The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 276

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 276
So I’m doing this here too, after all.
I spoke to the staff with a solemn expression.
“That wooden board over there… no, the wooden box. Please hand it to me.”
The staff member’s brow furrowed at my words.
“A wooden box?”
“Yes.”
I had the staff member hold the wooden box.
“Don’t flinch. You’ll get hurt if you dodge.”
“Huh? Yes?”
Before the staff member could finish responding, I spun around and delivered a back kick, shattering the wooden box they were holding into splinters.
In that instant, silence fell over the studio.
Without a word, I had the staff member pick up another wooden box beside me and adjusted its height to above my head.
Then, taking a running start from a distance—
Crack!
I split the wooden board above my head with an upward kick.
Then—
“Hah! Hah!”
I performed a poomsae.
Ha. I remembered the taekwondo instructors who had taught me all this time.
This wasn’t what they taught me taekwondo for.
‘Damn it.’
Soon the studio was engulfed in silence once more.
My heart was pounding.
‘Will this… actually work?’
Of course, thinking about how Oriental-style action had been popular in Hollywood at one point, it wasn’t entirely impossible.
That was my calculation too.
If the action was somewhat exotic yet powerful-looking, it would be enough to capture people’s interest.
The only problem was—
‘I’m a blonde woman, and Oriental-style action won’t become popular until much later!’
It was while I was thinking this.
From the dark back of the studio, I heard the sound of someone clapping.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Soon Kwon Ik-seong stood up from his seat.
With an expressionless face.
“Not bad.”
“Huh? Yes? Right…?”
The staff member spoke urgently.
The staff member’s face was composed entirely of a hundred-dollar bill.
At this level, could I avoid being in the bottom fifty percent?
While I was thinking that, Kwon Ik-seong spoke up.
“Forget the ensemble cast. You’ll be the lead in the next film.”
“The lead?”
“Yeah. We start shooting tomorrow anyway. Let’s draw up a contract first. I’ll give you an advance.”
The way Kwon Ik-seong held a cigar to his lips and lit it looked so natural that I felt a bit taken aback.
Did he… smoke before?
That wasn’t his original character at all.
Of course, he was putting his full effort into playing the role of a thuggish film producer.
“How about the title ‘The Blonde Beauty from the East’? Who was that screenwriter who did well last time?”
…wow.
The Craftsman’s connections are impressive.
“It’s Michele.”
“Right. Let’s go with him.”
Having said that, Kwon Ik-seong approached me.
Exhaling thick cigar smoke, one hand tucked in his pocket.
“Do you have any money to give me?”
That was my biggest concern in all of this.
If Kwon Ik-seong ended up with zero won, that would be a problem too!
“I found I can use the Broadville company’s funds however I like.”
I see.
“Wow… what an unfair world.”
“But from now on, my income will be determined by the films we release. Even though I’m the president, the books don’t show any money coming to me yet.”
He took a check from one of the staff members and scribbled an amount with the fountain pen in his front pocket, then handed it to me.
A window appeared before my eyes immediately.
3rd Place Player 43: +200 Coins (NEW!)
And….
15th Place Player 181: -200 Coins (NEW!)
Damn it.
“You said you could use Broadville’s money however you like!”
When I protested, Kwon Ik-seong took a deep drag on his cigar and laughed as he exhaled.
“That was a lie.”
He’s changed.
He’s become a complete thug of a film producer.
I was devastated by my favorite’s transformation.
In any case, now that it’s come to this….
‘I absolutely must make this film a success.’

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Five days had passed since then.
This was the method I had devised for box office success.
‘You’re really okay without stunt doubles, Blonde Woman?’
‘Absolutely!’
I performed action sequences—leaping from a moving train, climbing aboard one in motion.
With an Awakened body and having trained in basic falling techniques, it wasn’t difficult.
And my efforts bore fruit.
The film was set to release soon.
‘At lightning speed, it seems.’
Whether it was because this old film was produced quickly as a short, or because things simply moved fast within the Dungeon Interior, I couldn’t say.
Ah, regardless—only one day remained until the film’s release.
And the rankings continued to update rapidly.
1st Place Player 1: 30,000 Coins
What the hell is that bastard doing?
And there was another bastard constantly trading 1st and 2nd place with him.
2nd Place Player 180: 30,000 Coins
I earned 200 coins from a single film appearance, so how in the world would someone accumulate 30,000 coins in just five days?
And my ranking was—
110th Place Player 43: 180 Coins
Within the top fifty percent.
It was possible because many had actually gone into negative balances.
‘Money decreases as you spend it, after all.’
Fortunately, Broadville had provided my hair and wardrobe, so I hadn’t spent much.
But meals and lodging were deducted with ruthless precision.
‘They’re oddly meticulous about these historical details.’
And Kwon Ik-seong was—
5th Place Player 181: 25,000 Coins
Surprisingly, he ranked in the upper tier.
How on earth…?
“I received investments. Broadville isn’t just producing this one film—they’re making various movies simultaneously. We’re also doing some money trading with the invested capital.”
Money trading.
Did he mean stocks…?
“Those stocks! Could I do that too?”
My eyes widened.
In regression stories, the most important thing is always buying stocks first. And lottery numbers.
But I don’t know which stocks will boom at this time!
Damn it!
“Yes, I’ll help you.”
Excellent.
What a relief.
I watched Kwon Ik-seong sitting in the driver’s seat as I thought this.
Kwon Ik-seong had driven the old car deep into Harlem.
“But… is this investor really here?”
“Yes.”
“…I’m hearing gunshots right now, though?”
Bang!
Rat-a-tat!
Ugh.
I’m scared.
Would I die if I got shot?
“It’s because we’re in Harlem.”
“Right! Is our investor perhaps a mafioso?”
“That’s quite likely. The previous investor nearly shot a male actor he didn’t like in the office.”
“…”
Why did he say that with such an unbothered expression?
“But Lee Yu-ji won’t die.”
Saying that, Kwon Ik-seong parked the car in a corner of Harlem.
Several men who looked unmistakably dangerous were standing there.
Hundred-dollar bills hung from their heads, and guns were holstered at their waists.
As I grew anxious watching them, Kwon Ik-seong handed me a jacket, shoes, and a gun.
“…This gun is…”
The gun Pee So-won gave me.
“These shoes are the ones I gave you back then.”
“How did you bring items into the UN Headquarters?”
“There was a way.”
“Ah… so there was always a way.”
For some reason, it didn’t seem like it would have been entirely legal.
Thinking this, I quickly put on the jacket in the car, slipped on the shoes, and tucked the gun behind my waist.
“Is the jacket protective gear?”
“Yes. It’s not particularly strong protection, but if the wearer doesn’t use items, it should deflect ordinary gunfire.”
“I see.”
Excellent.
Thinking this, I reached to open the car door but was stopped by Kwon Ik-seong.
“I’ll open it first.”
Kwon Ik-seong said this and opened the car door, stepping out.
He then approached the dangerous-looking men directly.
The three of them exchanged words, and two of the men nodded.
Kwon Ik-seong came back and opened my door.
Then he spoke.
“So the investor was waiting for us.”
“Ah, yes. But that person’s name is…”
“Salvatore Moretti.”
Right. A mafioso, then.
I laughed awkwardly the moment I heard the name.
And soon after, I entered what looked like a den… the Jazz Club.
In that place where the stench of cigarette smoke hung thick in the air, there were elegant tables lit by candlelight.
As befitted a jazz club, a woman was singing on stage.
Judging by the bills adorning her head, she seemed quite wealthy.
But what caught my eye most among the upscale tables was….
Player 180
…!
“Signor Moretti is waiting for you.”
Salvatore Moretti was seated at the table where the restaurant staff guided us.
And that Salvatore was—
“Sit down. You’re that blonde who knows a bit of martial arts?”
Spinning a gun around on the table where he sat….
“Vice Director.”
It was Pee So-won.

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