be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“Well, this is an order from the Association President, so we should focus on our sense of duty rather than fun….”
Just as Elliot was saying something to reprimand them, the man standing in the middle of the opposing trio let out a mocking laugh and spoke.
“You’re talking way too much, chirping away like that. I’m not sure you’re even worth sparring with?”
Hearing that arrogant remark, Mincheol Han’s expression hardened sharply.
“…Elliot’s right. This isn’t about fun—we definitely need to show them what we’re made of.”
He burned with resolve to teach those cocky juniors a humbling lesson.

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