I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 235

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Chapter 235
235: You’re All Unbothered!? (1)
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The sparring match between Dohyun’s clone—more precisely, the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent and the Plague Lord—against the Dohyun Party ended in defeat.
Hanalin and Jiyuchan, still unfamiliar with grand magic and ascending martial arts, fell to the Plague Lord who gave them no openings, and Dohyun himself was defeated by the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent, which demonstrated applications he’d never even imagined.
From the moment I decided to grant them consciousness, I knew they’d be strong, but I never imagined they’d be this formidable. The loss wasn’t simply because the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent was stronger—rather, all three of us, Dohyun, Hanalin, and Jiyuchan, failed to utilize our full potential.
Returning to my room, washing up, and lying in bed, I still wore an expression of frustration.
“Siiiiigh——!!”
I exhaled heavily, laying bare my vexation, but Hanalin and Jiyuchan showed no particular concern about the defeat. Instead, they calmly went about their tasks.
Hanalin had returned from bathing, dried her hair, and was now reading a textbook on Celestial Saint Orbit Technique, while Jiyuchan sat quietly in meditation, conducting inner cultivation.
Only I sighed with frustration, bristling with irritation.
Perhaps that’s why.
I had originally planned to take the day off until tomorrow for the Davy Jones Raid and venture out for Area hunting, but I changed my mind and returned to the Dormitory early.
Right now, reviewing the sparring match was far more important than hunting Area bosses.
Above all.
‘I knew I couldn’t fully utilize everything… but I never expected it to be this bad.’
Watching how the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent and the Plague Lord utilized their abilities, I managed to gain some insight.
Now that I had a nearly perfect model to observe, I carefully pondered how to use myself. Of course, I barely used skills when fighting the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent, but even that alone yielded tremendous gains—it was a meaningful sparring session.
In fact, if I thought about it, this was the first time I’d gained so much from a single sparring match.
With my existing combat sense and the application of Analysis, I was an opponent beyond comparison, so having such an excellent model was like giving a tiger wings.
Thanks to that.
‘The inner world… that’s it.’
The difference between me and the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent lay in how we perceived the inner world.
The inner world is a realm one creates for oneself. In other words, it’s the inner world of one’s fundamental nature or oneself.
However, the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent and the Plague Lord were entities residing within my inner world—my inner consciousness.
Therefore.
‘They understand me better than I understand myself.’
Since they dwelled within my inner world, which is me itself, they could manipulate my body better than I could.
Meanwhile, I.
‘The inner world… that’s the issue.’
I still didn’t fully understand my own inner world—myself. In truth, who can completely understand themselves? People are inherently elusive and difficult to grasp, even when it comes to oneself.
That’s why the old saying goes: one may know the depths of ten fathoms of water, but not the depths of a single fathom of the human heart.
So I couldn’t help but regard Hanalin and Jiyuchan, who were quietly going about their tasks, with a hint of envy.
“Sigh.”
Since their inner worlds were essentially already established, they could learn grand magic and ascending martial arts more quickly. But I must forge my own path from here on.
That made it a far more complicated and arduous journey.
I had certainly grasped something. Now I understood how I was fundamentally constructed.
And.
‘Most of what I’ve gained comes from Analysis, so I can’t exclude it.’
I realized that everything I’d thought until now was completely wrong. Until now, I’d often deliberately excluded Analysis to awaken and build my inner world, but that was mistaken.
From the start, I and Analysis were inseparable—attempting to construct a mental framework while excluding that relationship was like dismantling the very foundation itself, making it impossible to succeed.
So when the next sparring match came, I resolved not to entertain the foolish idea of fighting without using Analysis.
Analysis was me, and I was Analysis’s master—there was no need to separate them in thought. I’d considered that much, but I still understood one thing.
It wasn’t enough.
‘The real problem is that I’m not using Analysis to its full potential.’
Even without Analysis’s power, the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent and the Plague Lord had already surpassed me in handling my own body—this situation couldn’t continue as it was.
Perhaps that’s why.
“I’m challenging again tomorrow!”
As I shouted this, Hanalin, who had been studying the Celestial Sage Formula’s manual, turned her head, and Jiyuchan, who had been meditating, slowly opened his eyes and looked at me.
Then.
“I thought you were going hunting tomorrow, but you’re going to spar instead?”
“I thought so too, but that’s unexpected.”
Both of them looked at me with surprise, but instead I looked at them with bewilderment.
“Huh? You two aren’t bothered at all!?”
When I asked this, both Hanalin and Jiyuchan blinked at me as if asking what the problem was. It wasn’t that they were genuinely unbothered—their expressions showed they didn’t understand my question in the first place.
Seeing that, I grew frustrated and asked.
“Didn’t I just lose to my own clone? Aren’t you upset?”
“Oh. That’s what you were talking about?”
“I was wondering too.”
Seeing their indifferent expressions, Hanalin spoke up first.
“We lose to you all the time anyway, so what’s the big deal about losing to your clone?”
“If we could beat a clone, that would be nice, but didn’t you also lose? If that’s the case, then the consciousness you gave your clone is stronger than you. How could we possibly defeat a clone that even you couldn’t beat?”
“…I, I suppose that’s true?”
Convinced by their words, I nodded in agreement, and both Hanalin and Jiyuchan thought that made sense.
After all, how many times had I actually experienced defeat? Excluding Baeryujin, who was overwhelmingly stronger, I had no experience of losing—or so Hanalin and Jiyuchan thought.
Especially since I’d lost to a clone with identical specs to myself, my pride must have taken quite a hit.
Perhaps that’s why.
In this area, Hanalin and Jiyuchan could be considered my seniors, so they offered me advice.
“Yes, if you’re going to spar again tomorrow, we should make sure you can win, but it’s better to develop further than to waste time sulking about a loss. That’s why we’re studying like this now.”
“If you let emotions control your actions, things that should work won’t. That’s why I’m reviewing the match through meditation.”
“…Wow.”
“So don’t worry too much and just focus on what you need to do.”
“Release your emotions quickly.”
I could only nod at the advice they gave me.
“That really helped! Thanks! It’s true that people with experience give better advice.”
“…?” “…?”
Until just moments ago, they had been the ones advising me not to be swayed by emotions, but my last comment was something they couldn’t let slide.
But what could they do if they let it slide? I had spoken sincerely out of gratitude, and it was true that Hanalin and Jiyuchan had plenty of experience in this area and gave good advice. If they said anything now, they’d be ignoring their own advice about not being swayed by emotions.
Hanalin and Jiyuchan felt the sting of my words, but unable to say anything, they reminded themselves of their own advice and returned to studying.
And.
‘Tomorrow, I’ll definitely knock him down!’
‘Tomorrow, I’ll kill him for sure!’
For some reason, Hanalin and Jiyuchan threw themselves into reviewing the match with even more fervor than before.
Unaware of their determination, Dohyun was alone, reviewing his own sparring session.
As he did, he couldn’t help but smile faintly—he was beginning to grasp how to handle Analysis.
‘Tomorrow might be quite different.’
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A sigh echoed through the office located at the very top of the largest building in Safe Zone Baul.
“Sigh…”
It was the sigh of Hezway, the owner of this building and commander of the Deviants Attack Squad, who despite the late hour, remained at his desk drowning in work.
One might wonder what could possibly demand so much attention, but it was none other than the matter of hunting down Davy Jones itself—which meant he had to handle necessary supplies and countless other preparations.
Most importantly, he needed to secure consent from the other Safe Zones.
Unlike the bosses of other zones, Davy Jones remained undefeated and in hiding, so there was no guarantee the creature wouldn’t attack other Safe Zones if the Attack Team failed. This necessity for consensus was proving far more difficult than anticipated.
The council members from each Safe Zone, each scheming for their own profits and advantages, were proving incredibly frustrating.
This was ridiculous.
‘They’re nothing but merchants.’
Though he thought of them as mere traders rather than true Hunters, their concerns weren’t entirely without merit—taking precautions was indeed the right call.
Only after dispatching C-rank Hunters from the Draxion Dimension and promising to prevent any rampage by Davy Jones from reaching other Safe Zones were they gradually beginning to consent.
This forced Hezway into endless discussions with council members from other Safe Zones, leaving him utterly exasperated.
‘I’m sick of this.’
He longed to hunt simply for the sake of hunting, but having to navigate these complex webs of interests and obligations made him realize anew that being a Superior Race wasn’t purely a blessing.
The burden of responsibility and duty that came with strength suffocated him.
He understood it was necessary, but wouldn’t it be better for a Hunter to focus on hunting instead? Yet as a Superior Race, Hezway couldn’t escape these responsibilities.
Meanwhile.
‘I envy them.’
The more he observed the Dohyun Party—inferior races free from any responsibility or obligation, simply hunting and moving about—the more such thoughts consumed him.
Only now did Hezway truly understand what a blessing it was to form a party with kindred spirits and hunt together.
‘If only I had a place there.’
With such thoughts, Hezway continued his work. After laboring through the night, morning broke, and he lifted his head as he felt vibrations resonating through the entire building once more.
‘Hmm, sparring again?’
Yesterday the building had trembled late at night, but today it was shaking from early morning, which struck him as odd.
And he thought to himself.
‘I need to get some air.’
Unable to bear the restlessness from being cooped up in his office, Hezway made his way toward the Sparring Hall that was shaking the entire building.
Upon arriving, he found Dohyun fighting desperately from the early morning. Or rather—
“Three… Dohyuns?”

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