An Angel Lives in the Academy

Episode 87: The Registering Angel (4)

There is a word called mulberry.

Methamphetamine, a vulgar term referring to heroin, is said to have been drunk with mulberry when figuratively excessively engrossed in an object.

Whether it’s soup noodles, or ilppong noodles.

“I, now. What the hell are you doing… … .”

In that sense, it could be seen that the referee also fell into mulberry.

The referee has just been intoxicated by the angelic power, what would he call this over-immersion?

angel pony? referee?

In technical terms, it would be better to call it the encroachment of angelic power.

anyway.

“Hmm. Whoops.”

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Now that the encroachment on the angelic power has disappeared, the referee judged the current situation calmly and rationally.

and the words that come out.

“ruined.”

Words that come out without a single second of worry.

“ruined… … !”

The referee bowed his head, denying reality.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a slum in old Seoul, and I’ve come to realize that the referee has been stabbed with a complex, and also the terrible facts of the Superhuman Registry.

Lepriel’s rampage could be called inevitable.

The referee shuddered in pain, thinking as he looked at the warden showing all the ugliness.

‘Yes, Iza should have been judged. But not in such a violent way… … .’

I should have judged in a more rational way, like when I took the sword of heresy from Ramone.

This is not to say that blatantly, we are not going to play chess in the headquarters of the Superhuman Management Bureau.

The referee was annoyed with the referee in his heart.

‘Lefriel! It’s because of you!’

‘… Give me back my body.’

However, Lepriel was still trying to seize control of the body.

Of course, the words were so grandiose, but he grabbed the referee’s sleeve and said, ‘Give it back. Give it back.’ It was just a cute rant.

Besides, the referee is nothing more than an illusion that only the referee can see.

But over there, the Superhuman Bureau Central Guards and the office were torn and torn as if a monster ran wild. And things like rippling water and jagged ceilings when pipes rupture, revealing wires.

These were real things that couldn’t be hidden.

The referee bowed his head and thought about the future that would befall him.

‘Superman Management Bureau terrorism, first-class villain, etc., of course, expulsion from the Central Academy… Superman Prison… … .’

Ugh- the referee let out a moan.

‘Own my own house, live on interest without working, and go to restaurants every day. Ugh, my comfortable honey life is in danger.’

Hee-

The referee squatted down in the corner.

And don’t you cry

Seeing this, the archangel grabbed the referee’s sleeve, stopped whining, and naturally avoided the referee’s gaze.

So the two angels crouched down.

Boo- Boo-

A siren sounded softly through the hallway. It’s probably about convening the real core troops of the Superhuman Bureau.

That’s the special task force.

If the Central Guard is a police officer, the special task force is a soldier.

If what you have been fighting for before is called resistance, fighting from now on should be called war.

And in war, people always die.

wretchedly.

Boo- Boo-

Hearing that sound, the referee organized his thoughts.

‘Wait, the Superhuman Administration is a huge group, but after all, like the United Nations, it is just a loose association of guilds and superhuman families. Those who belong to the management office are more loyal to the original family and guild to which they belong than the management office.’

Twinkle – An idea that comes to mind at the moment.

‘If you use it well, you can overcome this situation enough!’

After the referee tapped the smartphone.

decided

‘… Let’s buy some time.’

Immediately after that, the end of the hallway was filled with silence, along with the sound of rattling.

A special task force from the Superhuman Management Bureau has arrived.

“Surrender.”

A powerful telepathy strikes the referee’s head.

“terrorist. Release the hostages and surrender. Then I will spare you.”

“Whoa.”

Have you become a terrorist angel referee?

The referee shouted towards the end of the hallway.

“Did you know how this superhuman registry deals with unaccompanied young superhumans?”

The special mission team heard that.

Whoops, puff. What is he saying now.

It sent telepathy with obvious ridicule.

“Oh, I know.”

The cold telepathy of the special mission ran down the referee’s spine.

“Being a superhero in the neighborhood who grew up without a guardian, a trivial life that would be a villain anyway. It’s a place where you do things for the public good that you trample on before you grow up.”

Telepathy continued.

“In that sense, the director did a really good job. Because I have cut off the buds of hundreds of potential villains.”

In the referee’s mind, the referee begins to whisper once more.

＜I am a sinner. Referee!>

The referee shook his head.

‘no. Not now.’

In the end, this situation… This happened because the referee was unable to stop the referee’s runaway. Although the angelic power ran wild with Lepriel, he achieved the result of realizing the essence of the angelic power.

I couldn’t go out again a second time.

If you start crossing this line, it’s war.

War was irreversible.

‘Why was there a runaway today in the first place? Was my willpower so weak?’

Hell is in the human heart.

Even in the mind of the referee.

A small gap where blood was flowing, a quiet room.

The mother’s voice is no longer heard.

The referee exclaimed, hiding his worries and sorrows.

“Why are you talking like that… … ? Don’t you think your younger brothers could be like this?”

“haha. He’s a funny kid.”

Telepathy echoes once again.

“It will never happen. We and you are literally in different ranks. Not all humans are the same.”

Telepathy continued.

“Yeah, are you mad when the warden is trying to sell you off? But what about it? Should I call the police for trouble between superhumans? Or to court? So, what can you do when you have no background?”

The referee’s eyes grew sad.

It’s not because of his situation that he makes these eyes. It was to sympathize with the sorrows of this world and to make these eyes.

“It’s so… It’s absurd.”

“The basic principle of this world is originally absurd. The strong rule and the weak obey. You must be strong enough to defeat the Central Guard, but now stop whining and surrender. Don’t treat me badly.”

The referee laughed bitterly.

While I was filled with thoughts of killing in the first place.

I have no intention of persuading you, my words are just full of sarcastic comments.

He wants me to either harm the hostage or run away in response to that provocation.

Twisted elitism and a sadistic desire to trample the weak.

The referee hardened his expression.

“It will be absurd.”

The referee muttered.

“What is the real absurdity of this world… I have to show you properly.”

“… What, orphans like you do to us?”

The referee looked at the text that popped up on his smartphone and answered in a cold voice somewhere.

“You’re telepathic right now, aren’t you, Kim Soo-ho, dispatched from the Hanshin Guild? You are the manager. You have a family.”

“… … ?”

The telepathic person who had been talking confidently before, showed only embarrassment without sending any telepathy.

“The eldest grandson of the Hanshin Guild, Goo Goo Hyuk. Have you ever heard of it? You are my senior… … .”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Master Koo Koo-hyuk is a student at the Central Academy. Then you… … .”

Ha- The referee opened his mouth again.

“Soon Goo Goo-hyuk will call you directly. Take it.”

A ringtone that rings along with the words. The clear phone number of the Hanshin owner family’s general butler stamped on it. Another special mission member shook his head not to accept it.

‘I’ll probably get it. Because the superhumans of the Superman Administration place more importance on their original affiliation than the Superman Administration.’

Just like the old UN did.

The referee looked at his smartphone and slowly read the text that Goo Goo had sent.

[Yeah, you got into an argument with the Superhuman Bureau? Referee, you’re a crazy bird… … .]

starting with

[Anyway, I will solve this problem immediately. The Hanshin guild members dispatched to the Superhuman Management Bureau are the last. All you have to do is put my name on it and press it. Then I owe you nothing.]

[Again, I owe nothing!]

It was a letter ending with

There was not a single word of thanks for the treatment in Goo Goo-hyuk’s text message.

I will just pay off my debt.

I owe nothing to this.

I was just writing a lot of stuff like this.

“Because I can’t be honest.”

The referee shook his head and proudly came out to the end of the hallway to greet him.

“hello. I’m a freshman referee at the Central Academy. Please.”

After that, he spoke right away.

“There is not much to say, and if you want to experience the absurdity like Manager Kim Su-ho over there, please come in. There is no such thing as first-come-first-served basis, so please come in slowly… … .”

Supervisor Kim Soo-ho was being dragged to the Hanshin Inspection Team with a desperate expression on the phone.

The referee looked at him, and he was really demonic.

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No, he beckoned with an angelic smile.

“Like a dog. Don’t be pretentious. I don’t know how it has to do with Hanshin… … .”

“Um, you… … .”

A mage from a special mission who jumps out and runs out.

The referee followed and read the information written on the smartphone.

“Are you Vaughn White, a colleague of the White family? Are you really surprised that you are being selected as an elite within your family? Oh no, wait.”

“what! A ward in custody?”

The referee reads the text that Hong-wol sent.

“Ah, that’s not the intention.”

The referee tilted his head for a moment.

‘It sounds a bit sarcastic… Woah… … .’

Yes. The reason the referee could know the information of the special mission was because of the information Hong-wol sent.

The moon cat clan was the best thieves and the most powerful intelligence officer, and they knew the level of personal information of the special mission.

So, the trick the referee sees now is the collaboration between Hong-wol’s intelligence and the referee’s network.

After gaining the upper hand through overwhelming information power, let’s enjoy doing absurdity to the weak special mission by using our personal connections.

A special mission that has only beaten bad villains so far is like an angel like this? tactics? how will you deal with

“Lord Soga, oh, you are mistaken. Soga Lord!”

Even White, who had seen that way, was taken away, and the special task force began to retreat back.

“What, what? why.”

“That kid, no. What is that spirit’s true identity?”

“I will fall. I don’t think he was even a villain in the first place.”

The referee opened his mouth.

“then… Please come next time.”

The angelic referee beckoned to the special mission with a very angelic expression. But the fool was no longer seduced by the angelic gesture.

* * *

When even the special task force was withdrawn, the referee entered the superhuman registry again.

The superhuman registry was completely destroyed, but strangely, most of the staff were not injured and were on the good side.

The staff knew it was because of the referee’s mercy.

“Human storm. really… … .”

A man in charge of the superhuman registry’s consultant looked at the smashed ceiling with a cigarette.

‘I’d rather be like this, so I’m more comfortable.’

He didn’t want to see children being sold, so he purposely said bad things and kicked them out into the hallway.

A coward who hides his complicated mind, hoping that the child he kicked out escaped.

Why?

In the end, he is a villain with no way to save himself.

‘It’s really convenient because everything is smashed.’

A strong man who can defeat the Central Guard alone. Why did such a strong man leave them behind?

‘That child didn’t even kill the warden in the end. and… me too… … .’

It was a decision that was too soft to be found in this cold age.

But I didn’t hate it.

And the boy looked at him and said.

“Tomorrow news. I look forward to it.”

He nodded without a word. In the first place, he was the one who made even the special missions retreat with a nonsense. It was said that there was absolutely no opponent that low-level civil servants like them could try.

The correct answer is to simply admit all your sins and ask for forgiveness.

“Oh right.”

The referee smiled and said.

“Then will you issue me a registration card?”

There was an employee who shed tears on the boy’s brightly smiling face.