I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 145

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Chapter 145
145: Peaceful Days (3)
In the D-rank Zone’s Labyrinth Terrain, peaceful days were unfolding without incident.
There were no significant villains to speak of, and the Deathworm that had kept everyone on edge recently had been dealt with not long ago, so most Hunters moved through the D-rank Zone with ease. Yet there were those who disturbed this tranquility.
The other heterogeneous beings watched the Elf Tribe with discomfort and displeasure as they swept through the area with spirits at their command like hunting dogs, but none dared voice a complaint. The elves seemed to be searching for something of considerable importance, and interfering would likely invite severe consequences.
The Elves—one of the Six Superior Races.
Even the Deathworm Attack Team had declined to intervene, recognizing the gravity of their mission, and no one else dared obstruct them. Yet for the Elves themselves, the frustration was equally unbearable.
“Damn it, how much longer must we endure this?”
“That cursed Jerpael.”
They vented their frustration in exasperation, yet they did not cease their search. The reason was simple and clear.
“Sigh… we must heed the Seer’s words.”
“…I know.”
“But we’ve already been searching in the D-rank Zone for over a month.”
“Shouldn’t they have moved on by now?”
At one Elf’s words, the Elf Captain fixed him with a look of contempt, his expression one of utter disdain. The subordinate flinched and lowered his head.
Then the Elf Captain continued.
“Even if they cannot achieve a new transcendence, they would still be a mid-tier race. Do you truly believe a mere mid-tier race could advance from D-rank to C-rank in a single month?”
“…That’s impossible.”
“Exactly. So stop your idle chatter and focus on the search.”
“…Understood.”
At the Captain’s command, they resumed their search reluctantly, though the Elf Captain himself shared their frustration. They had searched relentlessly for an entire month, even cutting back on sleep, yet yielded no results. The anxiety and exasperation were unavoidable.
Though he had spoken with certainty, the Elf Captain could not entirely dismiss the possibility.
The prophecy spoke of one who would open a new transcendence—in other words, someone with that potential. Perhaps, just perhaps, they had indeed advanced to C-rank.
And so.
‘I must report this to the Elder.’
In such circumstances, it was proper to consult the Elder rather than rely solely on his own judgment. He closed his eyes slowly, though his eyelids trembled slightly—after all, this amounted to a failed mission.
He steeled himself to accept any rebuke, yet fear remained beyond his control. With a quiet sigh, the Elf Captain left the Zone and went to report everything to the Elder, his superior.
If they could not find the target after a month, it was only right to seek the Elder’s wisdom.
But.
“…No matter how one opens a transcendence, there’s no way they could advance to C-rank within a month… is there?”
“…?”
At the Elder’s words, the Elf Captain blinked and looked at him.
And the Elder, observing the Captain’s reaction, spoke.
“When one opens a transcendence, their entire race transforms into a Superior Race. In other words, it is no different from gaining transcendent nature. By that logic, do you believe we Elves, already a Superior Race, could advance from D-rank to C-rank within a month?”
“…That would be impossible, would it not?”
“Correct. It is fundamentally impossible unless one already possesses a transcendence.”
The Elf Captain found some relief in these words. He had been overly cautious, he thought, and was about to return to the search when the Elder spoke again.
“Unless, of course, they are not merely harboring a transcendence, but have already awakened one.”
“One who has awakened a transcendence…?”
“Yes. I myself have never witnessed such a thing, but it is said that there are those who, without even opening a transcendence, already possess one and have awakened it. That monkey, too, was said to be such an existence.”
“Y-yes, Elder.”
The Elder spoke to the Elf Captain, whose body trembled with anxiety.
“But would that monkey-like creature appear again? Impossible. So we can ignore that concern.”
Though the Elf Captain should have felt reassured by the Elder’s words, something was wrong. Even as he swallowed hard and retreated, his body continued to shake with unease.
An ominous premonition gnawed at him.
And so.
“Search faster!!!”
The Elves redoubled their efforts. Yet no matter how much time passed, they found themselves sinking deeper into a quagmire, unable to even locate Jerpael’s killer.
Without a single clue to guide them, the Elves remained trapped in the D-rank Zone.
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The cafe that Hanalin had guided us to was unmistakably no ordinary establishment. For starters, the prices were staggering—a single pastry fragment exceeded ten thousand won, and some breads cost thirty thousand. Both Dohyun and Choe Yunsuk couldn’t help but gape.
Even with approximately seven billion won in my account, now reduced to the early six billions after the deluge of holiday gifts, the exquisitely expensive desserts adorning this cafe made me shudder. I wondered just how delicious these items had to be to command such prices.
Hanalin smiled faintly as she watched Dohyun and Choe Yunsuk stand frozen in bewilderment. Just as women rarely visited Korean Rice Cake Soup Restaurants, men seldom came to places like this.
Of course, many men did enjoy such establishments, but the absolute majority avoided them, preferring generic franchise coffee shops instead.
As Dohyun and Choe Yunsuk deliberated, Hanalin approached and recommended various items.
“These madeleines and salted bread are delicious too.”
“Really?”
When I examined the madeleine and salted bread, I noticed the salted bread was marked “12,0”—not 1,200 won, but 12,000 won. The madeleine, smaller than my fist, cost 15,000 won.
It was absurd, but I was curious just how delicious these items had to be at such prices, so I selected a variety.
As Choe Yunsuk browsed around, he tilted his head as if something was amiss. When Hanalin and I noticed his confusion, Choe Yunsuk asked.
“Something’s strange. Why don’t you have chocolate conch bread? And where are the glutinous rice donuts?”
“…Pardon?” “Sigh.”
Hanalin and I responded simultaneously, and I felt so mortified that I couldn’t lift my head. It was fine to like chocolate conch bread or glutinous rice donuts—I enjoyed them too—but the sheer audacity of searching for such items in an upscale Gangnam cafe made me bow my head in shame.
Hanalin stared blankly, unsure how to respond to Choe Yunsuk. Watching him awkwardly wander about with his pastry tray, I grabbed his arm and spoke.
“They don’t have those here.”
“What? Why? Isn’t this a bakery?”
“It’s not, so just pick something and eat.”
“Damn. Got it.”
Recalling Choe Yunsuk’s nickname—”Dull-headed”—I stared at him with a look so grave that he flinched and nodded before returning to select various pastries.
Only then did Hanalin’s stunned expression fade as she blinked. While it was amusing that she’d been frozen, unsure what to say to Choe Yunsuk, from a friend’s perspective, it bordered on horror rather than comedy.
In any case, after all the commotion, Dohyun and Hanalin selected reasonable pastries and appropriate beverages. When Choe Yunsuk chose milk, there was a brief commotion about how milk was the perfect pairing for bread, but otherwise the order was completed smoothly.
Once we were seated, the only saving grace was that I’d already cast a cognitive inhibition on Choe Yunsuk, so even when he spoke loudly, others couldn’t hear him.
“Phew, this isn’t easy.”
“…Indeed.”
“Huh? Why? Why is that?”
When Dohyun and Hanalin spoke thus, Choe Yunsuk asked obliviously, but neither answered. Still, he seemed to understand that their silence meant they didn’t want to explain, so he said nothing more.
Despite selecting only a few pastries, the total exceeded one hundred thousand won, but Dohyun and Choe Yunsuk’s reactions upon tasting them were favorable.
“Wow, it’s pricey, but it really is delicious….”
“Oh, is it?”
When I agreed that it was delicious, Hanalin’s expression relaxed. Bringing them here only to hear it was tasteless would have been embarrassing. As both of us acknowledged that the high price was justified, Hanalin could finally breathe easy.
We sat there eating bread and conversing at a leisurely pace.
Since all three of us were Awakened, the topic of conversation was practically predetermined.
“So you haven’t entered the academy yet, Yunsuk?”
“That’s right. I’m entering at the end of the month, so there’s not much time left.”
“Indeed.”
Hanalin nodded and, seemingly quite curious, asked Choe Yunsuk a question.
“So if you’re learning from Dohyun first, do you use magic? Or martial arts?”
When Hanalin asked whether Choe Yunsuk was a Mage or a martial artist, he looked at her with a puzzled expression. As Hanalin returned his gaze with equal confusion, Choe Yunsuk spoke.
“??? Since Dohyun uses martial arts, I use martial arts too?”
“Ah…!”
At those words, Hanalin belatedly remembered. Because Dohyun used both magic and martial arts so effortlessly, she had overlooked it—normally, one couldn’t use both. Spending so much time with Dohyun had caused her to misspeak.
Choe Yunsuk had asked the question precisely because he already knew that such a thing was impossible unless one was in a truly exceptional case or a Superior Race.
Hanalin looked at Dohyun with an embarrassed expression, but he didn’t seem particularly bothered.
He nodded to Hanalin as if to say it was fine since they were friends, but she still attempted to recover.
“I thought you might be able to use magic too since you understand magical theory so well, Dohyun.”
“Ah, that’s possible.”
Choe Yunsuk replied without attaching much significance to it.
That could be the case, he thought, and suddenly began alternating his gaze between Hanalin and me. I looked at Choe Yunsuk with a questioning expression.
“What? What are you asking?”
“Why are you doing that?”
“Ah, wait—I’m getting a call.”
Choe Yunsuk said this and pulled out his phone, and I frowned watching him.
There’s no fool in this world who would hold their phone upside down to take a call. Wondering what he was doing, I watched him, and Choe Yunsuk suddenly spoke.
“What, what? Ah, Mom, I’m with friends right now? Ah, really? Then, then I’ll head over soon.”
His stilted manner of speaking was obviously an act, but I observed what he was doing.
“Ah, this is sudden. Mom just called me over, so I should go. You two spend some time together and come back. I’m leaving first. It was enjoyable today!”
As Choe Yunsuk said this and vacated his seat, Hanalin looked at him with suspicion, while I regarded him as if he were insane.
As he left, Choe Yunsuk looked back at me, rubbed his index finger across his nose with a flourish, gave me a thumbs up, and exited the store.
‘That guy is absolutely insane.’

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