Chapter 112.2

The Golden Sheep’s voice rang out, smug and self-assured.

Though Woo-jin couldn’t fully understand the details, he trusted that the Golden Sheep wouldn’t lie about something like this.

It seemed that beings of higher dimensions had negotiated well among themselves.

Woo-jin’s lips curved into a slight smile.

The emotions that had been boiling over just moments ago were now much calmer.

“Dalbi.”

“Yes?”

“You’re free to use your powers as much as you want.”

“Huh?”

“The problem with losing your memories has been resolved.”

Dalbi stared at Woo-jin with wide eyes, her expression filled with confusion.

“It doesn’t seem like there’s time for a detailed explanation. Whatever happened, it looks like a lot’s gone on. Seeing you teamed up with them…”

“Yeah, I guess….”

Woo-jin, the goblins, and the Disciplinary Committee alliance turned to face the Martial Law Guards. The overwhelming force on Woo-jin’s side made the Martial Law Guards gulp nervously.

Woo-jin alone was already a formidable adversary.

Now he was backed by Ahsung High’s Disciplinary Committee, ranked first in combat power among the major academies.

His rival, Mayeon High’s Disciplinary Committee.

And even the tricky Six Sinners’ Goblin had taken his side.

After today, Neo Seoul was bound to undergo a massive upheaval.

“Leader!”

Park Minhyuk rushed in, panting heavily as he reached Woo-jin’s side.

“Huff, huff…! Are you hurt anywhere…!? Ugh!”

Out of breath, Minhyuk even dry-heaved onto the ground.

“No. How’s the guiding?”

“Dohwa’s providing rear support! She’s leading the scout troops!”

Yesong replied energetically, and Woo-jin nodded.

“Leader, I have something to report.”

“What is it?”

Baek-seo spoke quietly.

“We found many dead children in the underground hideout. Bodies piled up like mountains. But for some reason, they aren’t decaying. Even Moon Chae-won couldn’t figure out why.”

“Are they the ‘discarded ones’?”

Woo-jin recalled Chae-won’s testimony and quickly deduced.

Baek-seo nodded.

“It seems they were ‘sacrificed’ for something.”

“I see. Good work.”

Meanwhile, the Shin-do-rim Swordmaster, Park Sung-tae, was discreetly live-streaming the standoff between the two forces.

‘This is huge…!’

Viewer numbers were skyrocketing, but the Martial Law Guards, focused on Woo-jin, had no time to pay attention to him.

At that moment.

“Ahsung High, Mayeon High!”

The Student Council President’s amplified voice rang sharply in Woo-jin’s ears. He glared at the goblins and the Disciplinary Committee alliance, his face filled with rage.

“What is the meaning of this rebellion!? Are you betraying Neo Seoul!?”

“Ahem! That’s…!”

Mayeon High’s Student Council President Ye-na cleared her throat, preparing to respond.

“Oh? President Han?”

Ahsung High’s Student Council President, Han Baek-hyun, stepped forward, signaling to Mayeon High’s President and patting Woo-jin’s shoulder as he passed by.

Baek-hyun stood before the Disciplinary Committee alliance, glaring at the Student Council President, and activated his loudspeaker artifact.

“We believe we are on the side of justice.”

Baek-hyun’s voice echoed clearly.

The Student Council President furrowed his brows, sighing as he accepted the reality, speaking calmly.

“I see. So, you believe your rebellion is justified.”

“Yes.”

“Understood, your stance. We, too, believe we are fighting for this city.”

From the rooftop, the Student Council President looked down at Baek-hyun with a fierce gaze.

“We will enforce justice.”

The Student Council President declared.

“We will seize justice.”

Baek-hyun declared.

And then.

*Clatter!!!*

“!!”

Suddenly, a frigid cold laced with powerful magic enveloped the Center Area.

Everyone except Woo-jin felt a chilling sensation down their spines. It was a formidable magic that triggered a primal survival instinct.

In the blink of an eye.

A white-clad figure landed between the opposing forces, his coat billowing with the cold air.

*Fwoosh!!*

As his feet touched the ground, his magic rippled outward, freezing the ground in an instant.

“Haa.”

With a deep breath, his exhaled air carried a pale blue magic that spread as a frosty mist.

His sharp gaze locked onto Woo-jin.

A powerful figure had appeared.

The Martial Law Guards, the Disciplinary Committee alliance, and the goblin army either recoiled or braced themselves.

“That man….”

“Codename White. Our strongest force.”

A Spartoi beside the Student Council President answered with a smirk.

Codename White.

The number one among the Spartoi and a figure standing alongside Goliath as one of Neo Seoul’s mightiest.

Seo Gang-jin.

He adjusted his white gloves, glaring at Woo-jin.

“Baek-seo.”

Woo-jin, seeing Gang-jin, called Baek-seo in surprise and gently released her hand from his grip. Then, pushing past the Disciplinary Committee alliance, he adjusted his black gloves and approached Gang-jin.

One side was a wasteland; the other, a fortified defense zone under the final defense sequence.

Between them, Woo-jin and Gang-jin stood face to face.

None of the students dared to make a move.

This was a confrontation between Ahn Woo-jin, a newly ascended figure among Neo Seoul’s strongest, and Seo Gang-jin, an established powerhouse of the city.

Everyone instinctively understood that interfering would mean certain death.

Woo-jin and Gang-jin stared at each other without a word.

Gang-jin had resolved to stop Woo-jin, who had disrupted the city’s order.

For him, maintaining the city’s order was justice.

And it was his duty to enforce that justice.

Woo-jin had resolved to bring down both the Head Principal and Gang-jin.

He could not forgive those who had pushed his loved ones to the brink of death.

To tear down the city’s core and rebuild it was, in his view, the way to claim justice.

There was no need for conversation between them.

They were clear opponents standing on opposite sides.

It was evident that their irreconcilable differences would result in inevitable conflict.

Woo-jin and Gang-jin locked eyes fiercely.

*Boom!!!*

Invisible magic clashed, creating a powerful shockwave.

“Ugh…!”

“Damn…!”

The Martial Law Guards, the Disciplinary Committee alliance, and the goblin army braced themselves against the wind pressure.

*Crack!*

Woo-jin drew the Iron Dragon Staff, its weighty electric magic coiling around it.

Gang-jin released his magic, forming a sharp ice blade, which he grasped and infused with cold magic.

The two simultaneously swung their weapons at each other.

*Clang!!*

With the clash of the weapons and magic of Neo Seoul’s strongest, the battle between the opposing forces began.