Brother 2

[Main Quest: Chapter 1]

[Find the Falling Star Swordsman is unlocked.]

[Current progress: 50%]

[Tip: Chapters are unlocked in order as the Main Quest progress increases, and the Player who unlocks it first receives the first unlock reward.]

On the day of the second terrorist attack on the Academy.

A message delivered to the Players.

[Author: Common Sense and Justice]

[Title: What is this?]

[How did you find it already, you bastard]

The gallery was set ablaze with this single topic.

[Military-experienced High School Girl: How the hell did they do it???]

ㄴ [Free Korea: There weren’t even any clues, what is this;;]

Main Quest.

An unknown quest without any proper clues.

Typical quests have detailed instructions.

They’re structured like: if you clear condition A, you get reward B.

[Daily Training]

[Difficulty: E]

[Push-ups: Incomplete (0/100)]

[Sit-ups: Incomplete (0/1000)]

[Running: Incomplete (0km/3km)]

[Reward: Exp 1000]

Like this.

But the Main Quest had none of that.

There was only a single objective.

It even felt hastily put together.

It seemed as if even the Constellations who issued the quest didn’t know its contents.

At this rate, it was uncertain whether investing time would yield any results.

Therefore, many Players still focused on ordinary daily quests.

Amidst this, a notification of quest progress rang out.

While everyone was stagnant, someone had moved ahead.

[Free Korea: Isn’t this Director Kim?]

ㄴ [Military-experienced High School Girl: Why that old geezer?]

ㄴ [Free Korea: (Basically telling you to watch the news)]

Speculations followed.

The day of the Hunter Academy terrorist attack.

And the day the notification rang out coincided.

It couldn’t be a coincidence.

Moreover, hadn’t the ‘Director’ previously said that the Falling Star Swordsman was likely to be at the Academy?

[Military-experienced High School Girl: But why is the progress 50%?]

[Free Korea: Dunno?]

“…Shit.”

Player nickname, ‘Common Sense and Justice’.

Lee Yong-hyun frowned and clicked his tongue.

“Isn’t this guy completely crazy? Does he think only he should succeed? How are other Players supposed to break through if he mindlessly terrorizes the Academy like that?”

In his opinion, this terrorist attack was the old man’s whim.

Let’s say the Falling Star Swordsman is at the Academy.

After being attacked twice, the security will be incomparably tighter than before.

Now other Players won’t be able to easily progress the Main Quest.

It was obvious ladder-pulling.

It was such a stupid act.

Behavior that disregarded other Players for his own small gain.

“That crazy old bastard. It’s because people like him became generals that the country went to ruin.”

He didn’t like old people in general.

All that talk about being soldiers.

In the end, aren’t they all just idiots deserving to be shot?

[The Constellation ‘Rampaging Black-Eyed Dragon’ nods.]

The world was the era of the young.

Those who could truly lead the times, like himself, ranked 7th among hunters.

The has-beens should die quickly.

That would be better for the world.

“…What’s this.”

Life is full of unexpected turns.

“An invitation?”

If there’s bad, there’s also good.

“F-Firefly Group?”

The protagonist of the world is always lucky.

“Are you Lee Yong-hyun?”

Korea’s top conglomerate was eager to have him.

“Would you consider meeting my daughter?”

The chairman of the conglomerate personally came to recruit him.

“Come, Suho. Greet him.”

“…I’m Han Suho.”

And they want him to get engaged to the daughter, the coolest S-class beauty (virgin) in the region.

‘How lucky.’

There was no other plausibility.

Isn’t Lee Yong-hyun ranked 7th among hunters, with outstanding looks to boot?

‘My mouth is watering…’

Dazzling golden long wavy hair.

Ruby-colored eyes with thick eyelashes.

Fair skin without a single blemish, befitting a precious daughter of a wealthy family.

Above all, the mid-section that keeps drawing his gaze.

He could declare it.

None of the women he’d had before could compare.

He wanted to fuck her like a dog as soon as possible.

To think such a beauty would roll in while picking her nose.

He couldn’t help but smile.

[Hunter Lee Yong-hyun, we would like to invite you as a professor at the Hunter Academy.]

Even the Hunter Academy was calling for him.

Without needing to charge in mindlessly like that stupid old man, fortune was rolling in on its own.

Indeed, Lee Yong-hyun alone was the protagonist of the world.

The others were merely stepping stones!

‘What vulgar eyes.’

Like a beast in heat unable to control its lust.

To the eyes of pigs and dogs, he might look like a handsome young entertainer.

But he couldn’t fool Han Joon-hyuk’s eyes.

‘Well, that makes him easier to control…’

This man had caught Lee Yeon’s attention.

It was fragmentary information, but that’s what Han Joon-hyuk knew.

His skills are quite usable for today’s youth.

There was plenty of potential for development.

‘I’ll keep an eye on him for now.’

He had no intention of investing hastily.

Well, if the young man before him truly proves worthy of investment, the matchmaking could develop into an engagement.

Han Suho was the trump card he had carefully crafted over the past decade.

A successor.

The only area where he could surpass Lee Yeon.

She was the most promising hunter prospect in whom he had spared no investment, in preparation for the future generational shift among hunters.

If there was a flaw, it was that a bug from the slums had gotten attached to her.

It might seem out of the blue, but Han Seoyeon thought she had a strong mentality.

As they say, a munchkin protagonist shouldn’t be shaken by mental issues.

No, to be more precise, she shouldn’t be shaken.

Because she had to be the munchkin protagonist no matter what anyone said.

A fragile mentality always comes with annoyance.

The protagonist is always the one who refutes, not the one being refuted.

In that sense, Clear Mind and Still Water was a skill that suited Han Seoyeon quite well.

It allows her to stay calm.

“There you are, Miss Suho?”

It keeps her from wavering in her stance as a munchkin.

For example─.

“No, should I call you Student Han Suho now?”

“Yes…”

For example,

Even when the newly appointed blond delinquent professor,

To her younger sister,

With a cringeworthy pickup line,

Tried to use what society calls “bad hands”.

“You’re shy, aren’t you? Come, let’s go have a cozy cup of tea somewhere…”

“─Hey.”

Somehow managing not to draw her sword.

“What are you doing to my friend right now?”

“…Ugh!”

Just stopping short of grabbing his hand and breaking it.

“…Ah, S-Seoyeon, sis.”

“What were you trying to do to my friend just now?”

She somehow managed to hold back.

“Aaagh! My hand, my hand…!”

“Stop exaggerating and answer me.”

“I understand! I understand, so please, my hand…!”

“…”

Calmly, Han Seoyeon released her grip.

There was nothing to gain from breaking the man’s hand now.

“…Haa.”

The man, Lee Yong-hyun, sighed.

As if he were the victim.

“Student. No matter how much of a fan you are, such a prickly approach is troublesome.”

“What…?”

And then, he spouts nonsensical gibberish.

“Of course, I understand you want my attention. You’re beautiful, so you don’t need to feel too dejected. Beautiful flowers are always welcome. However, I wish you’d follow the proper order…”

“…”

Self-absorption so severe it didn’t even elicit a laugh.

Meanwhile, Han Suho leaves.

“Wait, Suho.”

She grabbed her.

Han Seoyeon grabbed her twin sister’s hand.

“You don’t need to worry about it.”

“…What?”

What returned was a somewhat blunt expression and voice.

A coldness different from calmness.

“I did it because I wanted to.”

“What are you saying?”

“I said, I did it because I wanted to.”

It was a face of her sister that Han Seoyeon didn’t know.

A gaze as cold as the winter wind.

“That person might become my fiancé.”

“─.”

For a moment, Han Seoyeon lost her words.

What did she just say?

“Fi-fiancé…?”

“Yeah. So whatever that person does to me, don’t interfere.”

[The Academy’s Falling Star Swordsman] is a yuri novel.

Its protagonist, Han Suho, was decidedly homosexual… or was she?

Is that still true now?

The original story has been distorted.

This world is not inside a novel, but reality.

So, it could be a possible story.

Even if her sister gets engaged to a man.

Even if she ends up with a man.

It’s entirely, possible.

“You’re an outsider, sister.”

“Ah…”

Spitting out those final words, Han Suho passed by her.

Han Seoyeon stood dazed for a while.

“…Ah.”

Why was it?

She had always thought it would be good if her talented sister cut ties with her incompetent older sister and lived a happy life.

She’s drifting away.

Growing further apart.

She had thought it would be good if her talented sister found her own happiness.

Even though that might be happening now.

“Suho…!”

Han Seoyeon cried out.

For her sister.

There was no hesitation in her steps, no turning of her head.

Han Suho walked on silently, completely disappearing from Han Seoyeon’s sight.

“Suho!”

As if she would never reach her again.

[Remember this. That incompetent nobody from the slums can be eliminated at any time. The media’s praise of her as a hero is only temporary.]

She knows.

At least that much.

The Firefly Group is Korea’s largest corporation, rivaling the Hunter Management Bureau.

There was no other private entity with such value.

[However, if you wish to remain my proud daughter, I will pay no attention to that incompetent nobody.]

Han Suho couldn’t not know this.

Under the pretext of successor education, she had seen how her biological father had eliminated his competitors.

[Do well in this matchmaking.]

Han Suho was clever.

She wasn’t ignorant of what he meant.

“Suho…!”

And now, it comes to this.

She leaves behind her sister who desperately searches for her.

‘Sister…’

She can’t.

She mustn’t look back.

If she looks back and hesitates, she might find momentary happiness.

But what awaits after that is hell.

Han Suho walked.

Walked, walked, and walked.

And then, she ran.

Without looking back.

In a corner stall of the bathroom.

She ran there, held her breath.

Covered her mouth.

“I’m sorry, sister…! Sister…”

Covering her mouth, she cried for a long time.

So that her sister could be happy.