The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 55

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 055
I finally understood what Pee So-won meant when she said I might need a uniform, and I swallowed my frustration alone.
No, no, no…!
“Wow, that person must be the Taekwondo Girl.”
“She’s thinner than I expected, though?”
“Was she like a flyweight or something?”
While the civil servants passing by were all taking photos out of curiosity, I… I was losing it!
“Can’t you do cartwheels and stuff like that?”
“Cartwheels?”
No, what I learned was taekwondo, you fool. Not acrobatics!
I glared at the PD who kept making unreasonable demands, flaring my nostrils.
But then Captain Hong held up his phone screen from far away—
Reward: 500 million won
…I lost it.
Cartwheels.
“A 540-degree spinning kick!”
“If you mean a back spinning kick… I can do it!”
I enthusiastically! In my dobok! Ran around frantically in front of the Hunter Management Office Building where everyone was coming and going with their coffee.
While trying my best not to make eye contact with the janitors and security guards staring at me curiously from afar!
‘…Reality check.’
But would 500 million won just fall into my lap for nothing?!
By the time I was flying through the air so much that I was drenched in sweat to the point where I didn’t need to apply sweat makeup anymore.
“Yes. Yes. Good. Okay!”
Okay came.
And Captain Hong approached from afar and blocked my sleeve as I wiped the sweat away, saying:
“Uh-uh. If you wipe away the sweat, you’ll look less exhausted~?”
…This filthy civil servant society.
I couldn’t escape it even in my second life!
“This could be a video that determines the fate of the Hunter Investigation Unit, you know? It’ll be broadcast nationwide, shown on news screens. We need to hit the upper limit when the stock price is high.”
“Yes…”
It was when I was answering in a lifeless voice.
A person called the ‘Craftsman’ approached and spoke with an annoyed expression.
“Next, we’ll do a simple interview.”
“So should I change into the uniform?”
I finally looked at the Craftsman with hope that I could change clothes, but the Craftsman looked toward the PD.
The PD made a large X mark with his hand, and the Craftsman spoke with his usual indifferent face.
“You’ll go as you are.”
Damn it.
I’m not doing this!
“How did you think to subdue the terrorist in that situation, risking your life?”
“More than my own life! The safety of the citizens! And safety… safety… is what matters! That’s the mindset I approached this with!”
Even as I thought that, my body was already dutifully responding to the interview.
The power of capitalism, as they say.
Though I wasn’t doing it particularly well.
…An investigator doing this much is enough. What more could they want?
With that thought, I watched Captain Hong’s face gradually crumple as my voice trembled like a goat’s bleat, and Pee So-won beside him struggling to suppress her laughter.
‘Those two….’
I wouldn’t let this slide.
It was at that moment.
“Well then, as a final touch, we’ve prepared a small gift for you. Come on out!”
A gift?
As I thought that and looked toward where the interviewer was pointing.
A familiar-looking high school girl walked out.
Wearing a school uniform….
“This is Han Su-a, who recently returned after winning an award at an international concours.”
Han Su-a.
She walked toward me smoothly at first, but then suddenly rushed at me and embraced me tightly.
The sequence unfolded so naturally that I had no chance to stop her.
Su-a, still wrapped in my arms, spoke to me in a nasal voice.
“Thank you…. Really… thank you….”
I stood there stunned for a moment, my hands hanging at my sides, before I wrapped my arms around her in return.
She was smaller and softer than I expected.
To think this girl was the one who played such magnificent violin.
People are all fascinating in their own ways.
With that thought, I found myself murmuring without realizing it.
“I’m the one who should be grateful.”
“….”
“For staying alive… thank you.”
Through my blurred vision, two clear windows appeared.
Captain Hong’s favorability has increased by 3.
Pee So-won’s favorability has increased by 20.
…20?
What’s going on.
What did I even do?

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The very top floor of the Daeyang Guild.
Accessible only through an elevator connected directly from the lobby entrance on the first floor, a space reserved exclusively for the guild master.
The guild master’s office featured octagonal windows of clear glass, surrounded by rare orchids and decorative stones.
One of those stones was stained crimson with blood.
“Ugh… ugh, cough….”
A man with blood streaming down his head stared up at a middle-aged man leaning on a cane, his face twisted in terror.
Choi Jun-gu.
He was Korea’s first-generation hunter, the master of Korea’s number-one guild, the invisible hand that moved the nation, a man rumored to have connections even to the president.
And he possessed a power to manipulate those around him.
Not through mere rhetoric, piercing gazes, authority, or money—he could physically ‘control’ his opponents.
This was what made him the most formidable among all S-rank hunters.
Thus, Choi Jun-gu now controlled the man trembling before him, the ‘connection’ named Cha Jeon-hyeok, the senior administrator of the Hunter Management Office, forcing him to smash his own head against the stone.
“I’m s-sorry! Please, spare me! I swear… I swear this will never happen again! Never!”
At those final words, the administrator’s head nearly touched the stone again before stopping.
Choi Jun-gu gazed down at the administrator quietly.
Then, leaning on his cane, he sat before the man and wiped his bloodied forehead.
Choi Jun-gu smiled faintly as he looked at the blood-matted forehead.
The administrator trembled violently—not from pain, but from the sheer horror of that smile.
“Whether this never happens again isn’t really the issue. This should never have happened in the first place. Wouldn’t you agree?”
His vocabulary was Seoul dialect, but his tone carried a thick Busan accent.
The man nodded.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“But the damage is already done…. Someone needs to take responsibility….”
Choi Jun-gu scratched his chin and smiled wickedly again.
The administrator’s eyes darted as he interpreted Choi Jun-gu’s meaning.
“I’ve already arranged for Cha Jeon-hyeok’s misconduct to be the official explanation….”
Choi Jun-gu’s face darkened immediately. He then tapped the administrator’s cheek with his blood-stained hand.
Though it appeared a gentle tap, the force was enough to turn the man’s head, and blood seeped from between his lips.
“Ugh… ah, ahhh….”
“That’s not enough. This is a perfect opportunity to completely purge all the ‘connections’ in the Heonsu Department, don’t you think?”
“…Ugh… cough… completely purge, you mean….”
The administrator’s eyes widened as he stammered.
He immediately understood what those words meant.
‘Kill them. All of them.’
Everyone involved in this affair.
“I’ll… handle it quietly, sir.”
“Good. Well, that kind of work—civil servants are always thorough with it. I’m counting on you.”
Choi Jun-gu smiled and wiped the blood from his hands onto the administrator’s white shirt, then stood up.
The administrator was immediately dragged out by security personnel.
A healer would soon treat her wounds so thoroughly that they wouldn’t be visible, then release her outside.
Choi Jun-gu frowned as he stared down at the ruined scholar’s stone.
“…Damn it.”
It was a scholar’s stone he had painstakingly brought to Korea from a remote province in China.
Yet it was completely destroyed. Just like this situation.
To bring down Kwon Ik-seong’s team—the ones who soared highest in the Heonsu Department—I had carefully planted quite a few favorable ‘points’ in the equipment management division, the contractors, and within Team 1 itself.
I had also carefully selected the ‘lines’ connecting those points, so all that remained was to complete the beautiful ‘surface’ once everything aligned.
The fall of the hero Kwon Ik-seong.
The collapse of the Heonsu Department.
I wanted to see such things—
Choi Jun-gu turned on the monitor in the air with a remote, still holding the ruined stone.
On that monitor, a female detective with a dazed expression was wearing a dobok, sweating profusely as she spoke.
[Rather than my own life! The safety of citizens! And safety… safety… is what I thought was important! That’s how I approached it!]
[Haha…. You seem quite nervous. But don’t you ever get scared? Your opponent has bombs and guns too.]
[Ah… scared?]
The way her eyes rolled around was quite cute.
I could understand why she had earned the nickname “Taekwondo Girl” and already had fan accounts.
[Not really. I just… I’m scared that I might get scared.]
Pure eyes filled with sincerity. Cheeks flushed red. Sweat droplets falling from her forehead.
Goodness. Justice. Sacrifice.
People are captivated by such things.
Even as they themselves commit ugly deeds without hesitation.
Choi Jun-gu asked the secretary who had been standing like a shadow in the back.
“She’s cute, isn’t she?”
The secretary didn’t answer. He couldn’t find the words to respond.
But as if he hadn’t expected an answer, Choi Jun-gu chuckled. Yet his eyes remained sharp and alive.
“Kwon Ik-seong wasn’t cute, but this one is even cute….”
Choi Jun-gu threw the scholar’s stone to the ground.
The stone shattered into fragments and scattered.
Choi Jun-gu’s face twitched.
“She looks more troublesome.”
[Thank you for staying alive….]
The following sobbing voice continued alongside touching music that didn’t fit this setting at all.

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