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    Complete Victory Festival 2

    Complete Victory Festival 2

    The peaceful morning passes.

    The Complete Victory Festival was sailing smoothly.

    “Sis.”

    Han Seoyeon, who finished the written exam, approached.

    She’s the younger sister who achieved excellent grades in the original work.

    Well, she must have gotten a perfect score, obviously.

    “Did the exam go well?”

    “Of course.”

    She could assert it.

    There were no wrong answers on Han Seo-yeon’s report card.

    “As expected, sis is amazing. I completely failed…”

    “Where are you lying!”

    Often, those who do well tend to show such behavior.

    Saying they failed this exam.

    Saying this kind of grade is the worst.

    But when you actually look at it, it’s not like that.

    Even if there are wrong answers, the number is just one or two.

    Basically, the grade is in the top 1%.

    This was nothing but deception.

    Those who truly failed the exam don’t have the energy to even jokingly lament.

    “But, I really did fail?”

    The following words and gestures were proof of this.

    Han Seoyeon was smiling.

    She wasn’t afraid of her grades at all.

    “I’m not fooled. We’ll see later.”

    “…Ahaha.”

    Han Seoyeon just laughed.

    Somewhat awkwardly.

    Somewhat bitterly.

    “So this is where you were, Han Seo-yeon.”

    Next, Baek Da-eun approached.

    The rollbun-haired girl who looked like a villainess young lady was, in her own way, a hard worker.

    “You look happy. Did it go well?”

    “Of course it did!”

    Baek Da-eun, who achieved excellent grades in the original work as well.

    Her grades would have come out as excellent as in the original work, to the extent that the butterfly effect caused by Han Seo-yeon wouldn’t have affected her grades.

    “Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles! As a hunter, to be able to protect weak people, this much is only natural!”

    Look at this wonderful washing.

    The Baek Da-eun thirsting for male attention is now dead.

    What remains is one true promising hunter doing her best for true noblesse oblige.

    “Well done.”

    Perhaps this is how a teacher who has reformed a delinquent student feels.

    It’s been a while.

    Han Seo-yeon didn’t spare her praise.

    “Our Da-eun.”

    “Wh-wh-what…!”

    At this, Baek Da-eun’s face turned bright red.

    …Was there something strange in what she said?

    Was she embarrassed because the praise was too childish?

    “Wh-what did you just say…!”

    “I said well done. You.”

    “Th-that’s not it!”

    What was she supposed to do?

    Han Seo-yeon couldn’t understand Baek Da-eun’s words.

    “…Did I say something weird?”

    So she asked directly.

    “If there’s anything you don’t like, tell me right away. I’ll fix it.”

    “…It’s nothing.”

    An even more incomprehensible answer was heard.

    “There’s no way I could dislike it…” emotions were truly bizarre.

    Thinking oneself to be more sensitive than anyone else, yet being insensitive.

    And those you want to be sensitive are just insensitive.

    “Anyway, good job. See you later!”

    The first-year students’ exam ends.

    After a little time, the second-year students’ exam also finishes.

    “Senior!”

    The most important result.

    She held her breath and waited for that result.

    “Th-the result is…!”

    Man proposes, God disposes.

    Heaven decides what is achieved.

    But Han Seo-yeon prayed and prayed.

    “7 questions, 28 points.”

    Please, hopefully.

    To be able to spend a cozy Academy life with her senior…!

    “That’s the number of wrong questions and points deducted, respectively.”

    In other words, that means.

    “I’m relieved with this.”

    “Senior…!”

    Pass.

    Average grades.

    Neither failing nor expulsion.

    “I’ll go along anywhere. Though it’s just for one day.”

    She did it.

    Finally.

    Finally!

    “…Is it that joyful?”

    “Yes! Yes!”

    Han Seo-yeon was overjoyed.

    Now it was truly her own.

    She was satisfied just to be given a proper chance.

    How should she wait for the remaining two days?

    Her heart was already fluttering.

    “Han Seo-yeon.”

    The excitement didn’t last long.

    “From now on, you will be my opponent in this exhibition match.”

    An unimaginable development unreasonably struck Han Seo-yeon.

    Exhibition match.

    A demonstration game held before the Complete Victory Festival practical tournament.

    The point was simple.

    Bread and circuses.

    Two students with outstanding skills from the Academy would whet the audience’s appetite as an appetizer before the main dish of the main game.

    “…Me?”

    Han Seo-yeon was bewildered.

    “Yes. You.”

    It might not be strange.

    There was an exhibition match in the original work too.

    It was a kind of device to express how strong Lee Ha-yul was by achieving a ruthless victory.

    But the opponent wasn’t Han Seo-yeon.

    It was a match between Lee Ha-yul and a nameless minor character.

    Originally, the protagonist of the original work and Lee Ha-yul wouldn’t face each other in the Complete Victory Festival.

    “Um, isn’t the exhibition match for the most excellent students in the Academy…”

    A showcase within a showcase.

    For the sake of the viewers, the match is conducted only with the Academy’s top students.

    “You are excellent. You’re a national star who defeated a terrorist, after all.”

    “…”

    With the power of a student council president, it wouldn’t be difficult to designate an opponent for the match.

    But hadn’t Lee Ha-yul been ignoring Han Seo-yeon herself?

    “The principal and professors all agreed.”

    Han Seo-yeon could understand.

    In the original work, the protagonist becoming a national star happens after a year has passed.

    Until then, they’re unknown, or even treated like trash due to various misunderstandings.

    However, for some reason, Han Seo-yeon at this point has gained fame.

    For saving the Academy from terrorists.

    Even after a full month has passed, that fame hasn’t faded.

    “I’ll be expecting.”

    Lee Ha-yul whispered softly.

    “Don’t run away.”

    It was truly a voice without any consideration.

    Running away is the one thing she can’t forgive.

    This rare opportunity.

    She won’t miss it.

    She will expose it.

    The true ability of the incompetent.

    That coincidence is just coincidence after all.

    To the people.

    To the professors.

    To the hero.

    And to Han Seoyeon.

    The Academy was bustling.

    There were civilians in the vast campus.

    They sparkled their eyes looking at the cutting-edge hunter facilities, high-purity magic stones, and statues of the hero located throughout the Academy.

    It was an excellent facility.

    It couldn’t be better as a tourist attraction.

    “It’s terrible.”

    It was the worst as a military facility.

    So Major General Kim Il-soo couldn’t help but click his tongue.

    A state-approved military group.

    It’s good for such a group to have a positive image.

    But it went too far.

    This was no different from a tourist attraction.

    Unnecessarily excessive convenience for a military academy.

    The magic stones and statues were the epitome of tax waste.

    There should be limits to the information disclosed to the public.

    This was propaganda and agitation.

    Brainwashing disguised as familiarity.

    “Is this what that con artist calls a military facility?”

    The reason they easily allowed infiltration by those they definitively call mere terrorists was also due to such easy accessibility.

    “It’s terrible, too terrible…”

    If this country returns to normal, the first thing to be removed should be this hideous building and the con artist’s bust erected inside it.

    “I agree.”

    Maeng Jeong-hwan chimed in.

    “Really, looking at those pig-dog citizens makes my blood boil. Not even realizing they’re being deceived…”

    “Captain Maeng Jeong-hwan.”

    It was a useless comment.

    “Shut your mouth.”

    That was a statement only a con artist would utter.

    “Is it a crime to be deceived by a con artist? Are you saying all victims of crimes in this world are criminals? Go ahead, say it.”

    “…N-no, sir!”

    “If you spout nonsense one more time, I won’t forgive you. Remember that.”

    If this wasn’t in the heart of enemy territory, Maeng Jeong-hwan would have been disciplined according to procedure long ago.

    Viewing citizens as pig-dogs was the attitude of a con artist.

    It wasn’t befitting the dignity of a soldier.

    Come to think of it, Choi Min-hyuk’s conduct was similar.

    The previous terrorism also had a sense of being carried out independently, under the reason that it was related to his quest.

    “Reflect. Use that zeal for reflection in the operation.”

    “Yes, sir!”

    Major General Kim Il-soo let his subordinate’s mistake slide for now.

    “Explain the operation outline again.”

    For now, the success or failure of the operation was important.

    They came with considerable preparation.

    Failure was unacceptable.

    “First, we’ll place explosives at the edge of the Academy building.”

    Start the preparation with the basics.

    “Remember. There must be no civilian casualties.”

    Absolutely no harm to civilians.

    “The damage from the explosion itself will be minimal. The explosives themselves are a diversion. They’re ignorant about modern weapons because they’re only focused on abilities. That should buy us some time.”

    Although Maeng Jeong-hwan’s build was comparable to a bear or pig, the amount of explosives that could be hidden in an adult’s body wasn’t much.

    At best, it would only destroy a few small objects.

    Moreover, mana has properties that can’t be interfered with except by mana itself.

    In today’s world where the entire population has awakened to abilities, it was impossible to force casualties with gunpowder weapons.

    However, it was enough to create a commotion noticeable to ordinary people.

    The need for gunpowder weapons has disappeared in today’s world.

    Paradoxically because of this, young people who make up today’s military don’t even know how to deal with gunpowder weapons.

    “We’ll carry out the operation amidst the confusion caused by the explosives.”

    Small-scale explosions can’t defeat the con artist.

    They couldn’t crack her reputation.

    After all, she’s someone who deceived the entire country.

    Hiding one explosive would be nothing to her.

    “Lee Ha-yul.”

    We need to cause an even bigger incident.

    Something so big it can’t be hidden.

    “We’ll eliminate the sprout of that dirty commie.”

    An evil person who discriminates against and despises the weak.

    A monster of the same essence as the con artist.

    We’ll cut off the sprout before this pest grows further.

    “And…”

    “Major General.”

    For a mere captain to interrupt while a general is speaking.

    It’s an extremely rude act.

    Major General Kim Il-soo didn’t get angry.

    Even someone like this was needed talent for the weakened current military.

    “But can we really win? In this short time? You may be a great Awakener, Major General, but the opponent is an S-class Awakener…”

    “There’s always a way.”

    Kim Il-soo is a Player.

    A named one even in the Gallery.

    A mere novice student couldn’t handle him.

    Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived that con artist and formed an organization.

    “Take this. Use this.”

    He simply handed one item to Maeng Jeong-hwan.

    An artifact.

    Moreover, a hidden item obtained through an S-class quest.

    “First, let’s split east and west.”

    Place explosives at both ends of the building.

    To spread the confusion.

    Amidst the confusion, whichever side encounters Lee Ha-yul first will complete the decapitation operation by killing her.

    It’s an utterly clumsy operation.

    However, Kim Il-soo had confidence.

    This worthless pseudo-military organization without any discipline won’t be able to prevent even this.

    “The operation name… Yes, ‘Fox Hunt’ would be good.”

    It’s just one piece of trash dying.

    If one piece of trash dies, no one would be sad, right?

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