A few days passed.

  Jihyeon headed to school as usual. His appearance seemed somewhat exhausted as he walked, hoping that he could spend the day safely today as well.

  Considering the recent events, it was only natural. Things he didn't want kept happening, and he was drained from cleaning them up.

  In the first place, all he really wanted was to live peacefully.

  No matter how great his abilities were, Jihyeon was eventually alone. Knowing that he couldn't do everything by himself, he tried to take care of only those around him.

  But fate never left him alone. That’s why Jihyeon wished every day.

  For a peaceful day with nothing to worry about. He desperately wanted to spend a day just like any other college student more than anyone else.

  But it seemed that would be difficult today as well.

  "What is this?"

  Even if Jihyeon didn't want to see them, they appeared in his eyes: those who possessed tools. They were beings who didn't fit in this place at all, yet they were wandering around with malicious intent.

  They were probably targeting Sang-il. Jihyeon instantly grasped their purpose and let out a sigh.

  To Jihyeon, who could now control his abilities perfectly, useless information was merely a source of headaches.

  However, those with tools were different. Their heterogeneity, so different from ordinary people, could not deceive Jihyeon's eyes.

  And when he discovered such individuals, it wasn't unusual for him to naturally check the people around them as well.

  From the start, their attire was typical of gangsters.

  They were all wearing white T-shirts with black jackets and pants. Moreover, they were in a state where they wore sunglasses to hide their eyes, not to mention the bulked-up muscles that were clearly intentional.

  The gold necklaces hanging around their necks emphasized their already fierce impressions. The moment the students saw them, they were avoiding even making eye contact.

  "Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

  It was natural for the school security guards to be wary of them. They were suspicious characters to anyone, and they were individuals who increased the students' anxiety.

  "What? What do you mean, what are we doing here?"

  One of the men with a tool reacted roughly to the security guard's words. Jihyeon let out a sigh as he saw those who should originally be as cautious as possible acting this way.

  That was one of the common side effects seen in those who acquired tools. Overconfidence in one's abilities sometimes manifested as excessive aggression, and they were showing that now.

  Now was not the time for them to show violence. If they were wise, they would have been as careful as possible, mindful of the fact that all eyes were on them.

  If it were to be broadcast, the police would surely move, and if that happened, the aftermath would be difficult to handle.

  It might be different if it were a conflict between organizations in the middle of the night. But this place was a university.

  Jihyeon could only sigh at the sight of them casually displaying aggression, doing things that should never be done in such a place.

  If he left them like this, it would become a problem in its own right. Before any violence toward the students, Jihyeon didn't want to see the security guards getting hurt right now.

  "Sigh... things have become troublesome."

  Jihyeon muttered that and headed to a nearby restroom. And then, he activated the CCTV-neutralizing tool that he now always carried with him.

  Soon, Jihyeon's body became invisible to visible light. He then cautiously approached them.

  "Huh? What did we do wrong? Is it wrong to just come in?"

  The man who looked to have the foulest temper among those with tools eventually raised his hand, as if he couldn't control his emotions.

  At the same time, a strange energy began to gather in his hand. There was no need to analyze specifically what it was. It was probably something that enhanced physical force.

  Jihyeon used his power without hesitation.

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  "W-what is this?"

  The moment the hidden Jihyeon grabbed his hand from a distance, the man shouted as if flustered. He, who had intended to swing his fist and strike the security guard, looked surprised that things weren't going according to his plan.

  Probably, an ordinary person would be flustered and first assess the situation.

  But even without aggression being enhanced, they were individuals with naturally intense emotions. Furthermore, due to the influence of the tool, their aggression had become several times stronger.

  "Damn it!"

  Exerting an incredible amount of power, he swung his arm. But that was a big mistake.

  "Aaargh!"

  Jihyeon couldn't hide his absurd expression as he looked at the man screaming. He, unable to control his emotions and trying to swing his arm by force, grabbed his arm as if his muscles were damaged.

  Judging by what was visible right now, it was a sight difficult to explain. If he didn't go to the hospital immediately, he might not be able to use his arm.

  Jihyeon felt a moment of embarrassment. It was because he hadn't expected them to move so recklessly either.

  However, that was actually for the better. While all their attention was focused, Jihyeon attacked everyone gathered here through the ground for a very short duration.

  It was to the extent that it couldn't even be seen by the eyes, but that didn't matter. The only important thing was to knock them unconscious.

  "Urgh!"

  Letting out sounds like screams, everyone who came here lost consciousness. Looking at them, Jihyeon let out a sigh inwardly.

  If there were no people around, he wanted to recover the tools in some way, but it seemed he couldn't. Thinking he should leave the scene for now, Jihyeon completely erased his traces and vanished.

  To Cheol-min, university was nothing more than a place he attended out of necessity.

  He had enrolled in the first place because he needed a diploma. Even when doing dirty work, there’s a big difference between having a diploma and not having one.

  In addition, it was to find guys who would be useful for his business if there were any. It was a good thing if he could obtain so-called scapegoats, or if he was lucky, meat shields.

  Anyway, ordinary people's morality, like compassion, was meaningless to him. His sense of morality, which had already been broken long ago, was beyond the point of being corrected.

  For Cheol-min, it was enough as long as he could get fun and money.

  Whatever happened to a person's life in that process was none of his business. Even if a target died, from Cheol-min's perspective, it was just like a toy breaking.

  Far from respecting human life, he regarded others as nothing more than tools. The end of such individuals is usually obvious, but Cheol-min had a powerful father.

  Whether that had ruined him more was unknown, but for now, no one mentioned it.

  It would be fair to say that Cheol-min was in a situation where he was solely focused on satisfying his own pleasure, like a runaway train.

  To such a Cheol-min, Sang-il's escape this time was a very unpleasant event. It was unforgivable that he had done something Cheol-min hadn't permitted.

  For Cheol-min, he couldn't stand anything not going exactly as he wanted. That temperament—where he would throw a fit even in front of his parents if something he wanted didn't fall into his hands since childhood—had not changed as he grew up.

  Being cruel to his subordinates was an extension of such a personality. Among his subordinates, there was no one who did not fear Cheol-min.

  To Cheol-min, Sang-il, whom he had openly picked as a scapegoat, must not escape. Cheol-min had to rip him apart until he died miserably. Even including his family.

  Of course, there was no specific reason.

  It was just because he wanted to. To Cheol-min, who enjoyed watching people be ruined, Sang-il was just good prey.

  Perhaps just for fun, Cheol-min was trying to break others. Until someone stopped him, it would be a pleasure that continued.

  But then, the pleasure vanished?

  That was unforgivable. Beating the team leader was merely a minor incident showing his rage.

  Sending his subordinates to the school was an extension of that. Even if they turned the school into a mess, Cheol-min wanted to see the sight of Sang-il being found and brought back.

  In his head, he knew his father could get into a tight spot because of this, but controlling his anger was far too difficult for Cheol-min.

  Fortunately, this time, his subordinates were in a state where they had acquired so-called tools that granted power. Those were things his father had obtained through a transaction.

  His subordinates possessing them would surely be invincible. Cheol-min liked that their gazes had become much more vicious.

  But he didn't like the result.

  "They were all caught? And because they suddenly fainted? Damn it!"

  Cheol-min threw his phone as it was. And, as if unable to contain his rage, he began smashing the office furniture.

  Although he knew intellectually that there are times when things don't go as he thought, there was no way for him to suppress his anger.

  Furthermore, this result was something that caused him to lose face.

  "Damn it... not a single one of them is useful."

  Cheol-min didn't know how to release his rage. There was only the fact that if anyone showed their face before his eyes right now, he wouldn't forgive them.

  "Take it easy. What do you think you're doing right now?"

  Someone spoke to such a Cheol-min. That voice had no choice but to make even Cheol-min stop himself.

  Because it was his father.

  Cheol-min looked at his father in silence. He was already in a state of being firmly enraged to the top of his head.

  Although his father was supposedly less so than him, he was also a man notorious for having a foul temper, so Cheol-min wore a slightly tense expression.

  "Big Boss... W-we..."

  Pressed by Cheol-min's aura, some of the subordinates tried to say something, feeling relieved on one hand that their Big Boss had come, and terrified on the other.

  "I know that brat's temperament better than anyone, so what are you trying to do? Huh?"

  But it was a useless effort. It seemed the subordinates quickly learned that it was better to remain silent than to incur the wrath of the Big Boss, who was enraged to the top of his head by the things Cheol-min had done, and they immediately backed away.

  "You brat. Why are you causing trouble already? Do you think throwing a tantrum here solves everything?"

  The Big Boss said that and mercilessly slapped his son's cheek. Cheol-min accepted his father's violence without a word. He showed a surprisingly compliant attitude, seemingly well aware that now was not the time to throw a temper.

  "Thanks to you, I haven't even been able to check things properly yet, and how many of our boys were just injured? Are you in your right mind or not?"

  The Big Boss was enraged by the mess his son had triggered. To him, a greenhorn like Sang-il was nothing. More than that, his rage was greater over the fact that a significant number of guys who should have been used in the conflict between organizations had been sent to the police station.

  "Anyway, I'll be the one to clean this up, so let's see you separately later."

  Warning Cheol-min, his father walked outside. Cheol-min only watched his father leave, forcibly suppressing his rage.