I'm a C-Class, but All the S-Classes Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 53

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Chapter 53
I focused intently on the words written clearly before my eyes, reading them.
In short, it worked on a principle similar to a refrigerator…….
‘Fascinating.’
I’d never even imagined that a Constellation’s power could grant not just weapons and strength, but entirely different objects with fundamentally altered properties.
At this point, I actually wanted to meet the support-type Hunters contracted with an Alchemy Constellation.
The question was where they were and what they were doing now.
I tossed the glass bottle into the air and caught it, then approached the Baek Sang-cho again.
‘They looked startled when they tried to reach out…….’
Might as well just try it.
As I uncorked the glass bottle, a faint breeze emanated from the narrow opening.
‘It feels exactly like that.’
Similar to the technique Baek Seon-u had displayed once before, if I had to describe it.
I brought the glass bottle to the stem of the Baek Sang-cho. Then an urgent notification chimed again in my ear.
[ The Truth Tuner suddenly jumped to his feet, shouting that there’s no reason “fundamentals” should exist! ]
‘Well, people can not know things.’
This is the first time I’m experiencing it, after all.
Besides, the Academy curriculum doesn’t teach such details either.
Crouched down as I was, I stared at empty space for a moment and pouted slightly.
It seemed the Tuner’s temperament grew quite rough whenever absorbed in something.
Eventually, I gently scraped away the soil around where the Baek Sang-cho was planted with my fingers. Then the moment the deeply buried roots came into view, I brought the bottle’s opening near them.
What happened next was remarkable.
“……That’s incredible.”
A transparent flow trickling weakly from the bottle’s opening seeped from the roots still buried in the soil all the way up to the white leaves.
Then suddenly the stem curved and was rapidly sucked into the glass bottle at speed.
‘Insane.’
Should I sell this?
[ The Truth Tuner lamented that the contractor wasn’t originally like this, shooting a look at the Guardian of Tae-won. ]
[ The Guardian of Tae-won let out a scoff, saying he would never advise the contractor to do anything harmful. ]
I gazed at the glass bottle with the cork sealed shut once more.
The Baek Sang-cho, free of any soil, sat pristine and pure white.
Out of curiosity I shook it, but heard nothing, and the weight in my hand felt just as light as before.
[ The Truth Tuner smiled with satisfaction, encouraging me to hurry along and leave. ]
‘Ah, wait.’
I should clean this up properly.
I started to stand but crouched back down instead, moving my hands quickly.
“Wow. This is really…….”
A soft whistle escaped my lips naturally as I shook my head lightly a couple of times.
‘Cha Yu-hyeon should’ve seen this.’
No, actually. That man probably already knows about this place.
‘It’s strange though.’
How did he even know the Equipment Room was originally beside the storage?
Is he somehow connected to Dae-yeon?
‘But if he’s going to criticize the construction company like that……’
Then the pieces don’t fit together.
I shrugged at the questions that now lingered in my mind, tamped down the neatly covered soil, and pushed myself to my feet.
The way back was far easier than the way in.
Without hesitation I climbed the ladder, closed the hatch, and raked loose soil over it with my feet until it looked as it had before.
‘Time just vanished.’
I’d left the Dormitory after eleven, and it was already one in the morning.
I carefully descended the stairs back to ground level, and the moment I pushed through the brush, I put in my earbuds. Then I started running, just as I had when I arrived.
Normally I shouldn’t be sweating this much, yet my body felt oddly warm and humid.
The moment the women’s Dormitory came into view, I finally felt I could rest—my tense face began to relax. I was exhaling a sigh of relief, eyes on my feet, when it happened.
“Hey, you.”
……Damn.
My body went rigid the instant a heavy, low voice reached my ears.
As I turned my head, the small courtyard between the two Dormitories came into view first.
In that place where I usually ran into or parted ways with Baek Seon-u, a different figure now caught my eye.
“Why aren’t you coming over here?”
He even stretched his arm out toward me, wiggling his fingers.
“Ha.”
I exhaled deeply—a different kind of breath than before—and pulled out my earbuds as I walked toward them.
The man standing with his hands on both hips, watching me intently, was the male dormitory supervisor, just as I’d expected.
‘What’s this, there’s someone else here.’
Behind the supervisor, a male student was doing a push-up hold. He must have been at it for a while already; his lean frame shifted his leg strength back and forth, fighting the burn.
“Good evening.”
As I approached the supervisor, I deliberately exhaled in ragged breaths and bowed respectfully.
The supervisor let out a snort, raked his eyes over me from head to toe, then dropped his voice low.
“It’s not good.”
“…….”
“What are you doing out at this hour? The doors were all locked, weren’t they?”
Already looking away from him, I fiddled with my earphone cord and opened my mouth.
“I… couldn’t sleep, so I was out running for a bit. I was just heading back inside.”
Then I made as if to wipe my chin with my sleeve.
Fortunately, the black hoodie zip-up and the darkness around us meant there was no sign of anything—and more importantly, no sweat on my skin.
When no response came, I lifted my lashes slightly.
The supervisor’s eyes moved slowly across my appearance, scrutinizing.
[ “The Guardian of Tae-won observes that having consorted with another Awakener, the Contractor seems to have acquired various newfound talents,” the Constellation remarked. ]
There was, in fact, one unintended advantage I’d picked up.
‘I grabbed it just in case.’
As I’d passed by the Main Building Storage, I’d noticed a water bottle lying on the ground nearby and scooped it up. Since it was more than half empty, it would certainly seem credible.
‘Well, it served two purposes anyway.’
The back path of the dormitory doubled as the recycling area, after all.
Just then, the supervisor angled his body and jerked his chin toward something—the male student still holding his push-up position.
“There are a lot of hot-blooded freshmen these days. That one said he came out to exercise too.”
“Sir… I’m serious.”
What, so that makes me a liar?
Without thinking, I slanted my gaze toward the crown of the boy’s head as his voice came out thin and reedy.
In that instant, he lifted his right hand from the ground, swept his bangs back, and raised his head slightly.
Naturally, our eyes met in the empty space between us.
“Oh.”
The moment a short sound escaped from his lips, I tilted my head down just slightly—a signal: don’t acknowledge each other here.
Then I turned my eyes the other way and feigned indifference.
‘Better not to cause any misunderstanding.’
There were only the two of us caught out at this hour, after all.
“What are you two exchanging looks for?”
“…….”
My efforts proved pointless; from an authority’s perspective, it apparently looked like a transparent attempt at deception.
“Perfect timing. Both of you—twenty laps around the field, then you’re done for the night.”
“Sorry?”
“If you’ve got complaints, you can take demerits and go to bed instead.”
I started to protest, but the supervisor’s next words shut my mouth fast. In situations like this, it was far better to just run it off.
“No, I’ll do the laps.”
I answered with an awkward smile and bowed respectfully to the supervisor. Then, without hesitation, I turned toward the field.
In that moment, either at the supervisor’s instruction or on his own, someone hurried up beside me.
“You’re… Ha-ryeong, right?”
The familiar face and the steady baritone voice belonged to Han Min-sung from Class D, who’d been in my group during that Resort practical training.
I tilted my head slightly and met his eyes with a brief reply.
“Yeah.”
This guy already looks exhausted, sweat beading on his forehead.
But it did seem like he’d genuinely come out for his midnight calisthenics.
In Han Min-sung’s right hand was a jump rope, after all.
‘That’s not a bad idea.’
I wondered if I should grab one for myself, then turned my gaze forward. That’s when Han Min-sung asked quietly.
“Do you… remember me?”
“Yeah.”
“Ha… thank goodness.”
No matter how poor my memory was supposed to be, it would’ve been strange to forget someone I’d moved alongside from the first sector as a teammate.
Han Min-sung exhaled shallowly and said nothing more after that. The result was an awkward silence hanging between us.
And so we entered the track, running side by side at an unexpectedly similar pace as time ticked on.
‘My body’s always been light—must be that.’
Han Min-sung held the jump rope like a relay baton, breathing in steady, even rhythm. It didn’t look like I’d need to worry about him.
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to tell Ha-ryeong.”
Right then, Han Min-sung lowered his voice and spoke quietly.
“But there’s someone who’s always around…”
I, listening silently, swallowed a bitter laugh. That bastard Baek Seon-u—did he realize that Han Min-sung was hanging around my vicinity, and that’s why he’d been clinging to my side even more closely lately?
‘Baek Seon-u, anyway… sigh.’
I was being honest with myself about it.
The sight of Baek Seon-u that day at the bus accident still had a hold on me. That’s why I couldn’t easily push away someone who kept drawing close to my side every day.
‘If he’s calculated even this, I have to admit it.’
For a moment, a chill ran down my spine and I shuddered briefly.
I matched pace with Han Min-sung, who had slowed slightly, and asked flatly.
“What did you want to say?”
“…That day. I was grateful.”
Stunned by the sudden greeting, I glanced sideways at him even as I kept running.
‘Shouldn’t that thanks go to Park Si-eun, who was in charge?’
While this question nagged at me, Han Min-sung continued, eyes fixed straight ahead.
“After I got back and thought about it, I realized I didn’t do anything that day. Since Ha-ryeong is C-Class, I should have had your back—but I couldn’t even protect a single Buffer.”
Then he let out a rueful laugh.
Even spending time with Hye-rin, I was still clumsy at comforting others. So while I was struggling to figure out what to say without the mood turning awkward, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A step or two ahead of him, I halted and turned to face Han Min-sung.
True to my nature, I wanted to cut straight to the point and ask what this was really about, but I held my tongue.
“To be honest, at first I did look down on Ha-ryeong.”
Wait—why is he dropping a bomb like this out of nowhere?
Even so, I looked at Han Min-sung dispassionately as he stood with his hands clasped together, head bowed. His expression had grown tense, drawing out a grave atmosphere.
“But I realized that’s not something you should do based on rank.”
“…”
“I learned a lot from it. So…”
He trailed off, then lifted his gaze, and this time he looked straight at me instead of down at his feet.
“Thank you.”
With that final word, a gentle smile crossed Han Min-sung’s lips.
C-Class, Yet Every S-Class is Obsessed with Me
Episode 53
Author
| Seo Yu-yeon
Release Date
| March 6, 2026
Publisher
| Tales Six Co., Ltd.
Illustration
| Cho Geuk
Title Design
| Malang Kongttok
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© Seo Yu-yeon, 2026
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