Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

Chapter 801

Last year's Halloween, the Fomor demons in England held an auction.

When I think about what happened at the auction, it makes sense that the demons were frantically searching for the culprit.

Not only did they ruin the auction, but they also lost the divine artifact of the Danou gods, the Spear of Ru, and the celestial serpent’s fall which had been up for sale.

However, when I heard the story, it seemed that the demons were not so much after me or the group of thieves, but rather someone named Seong Guk-eon.

They prioritized finding someone with the qualifications to be a king over recovering the divine artifact.

[Seong Guk-eon] (Attached file)

[Seong Guk-eon] This is a report that Mu-yeong analyzed regarding the movements of the Fomor demons. It’s better to read this first and then talk.

Upon opening the attached file, a report detailing the Fomor demons’ movement routes, search methods, and other specifics appeared.

Although Mu-yeong must have been looking at more than just the Fomor demons, I couldn’t help but admire the amount of information and its organization.

But now wasn’t the time to be admiring the abilities of the playable characters.

The range of the Fomor demons’ search was narrowed down from the world to the Korean Peninsula, and then to the Silver Mine District.

‘The Jeolheuk Punglim is carrying out a disruption operation. If those martial artists hadn’t been involved, they might have pinpointed the location sooner.’

The report included the activities of Jeolheuk Punglim as well.

According to the report, players in black attire, presumed to be part of Jeolheuk Punglim, had interfered with the Fomor demons' search operations in the Silver Mine District.

This interference was discovered, leading to a confrontation between the martial artists of Jeolheuk Punglim and the Fomor demons.

At the brink of confrontation, Jeolheuk Punglim called for reinforcements, while Jeong Mu-yeong, observing the situation, hesitated to request support, considering whether or not to join.

However, the Fomor demons had strangely withdrawn, taking a humble stance.

‘It’s strange that such combative beings like the Fomor demons simply backed down. There must be a reason.’

It didn’t seem like they just withdrew to avoid conflict or to hide their identity.

If there was a reason, only one came to mind.

It was Seong Guk-eon.

‘Did they not want to offend Seong Guk-eon, whose mood could affect the situation?’

The demon with the blue mask said that it had been a long time since the Rier Pal cried out.

Considering the Fomor demons' power, it wouldn’t have been unusual for them to invite a presidential candidate or someone with royal succession rights to the auction.

But was it due to the many who had no right to the throne rising to leadership positions, or was it that Rier Pal was overly demanding? I couldn’t say for sure.

But the fact that they were spending time, money, and effort to find Seong Guk-eon implied there was no replacement for him.

‘They avoided a conflict because they didn’t want to offend Seong Guk-eon, who could make the imperial court scream.’

If a legitimate ruler engaged in a battle in their territory, it would give a bad impression.

Because of that, the Fomor demons avoided direct confrontation but continued their search.

‘For now, they avoided conflict, but the problem lies in their search method. They erased every trace so thoroughly, but then the divine artifact got used in such a way that they were caught…’

The demons first tracked the movements of all participants in the auction, obsessively narrowing the scope to the Korean Peninsula.

Afterward, they made use of Rier Pal.

Rier Pal had once felt Seong Guk-eon's presence and cried out, seemingly resonating with him.

Using Rier Pal’s resonance, they scanned the entire Korean Peninsula.

This method was incredibly inefficient, and the resources expended—such as the energy used in the process or the items—would likely amount to the national budget for a year in the Korean Peninsula.

After determining that Seong Guk-eon mainly operated in the Silver Mine District, the demons then deployed their forces.

[Seong Guk-eon] Due to the geographical nature of the Korean Peninsula, they can no longer use Rier Pal for tracking. Especially in the Silver Mine District, the resonance doesn’t work properly due to the high density of energy there.

Luckily or unluckily, it seems the demons will have to do it the old-fashioned way now.

It was concerning that Seong Guk-eon, being the most famous politician in the Silver Mine District, might be pinpointed quickly, but there were also many famous figures in the region, so just being well-known wouldn’t be enough to identify him.

There were many talented players in teams with excellent leadership skills, and although not an adult, there were also many promising students at Silver Mine High.

Moreover, one of Korea’s top four conglomerates, the Hwangmyeong Group, was centered in the Silver Mine District, so the Fomor demons likely had many candidates in mind.

‘But I don’t know how long this standoff will last. Plus, the timing is bad.’

The assassination scenario for Seong Guk-eon was getting closer, and the addition of the Fomor demons as a major variable complicated matters.

I was hesitant about whether I should exclude the Fomor demons from my calculations or include them and plan accordingly.

‘First, I need to clearly check what pieces I have.’

There was something I needed to figure out before I could make a move.

I couldn’t come to any conclusions just yet.

[Me] Thank you for letting me know. I’ll think about a plan and get back to you.

[Seong Guk-eon] Haha! You say some interesting things. I didn’t send you a message to ask you to come up with a plan.

Seong Guk-eon stated firmly.

Wasn’t this message sent to consult with me?

Then why send it?

[Seong Guk-eon] The demons have their own wishes, so they can’t come out recklessly. But with you, it’s different.

[Seong Guk-eon] Be careful, and contact me if anything happens.

It seemed that Seong Guk-eon was concerned about me.

Even though it was Seong Guk-eon’s side who got involved in this dangerous and complicated situation, he was worried about me, and that made him a truly remarkable senior.

I was moved and expressed my thanks when Seong Guk-eon made another request.

[Seong Guk-eon] Yes, if you’re grateful, don’t forget what I said.

[Seong Guk-eon] I don’t think you’ll call me if you get caught up in dangerous matters.

It was already a risky situation, and I couldn’t drag Seong Guk-eon into it.

I decided to simply appreciate his concern and ended the message.

The first week of school, which had been full of ups and downs, passed, and we entered the club recruitment period.

The first-year section was filled with exhibits of club and small group works, holographic displays, and occasional guerrilla performances for promotion.

In our club, the newspaper department, despite not putting much effort into promotions, received quite a few membership applications.

This was likely because the editorial department of the school newspaper had been dissolved due to last year’s incident, leaving the newspaper department as the only media club on campus.

‘Our classmates are getting busier.’

Here’s the status of club activities in our class:

Kwon Lena was in the string club.

Kim Yoori was in the student council.

Min Green was in the art club.

Han Yi was in the Taehogwon small group.

I and Hwang Ji-ho were in the newspaper club.

‘The kids who just came back to school are also doing club activities.’

It was strange how some of the kids who hadn’t even been attending classes suddenly joined club activities as soon as they came back. But they seemed eager, and the clubs welcomed them.

Guseulbi was in the gardening club.

And Ong Gildong was part of the chess small group, Stalemate.

‘It must have been the free-spirited teacher, Yong Jegun, who encouraged him.’

It was strange that Yong Jegun had known that Ong Gildong, who had been close to refusing to attend school, joined Stalemate but didn’t say anything.

But it was typical of Yong Jegun, and there was no need to broadcast the new members of the clubs.

Ong Gildong, a genius in Fidchell, the Celtic chess, had chosen well.

Thanks to him, the promotional materials for Stalemate became very noticeable, and in turn, the gardening club’s materials became so flashy that they almost hurt the eyes.

‘Aurora-colored chess and aurora-colored flower pots… If someone didn’t know, they might think these two clubs were somehow related.’

Both clubs had something in common—they were joined by attention-seekers.

And, surprisingly, Jin Jeongmook, who was led by these two attention-seekers, also joined a club.

When our class heard that Jin Jeongmook joined a club, they guessed it was something related to martial arts or the kendo club, but their expectations were turned upside down.

The Dark Knight swordsman and martial artist, Jin Jeongmook, had chosen the calligraphy club.

We wondered if he was instructed by the Sword Master of Heukrim to join, but it turned out that he joined purely by his own will.

—"I am cultivating my mind, so I’ve come to practice calligraphy."

When we were preparing for Kwon Lena’s birthday party, Jin Jeongmook had once tried calligraphy and failed miserably.

His calligraphy, surprisingly unskilled for a martial artist, had probably left him bothered.

Looking at the Sword Master of Heukrim’s handwriting, though a bit messy, it was still far better than Jin Jeongmook’s, so if he wanted to follow him, some practice was needed.

—"That’s not something a second-year student can write. Can it be…?"

—"Why does that guy stop talking midway?"

—"Hmm, seems like Greenie just arrived at the door."

At that moment, Song Daeseok, who had been about to criticize Jin Jeongmook’s calligraphy, suddenly fell silent when he sensed Min Green, who had been absent, had returned.

It seemed like Song Daeseok had grown a bit.

Anyway, most of the kids in our class were busy with club promotions or external activities.

Dokgo Miro had started leaving early after attending morning classes more often, Maeng Hyo-don was training intensely with the Taoist from Takgeosan, and Song Daeseok was busy with his satellite research team.

Sahwalseeum didn’t have much going on, but she was busy watching the exhibits and performances in the first-year section.

‘The General Assembly seems quite busy. I wonder how President Heo Chae-a is doing.’

Maybe I should interview her under the pretext of gathering material and bring her a snack.

After school, while I was walking down the hallway thinking about what tasks the newspaper club had, I ran into someone I knew.

It was Bang Yoonseob, whom I hadn’t seen much lately since our class had become distant and no smoking reports had come in.