Woogi-hwan and I moved to the top floor of the Class 0 Alumni Hall.

The story we were going to tell from now on was important, so we had to be careful about safety and security.

It would have been easy to go inside the Eun-gwang High School campus and talk, but if a large number of Class 0 seniors who had graduated suddenly showed up, the students belonging to the autonomous organization would think it was an emergency, so we chose to go outside the school.

Then, the only facility outside the school that could accommodate this many crazy people was the Class 0 Alumni Hall, so we had no choice.

‘I understand why the Class 0 graduates are saving up their own money to build and manage the Alumni Hall.’

No matter where we tried to rent the place, we would likely be branded as a criminal and rejected because of the crazy things they were doing.

Even in the Alumni Hall, which was built solidly with thorough countermeasures against supernatural powers, there were traces of the Class 0 seniors running wild.

The Class 0 Alumni Hall had to continue to exist, if only for the public good.

“What are you doing? Why are you here?”

Woo Ki-hwan, who was walking ahead, noticed a senior and spoke indifferently.

In the large conference room that Woo Ki-hwan had reserved in advance, there were quite a few seniors from Class 0 who had graduated before the primitive people.

“Do you know how long it’s been since you guys came to the church hall? I came to see you since it was time.”

“Plus, I brought a polite junior, so I came to watch over you so you don’t bother me.”

I thought he was just bored, but I made up an excuse.

I thought there were a lot of people who were free during the week, including the church secretary.

I checked the faces of the uninvited guests one by one.

‘These are the faces I saw in Cheon Dong-ha’s replay.’

The seniors who had nothing to do to come here today must have been free on Christmas Eve at Plumago.

The seniors here were the ones who heard the news of Eun Gwang-go at the church hall and came running to save Woo Ki-hwan and his gang.

In other words, they were safe targets for listening in on the conversations that were going on here.

“Hello.”

“The junior, Eui-shin, is still very friendly. You sit before that guy, Woo Ki-hwan.”

“I don’t need a chair. I’ll do squats.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, and you’re only focusing on your muscles again. You really can’t lose a word.”

“If you don’t want to lose, exercise.”

Several seniors grabbed the back of their necks at the junior’s crazy words.

Some of the primitives, including Woo Ki-hwan, didn’t care about the seniors’ condition and started doing full bottom squats in the corner.

Then, several seniors who seemed to be building muscles lost their competitive spirit and °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° exercised alongside them.

In the end, both Woo Ki-hwan and those seniors were in Class 0.

“Junior, don’t worry about trivial things. We came here to talk about something important.”

“Jung Hae-soo, are we trivial?”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t right in that it included the meaning of trivial being small, but it wasn’t wrong either.

The seniors including the secretary jeered, “Wow!” but Jeong Hae-soo was used to that kind of attitude and treated him like nothing.

The seniors were very upset by Woo Ki-hwan and Jeong Hae-soo’s attitude.

Thanks to seeing this mess, I realized that my juniors were all kind and obedient kids.

I tried to ignore the seniors and continue the conversation.

“First, show me the Miro goods. That’ll make the conversation more interesting.”

“What’s that? I like Miro juniors too. I want the goods.”

“Me too. Do you have any more?”

“No. I won’t give you any.”

Before I could say anything, Jeong Hae-soo answered in disgust.

They suddenly started fighting over Dokgo Mi-ro’s goods.

I knew that Dokgo Mi-ro had many fans, but it seemed that he was especially loved by players from Class 0, including Geumchan Wangchan’s gang and Hommine Jeong On-do.

Everyone seemed to be attracted to the player who went to Eun-gwang High School, and the first class of 0 was about to debut as an idol.

Even while I was thinking for a moment, the chaos grew bigger.

Seeing Jung Hae-soo take out his haegeum and play it while using Gwangrim to stop the seniors who were reaching for the paper bag containing Dokgo Mi-ro’s goods, I suddenly felt a little sorry for the leader of the two clans.

‘The leader of the two clans would barely be able to hear the performance even if he offered a special instrument and used his strength, but he can hear that senior’s performance so easily.’

While making excuses like it was annoying and that he was losing muscle mass, Jung Hae-soo was doing his best in this meaningless fight.

Fortunately, however, the fight didn’t last long.

The secretary who was looking at his watch shouted loudly.

“According to the church rules, fighting outside the training grounds for more than 10 minutes is prohibited. Let’s stop fighting. If we fight any longer, we’ll be restricted from using the church hall.”

“Already? Shouldn’t we extend it to 30 minutes?”

“Okay, we’ve protected Miro’s goods!”

Everyone calmed down thanks to the church rules.

But is it okay to fight for 10 minutes?

Among the crazy people from Class 0, there must be some who can turn the church hall into a mess in 10 minutes, so it was a very generous rule.

“And that polite junior seems to have something he wants to hear from Jeong Hae-soo, so let’s all be patient.”

Some of the seniors grumbled as the secretary added, but sat down.

Thanks to the secretary, it seemed like we could finally have a conversation.

There were three things I asked of the seniors.

The first was to request a video and audio of Jeong Hae-soo personally playing the geum with his special ability in order to obtain a means of negotiation with the Yang clan.

The second was to have Jeong Hae-soo personally play the music to the Yang clan’s leader.

The third is a boot camp in Jeju Island, a training close to real combat.

As the requests became more and more complicated, I ended up giving them goods in addition to the album.

The third situation that I had to hear from Woo Ki-hwan and his gang was this.

“Junior, that annoying Jinjok was getting sloppy just like you said, so I played it for him once. Judging from his reaction, I thought he would cry if I played a sad song, so I did, and he really did cry.”

That crazy guy made the leader of the Yangjok cry.

It was a bit too much to treat him like a sheep, but I decided to just think that he was happy enough to cry.

“And I trained according to the plan that my junior made.......”

“Did you make your polite junior plan the training?”

“I didn’t make him do it, my junior asked me to do it?”

Woo Ki-hwan, who had been exercising quietly, suddenly interrupted.

He seemed to be upset, as if something had piled up.

In fact, since this place was only for those who wanted Dokgo Mi-ro’s goods, Woo Ki-hwan didn’t need to come, but he must have come because he wanted to tell me something.

“On the first day of training, Jo Ui-shin told us to have a recreation time to rest, get to know each other, and play a musical instrument, just like Jo Ui-shin said. And the blindfolded Jin-jok asked me this and that, but I’ll skip that because it’s not important. The important thing is what happened after that!”

The blindfolded Jin-jok who was with Yang-jok at that time would have been Hyun-moo.

If Hyun-moo had spoken to the crazy prophet Woo Ki-hwan, it would have been important, but it was hard to confirm it here.

If it was really about prophecy, this place would have become even more chaotic.

“That junior set the training theme as ‘civil war’! We had to fight against the strong homeroom teacher with our lives on the line.”

A faint fear could be heard in Woo Ki-hwan’s voice.

Among the primitive people, there were some who felt chills and trembled.

If they had to fight for their lives with the strong homeroom teacher Im Yeon-hwa, even the Jin tribe would be afraid.

However, the seniors who heard this story were dumbfounded.

“Is it only been a day or two since you fought with teacher Im Yeon-hwa?”

“Why are you making such a fuss? Act like an adult. We’re watching the young juniors.”

The seniors who saw Woo Ki-hwan’s group fight while they were in school said this, but Woo Ki-hwan was furious and said,

“But that junior! I told the strong homeroom teacher in advance so that he would fight very seriously!”

I asked Im Yeon-hwa in advance through Hwang Ji-ho.

I asked him to train them so that even the Woo Ki-hwan group and third parties would think that Im Yeon-hwa was really trying to kill them.

The scenario was presented here.

It was an absurd scenario where they came to boot camp on good terms, but as the last day approached, they fell out and a civil war, effectively a one-sided massacre and hunting by Im Yeon-hwa, began.

Im Yeon-hwa readily agreed and put on a show of her best performance, perhaps because she thought her disciples, who had become adults, were still weak and not serious.

‘The people at Eun Gwang-go who know Im Yeon-hwa’s personality well will not be fooled, but it would not be like that to those who do not know.’

Im Yeon-hwa caught the disciples who had run away one by one and incapacitated them.

Im Yeon-hwa did not hide her murderous intent, saying that she would kill them at least once, and she recited more brutal words than I had thought, driving the primitive people into fear.

However, there was an additional request here.

“In the end, everyone was captured except Hae-soo, who luckily got on a boat. The teacher freed Gwang-rim and summoned a sword to cut off our heads in one breath.”

Only Jeong Hae-soo escaped from the island.

The remaining primitives were on the verge of being cut down by the strong master who was trying to kill his disciples with all his heart.

Woo Ki-hwan used a hologram to spread out a map of Jeju Island and explained the locations where the primitives were captured, Jeong Hae-su’s miraculous escape route, and Im Yeon-hwa’s mysterious movements.

“At that moment, the Jin tribe intervened. The master blinked as if he felt sleepy, and our eyelids also became heavy.”

I stared at the map while listening to the explanation.

I compared the location where Im Yeon-hwa’s execution play took place, the location of the Yang tribe’s territory, and what I learned through the replay to organize what I wanted to know.

In the meantime, Woo Ki-hwan continued to explain with tears in his eyes, perhaps because he was completely defeated by the master and was upset that the Jin tribe, whose name he didn’t even know, tried to rescue him.

Although he was excited, the explanation itself was very logical and easy to understand because he had the ability to be a perennial runner-up in Eun Gwang-go.

Thanks to that, I was able to find out everything I wanted to know.

‘As expected. I could see what the mastermind did during the replay.’

In the end, Im Yeon-hwa showed the Jinjok who had intervened the training plan she had written in advance, and Jeong Hae-soo who had escaped also returned and explained, so the misunderstanding was resolved.

Jinjok was furious, saying, ‘Why are you doing such crazy, realistic training?’ But Jeong Hae-soo played a song with his special ability as a favor.

The runner is said to have become quiet.

Even to a primitive person, the amount of sleep was something that was easy to handle.

While I was organizing my thoughts, Woo Ki-hwan glared and said.

“So, why did you do that kind of training!”

“To help the seniors train.”

“I don’t need that kind of help!”

Woo Ki-hwan grumbled and the other seniors grumbled.

The seniors who were scheduled to receive Dokgo Mi-ro’s goods were relatively calm, but those who weren’t were angry, recalling the fear of their strong homeroom teacher.

I spoke calmly to cool down the heat.

“Seniors, you’re weak enough to lose to me, your junior. Have you forgotten that you lost at Cheoniksan?”

“Ugh!”

“T-That’s because the guy you fought with was strong!”

“That’s right! Bringing a guy with strong muscles that even a strong homeroom teacher would recognize and fighting him is a fraud!”

I made sure he didn’t understand the real reason I suggested training, and I struck a decisive blow to encourage his senior’s growth.

“That guy is in our class.”

The leader of the primitives, who had been confirmed to have been beaten by two juniors, collapsed.

The moment I said this, I thought that somewhere, the junior of those primitives, the white tiger from Class 0, was laughing.