The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 114

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 114
I looked at Kwon Ik-seong as if asking for help, but there was no way he could assist me while disguised as Cheon Min-jun.
“By the way, there are ten bullets. Whoever lands the most hits wins. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Choi Se-a let out a slight laugh at Pee So-won’s arrogant reply.
The competition started quickly.
“Increase the speed to 10.”
“10 is still—”
The Monitoring Staff hesitated, but Choi Se-a glanced up at the 2nd floor and spoke coldly.
“10.”
“Yes.”
…Who would dare defy that tone?
Even without skills, that presence alone rendered me speechless.
At the same time, the blades began moving wildly.
As the blades grazed past Choi Se-a holding the rifle, they spun through the air.
She’s going to hit that?
The moment I thought that.
Bang!
Choi Se-a hit one of the blades.
Beep—
With the sound, the next blade flew.
This time it came straight at Choi Se-a.
Bang!
What is she doing?
I couldn’t even see it.
Red dots or whatever—if it were me, I’d want to cry and beg to stop right now at that speed.
But Pee So-won beside me simply gazed at Choi Se-a with composure and said this.
“She hasn’t achieved unification yet.”
What the hell is unification, you bastard?
As I furrowed my brow watching Pee So-won speak as if it were amusing.
Beep—
This time, a blade grazed past Choi Se-a at an absolutely insane speed.
Choi Se-a turned her body without hesitation and hit the blade.
“Is that really just the arm flying off?”
When I asked, the staff member answered with an ambiguous expression.
“Presumably.”
Presumably?
“We’ve never increased the speed to 10 before…. At level 8, there was a case where an arm was severed.”
What are you saying?!
I looked down at Choi Se-a with the urge to cry.
Yet she had already fired eight shots and was on her ninth.
Beep—
This time, the blade came flying as if fluttering on wings.
What?
This one’s quite slow, isn’t it?
As I thought that, Pee So-won spoke from beside me.
“Hmm… This is fun.”
Bang!
And simultaneously, Choi Se-a fired her ninth bullet.
This bullet struck the tip of the blade that had been fluttering.
The blade, as if unaffected by the impact, continued flying straight toward Choi Se-a.
I furrowed my brow.
“That… that thing…”
Choi Se-a pointed the gun barrel upward.
But she didn’t fire.
“If this continues…”
Her head would be sliced clean off…
And in that moment—
Bang!
Choi Se-a fired.
Simultaneously, the blade grazed past her hair tied high on her head.
Choi Se-a’s hair scattered widely.
The blade shattered into fragments, scattering across the piles of broken blades accumulated on both sides of her.
Beep—
The final sound signaling the end rang out.
Choi Se-a laughed softly and looked upward.
Soon, the Monitoring Staff spoke into the microphone.
“Nine points.”
Nine points?
I pressed myself against the 2nd Floor Window, staring at the shattered blades.
Only then did I notice the small red dot in the center of the blade.
She hit that tiny target nine times?
Choi Se-a removed her goggles and handed them to the staff member.
Without even glancing at Choi Se-a as she removed the goggles, Pee So-won collected the bullets.
I watched Pee So-won with a worried expression.

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Bang!
Beep—
Bang!
Beep—
‘Damn it….’
I knew this would happen.
I clenched my fists tightly where no one could see as I watched Pee So-won adjust her aim from the moment of firing, not even letting the blade graze her head.
Why was I worried?
That Pee So-won might lose?
No.
I was worried she’d win so ruthlessly!
When you go to a company MT and play cards with the director, you’re supposed to go easy on them!
Bang!
Beep—
A perfect shooting stance.
The gun and her arm seemed to move as one.
Honestly, regardless of undercover investigations or whatever, I couldn’t help but admire it.
I’d felt it before when using different guns, but those were always urgent situations—I’d never seen such a flawless stance until now.
I pictured Pee So-won standing behind the firing line wearing eye blinders.
Like any athlete, Pee So-won must have envisioned herself standing behind that firing line countless times, day and night.
How would her stance be?
How much would she shake?
How much error would there be?
What would she need to do to overcome it?
And then she’d try everything.
For a single opportunity.
A lifetime of effort decided by a single gamble.
It’s absurd, but for athletes, one defeat can strip away every opportunity.
And conversely, the moment of victory brings another chance.
A chance to compete in the next round.
Those who’ve experienced it know.
The eyes of someone whose muscles, bones, and entire body have been carved by that tedious, nauseating process.
I watched Pee So-won firing her rifle lightly as the blade flew toward her from the side.
Not even blinking when the shell casings fell.
I glanced sideways at Choi Se-a.
Choi Se-a was watching Pee So-won with a faint smile on her face.
“…What’s the score?”
“Eight points, ma’am.”
“She’s hit everything so far. Of course, her reaction time must be faster than mine, right?”
I leaned my body against the back of the sofa where Choi Se-a was sitting.
The monitoring staff couldn’t bring themselves to answer.
The answer would naturally be “fast.”
There was no need for monitoring.
You could tell just by looking with your eyes.
Choi Se-a also hit the unpredictable blade accurately in the same way.
But even with the same score of 8, Choi Se-a took a bit longer to predict the blade’s movement.
Left, diagonal, or right—if you just swung at a blade whose next direction you couldn’t predict, it would simply deflect away.
However, Pee So-won allowed no margin for error, predicting the movement in barely a second and immediately pulling the trigger.
‘How on earth is she doing that?’
I thought Choi Se-a was a monster, but Pee So-won seemed to have transcended the realm of humanity entirely.
“Then shall we take a look at the ninth target? There’s something interesting about the ninth one.”
“Ah. That slowly flying target?”
As I blurted out without thinking, Choi Se-a looked at me.
Ugh. Her gaze is absolutely terrifying!
Please don’t look at me.
“Right. Does it look slow to you?”
“Huh? Yes…”
“But it moves in a really interesting way. It vibrates very slightly.”
Interesting.
Pee So-won used the exact same word.
Only then could I understand why Choi Se-a had no choice but to miss the ninth target.
It wasn’t just flying slowly.
It was vibrating minutely, and because that speed was so fast, it appeared slow.
And the fact that I couldn’t see that vibration meant the speed was beyond what the human eye could perceive.
‘This is insane.’
The moment I thought that.
Whizz—
The blade flew toward me.
The ninth target.
I narrowed my eyes watching it.
No matter how hard I focused, a human like me couldn’t see the vibrations of that target.
But—
I looked at Pee So-won’s slightly tilted head standing on the first floor.
Holding her breath, the moment she felt as if the gun and she had become one.
The moment when I could feel both the smell of sweat and the lighting from the arena.
In such moments, an instant becomes so long it transforms into eternity.
Bang!
Simultaneously, the sound of gunfire echoed.

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In the dimly lit director’s office, Choi Se-a reclined on the sofa, nursing a glass of whiskey.
And Cheon Min-jun was massaging her feet.
“I lost. Completely. Right?”
“….”
Cheon Min-jun didn’t answer.
It wasn’t that he was reading the room—he’d simply judged that silence suited Cheon Min-jun’s character better.
Because Kwon Ik-seong was inside Cheon Min-jun’s body.
And Choi Se-a had indeed lost.
Choi Se-a hit nine shots, while Pee So-won landed all ten.
And according to their agreement, Pee So-won claimed one item as her prize.
A .50 caliber rifle.
‘This will do nicely.’
While it was certainly an expensive rifle, she’d deliberately chosen something that wasn’t particularly high-value compared to the other items stored there.
Choi Se-a recalled that sight and raised one eyebrow.
“She shoots incredibly well. Makes you wonder why someone from KS would come to our side.”
Cheon Min-jun answered simply.
“I’ll look into it.”
He’d quickly decided it was better to offer to investigate any suspicions himself.
“Hmm, well, I’m curious about something else.”
Choi Se-a sat up and leaned her face close to Cheon Min-jun’s.
“….”
“Deputy Ha Ye-seul. Is she really D-rank?”
Choi Se-a’s eyes gleamed with interest.

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