The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 250

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 250

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I could understand the part about receiving Traces of Twisted Causality 2, I suppose.
‘Well, I don’t actually understand it, but let’s pretend I do!’
This damn status window never made sense anyway.
But then it’s saying I should discard the result—’Lee Yu-ji’s First Survival’?
What exactly happens then?
There’s only one answer.
‘I die.’
With that chilling conclusion, I turned my gaze toward Choi Woo-jin.
Entangling myself with this bastard never brought anything good.
With that thought, I spoke to Choi Woo-jin.
“No, I don’t want to die. That’s not an option.”
I clenched my teeth.
This life was given to me because my mother threw away her own.
At my words, Choi Woo-jin smiled gently.
“That’s fortunate.”
His smile was far more sincere than I expected, which caught me slightly off guard.
Simply because I said I had no intention of dying—
“I feel relieved.”
He seemed genuinely relieved.

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“You’re just going to grab chicken?”
Before I could even take off my shoes at the entrance with the chicken in hand, Yu Gyeom’s sharp voice cut through the air.
“…Did you want something other than chicken?”
“Sigh… just come inside first.”
“You, to your sister! That attitude! Huh?”
“What.”
“How very polite!”
Saying that, I hurried after Yu Gyeom into the house…?
“What is this. Is this a house?”
At my words, Choi Woo-jin nodded.
“He asked to stay at our place.”
“Right. But this place is…”
It’s way too spacious to call a house…?
This looks like it’s over a hundred pyeong.
“Grandfather’s old Yeongseong House didn’t sit right with me, so I passed on it. Even though it’s a bit small, it seemed decent enough for living alone. The security is good too.”
“Ah, I see. Even though it’s small, it’s not bad?”
Ha ha.
I was about to puff my chest out, thinking I’ve been earning decent money lately, but now I felt embarrassed.
I gazed at the modern yet incredibly expensive-looking decorative pieces scattered throughout and the enormous paintings hanging on the walls, thinking to myself.
‘Shouldn’t this place be subject to a tax audit?’
It was a thoroughly civil servant’s perspective.
However, Choi Woo-jin had been running the Daeyang Guild so transparently lately that he’d even received an award from the Hunter Association led by Mo Jun-mi.
“Surprisingly, he’s an honest guy.”
Thinking that, I greeted the Kang trio as well.
“Sister!”
“Unnie!”
“Oh, you’re here?”
The three of them huddled together toward me.
Kang Won-yeon checked first to see if I had any injuries, while Kang Min-joo pulled me into a tight embrace.
“I was so worried! Because of me, you even got caught up in strange rumors.”
“Ah, that party venue video? Yeah. I was actually going to bring that up—”
“I’m sorry. Because I asked you to come to the party with me, you ended up hearing rumors that you privately infiltrated the Hunter Church…”
“…Huh?”
No, I was trying to talk about that wooden board-breaking video you posted.
You know?
“Sob… I’m so ashamed, I’m really sorry… I felt like I shouldn’t burden you and Yu Gyeom anymore, so I packed my things.”
Kang Min-joo dragged a trunk from behind her that was as big as her own body.
“But I thought I should at least say goodbye…”
What is this.
This isn’t how I thought things would develop.
“No, no. I’m fine. All the trouble’s gone away anyway. And honestly, it worked out well. I was already investigating the Hunter Church, and thanks to you, I got major evidence too. Everything turned out great.”
“Really…?”
Kang Min-joo looked up at me with tears glistening in her eyes.
This isn’t what I wanted…
I was trying to ask Kang Min-joo to delete her post…
But what could I do?
Looking at Kang Min-joo gazing up at me with those round, wide eyes like a rabbit, I found myself saying this instead.
“Yeah. Sure. It’s fine.”
Ha ha.
After saying that, I looked at Kang Il-yeon.
“You…”
But before I could finish, something suddenly sprang up from the sofa.
Clang
Bang
.
Glimmering letters floating in mid-air.
Seeing those letters sparkle somewhat garishly, like neon signs on a street at night, I approached the sofa.
Then skeletal fingers emerged from between the cushions, clicking and clacking as they crawled up onto the sofa, looked at me quietly (?), then suddenly turned around and disappeared onto the decorative shelf beyond my reach.
It’s Imalra, right? But—
“What is that?”
Kang Il-yeon answered my question.
“Ah, that hand seems to have trouble writing with whatever it uses each time. It looks like it has a sense of self… but what is that hand? Are you raising it like a slime? Or is it just a sample specimen extracted from a golem?”
I shook my head as I watched Kang Il-yeon’s eyes sparkle.
“No way.”
“I didn’t even say anything…”
“You were about to ask if you could experiment with it, weren’t you? No way.”
“…”
Kang Il-yeon looked a bit sulky.
And Imalra on top of the decorative shelf looked equally sulky.
Hmph
.
I cleared my throat as I watched the glimmering letters Imalra sent from afar.
“Ahem. Ahem…”
I pulled out a red glove from my pocket and tossed it onto the sofa as I spoke.
“…I found it on the road.”
At my words, Imalra extended a finger slightly, then quickly scurried down onto the sofa.
Imalra slipped into the glove, seeming pleased.
Snap
Snap
.
As Imalra’s fingers moved, characters appeared in the empty air.
“Hey, but this is way too sparkly…”
“Ah, that sparkling effect has an off function too. Imalra can handle it…”
“I see…”
So the decision to make that tacky font sparkle and steal everyone’s attention was entirely her own doing.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
And in that moment, a familiar tingling sensation seized my right index finger.
I lifted Kang Si-bang, who was clamping down on my right hand.
“Long time no see, Kang Si-bang.”
I waved Kang Si-bang in the air, but he showed no intention of letting go.
That’s how I could tell.
You want something too.
‘These guys.’
Even as I thought that, I obediently pulled out some dried meat jerky from my pocket and tossed it to Kang Si-bang…
No, I was about to toss it when I held it in my left hand instead.
“Wait… aaaaaahhhhh!”
Wait, my foot.
I waved my hand while my left hand was already being consumed.
Once I barely managed to separate Kang Si-bang and the jerky, my left hand was burning hot.
“Good job. Very good.”
Seeing that, Lee Yu-gyeom sighed and walked toward me.
He sat on the sofa and stared at me quietly.
“You didn’t say anything until the college entrance exam ended, and the moment it was over, you used the Great Guild Master to kidnap us?”
“I wouldn’t call it kidnapping…”
I had ended up sitting on the floor after trying to separate Kang Si-bang, so I had no choice but to look up at Lee Yu-gyeom sitting on the sofa.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to interfere with your exam. You could have been distracted.”
“What kind of…”
Lee Yu-gyeom barely managed to steady his breathing, which had grown rough with anger, and spoke.
“What are you talking about? Family should… at least know what’s happening, right? I thought something was wrong with you…”
But in the end, Lee Yu-gyeom lowered his head.
I got up and stroked his hair.
“Yu-gyeom…”
“I thought something was wrong with you…”
I understand what he means.
It wasn’t just because of the sudden appearance.
The incident involving Seon-i, the attack on the Hunter Bureau by the Hunter Church—all of it must have been frightening for Yu-gyeom.
He didn’t know how much stronger I had become.
“I can’t promise it won’t happen again…”
At my words, Lee Yu-gyeom glared at me with eyes that had turned bright red.
I grinned and wiped away Yu Gyeom’s tears.
“But I promise you one thing.”
Then I ruffled his hair vigorously as I spoke.
“I will definitely come back. To you.”
As I said this, I gazed at the window still hovering above my head.
!WARNING!
If not collected within 24 hours, one of the traces of distorted causality (Lee Yu-ji’s first survival) will be discarded.

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And the next morning.
I stood in a familiar place.
A place I’d always seen on television.
A place where elderly people frequently quarreled.
In other words, I was standing at the front entrance of the National Assembly Building.
Because—
Trace of Distorted Causality 2
It was supposed to be in the library here.

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