Chapter 77

29 years old. Single man. Codename “Supernova.”

Possesses the 4th-grade concept of “Star.”

Nam Tae-geon’s first adopted son and the representative crown prince of 7 Gong.

The hero of the 21st century, Nam Woo-joo, took a cigarette into his mouth.

“Because of the backlash, but I still don’t know what the taste of alcohol and cigarettes is like.”

Pooooooof—

The smoke exhaled from his mouth headed toward the street made silent by the curfew.

A state of confusion spread throughout the world due to the “Zombie Crisis” triggered by the threat from a mysterious person and the “Emergency Curfew” requested by the Seonam Group.

It was funny to think that this quiet street had only been filled moments ago with crowds trying to overthrow the nation.

That fiery energy had vanished in an instant.

“So what? Be careful about one student?”

“Yes, Hanamjin is dangerous.”

Captain Jang Bo-reum, who served as both secretary and adjutant, added while frowning.

“In some ways, he’s even crude.”

“Haven’t the only ones worth watching from this year’s graduating 13th term been Yu Georum and Geum Taeyang?”

“That was an assessment based on last year’s grades. The ‘Monster – Hanamjin’ transferred here early this year. If you review these documents, it contains recent records about Hanamjin.”

Rustling—

Jang Bo-reum handed the folder containing Hanamjin’s personal information to Nam Woo-joo. Of course, Nam Woo-joo burned the received file with energy.

Whoom—

“Brigadier General—”

“Useless information just creates unwarranted preconceptions. It’s best to confirm things in person.”

“I’m warning you, Brigadier General, to not get personally involved with him.”

Jang Bo-reum’s continued caution intrigued Nam Woo-joo even more. If his “calm” natured adjutant was so wary, then there must be something to this student ‘Hanamjin.’

“Since you evaluate him to that extent, I rather feel like meeting him.”

“Brigadier General, think about your younger sister.”

“My younger sister?”

“The matter of Jin Eun-byul.”

“Ah, you mean her. Jin Eun-byul… which number is she now?”

President Nam Tae-geon couldn’t carry on his bloodline, so he adopted a host of sons and daughters.

‘There’s always a weakness in a perfect person, right?’

Since the adopted children were selected based on various abilities, they all turned out to be colorful siblings. The problem was that President Nam Tae-geon’s criterion didn’t include personality.

So naturally, the president’s adopted children often caused trouble.

“Strong personalities tend to cause quick issues.”

“Brigadier General, that doesn’t seem like something you should say. I’m worried that someone like Hanamjin, who disregarded hierarchy at the Samjin Group’s villa, could act rudely toward you.”

“Didn’t you say something today about the President’s Office meeting with the team ‘No-leftovers Day’?”

Nam Woo-joo had already been aware that the currently rising awakening team ‘No-leftovers Day’, due to “Baekdang’s” request, had arranged a meeting with the President’s Office. Jang Bo-reum was concerned about this fact.

Usually, he didn’t watch the news or bother to remember people’s names but somehow, he always managed to pick up crucial information.

‘If that Hanamjin guy were to get dirt on Brigadier General…’

In Jang Bo-reum’s thoughts, “Supernova” Nam Woo-joo was nothing less than the hope of Korea.

Then what about Hanamjin and ‘No-leftovers Day’?

They were unruly youths creating unprecedented achievements but were wild and problematic kids at heart.

He would ensure that these individuals never come in contact with himself.

“Where are they now?”

Jang Bo-reum called one of her subordinates.

The current location of team ‘No-leftovers Day’ was—

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“The Deokdeok Rest Area”

“Ughhh, hahaha! Whatwhatwhatwhaaaat!”

Because of the antics of Bangdaengi, our car had to stop at the rest area. While Seon Somi held the steering wheel, she glanced at Baek Yeo-ul through the rearview mirror, but what could she do?

“It seems like the problem is drinking too much cola! Since my luck is bad, I was certain I’d turn into a zombie, so I drank cola excessively ahead of time…”

That appeared to be the case.

At the rest area, soldiers were manning a checkpoint.

The soldiers approached with thermometers in hand.

“We’re here to check your body temperature. Could everyone present identification, please?”

Of course, identification was unnecessary.

Because the soldiers recognized the ‘No-leftovers Day’ team.

“Whoa, I know you guys! Aren’t you those famous people from MyTube?”

“Yes, I’m that ‘Bread-Pitt Hanamjin.'”

“Wow, this is great. Your identifications won’t be required. However, could the driver show some identification, please?”

The soldiers extended their hands toward Seon Somi, who seemed to have her pride bruised after being recognized as part of the team.

“You guys know them but have no idea who I am?”

“Yeeeeeahhh!”

At that moment, Bangdaengi, who let out a strange scream that pierced the air, suddenly opened the car door and bolted into the rest area’s restroom.

The soldiers who’d been in control of the situation were startled but, fortunately, no arrest occurred.

This is why people become famous.

With that thought in mind, we finished our business at the rest area and continued our journey to Seoul.

“Who would have thought I’d be visiting the President’s office? We can consider it an honor for our family!”

Chang-sik couldn’t contain his excitement and shook with anticipation.

Deoksun felt the same way.

“Are we shivering…? Maybe we’ll even see the President?”

Just think, high school students requesting and being granted an interview with the President’s Office—

It was quite astonishing.

Even for the famous ‘No-leftovers Day,’ it wasn’t an easy feat.

“Most likely, we’ll have a hard time seeing the President. We’ll meet with the Superhuman Administration Director. As for information on Nam San-ho, I’ll cover it all myself. You guys just need to hum along.”

The ‘Superhuman Administration Director’ was a significantly high-ranking administrator, so setting up this meeting was largely thanks to Baek Yeo-ul’s help.

“Baekdang” had been a major supplier to the President’s Office and retained connections, after all.

Speaking of recent thoughts, Bangdaengi surprisingly plays a decisive role sometimes.

‘This feels too smooth, so it actually makes me annoyed.’

Our chatting went on like this until we quickly arrived in Seoul.

Honk! HONK!

Waawwweeee—

The roads were full of soldiers wearing gas masks, and vehicles were strictly controlled. Citizens walking the streets also went through bothersome checkpoints.

Before we knew it, a group of soldiers approached, knocking on the window.

“Is this team ‘No-leftovers Day’?”

The soldiers quickly scanned our faces.

“Sc-scary!”

“Are we getting arrested?”

“…”

Perhaps it was the intensity of the gas-masked individuals that made Bangdaengi, Chang-sik, and Deoksun freeze in fear like petrified mice.

Being awakened ones yet scared of regular soldiers, they were still kids, obviously.

“Please follow us.”

The soldiers immediately began escorting us somewhere.

Were they going to escort us all the way to the President’s Office, or did something feel off?

“Isn’t that the Blue House?”

Bangdaengi shouted, startled.

Even Chang-sik looked slightly flustered.

“What? Weren’t we heading to the Yongsan Office?”

Something had changed.

And surely, the man at the center of it all must be here.

A man in military uniform.

He was around early thirties, probably.

The insignia and star on his collar gleamed, revealing a man with wolf-like good looks. He looked as handsome as I am—more or less.

“Wow! Isn’t that ‘Supernova – Nam Woo-joo’? I never thought I’d get to see the actual person!”

The previously tense Chang-sik suddenly became excited like someone meeting Michael Jackson. Surprisingly, even the usually calm Deoksun opened her mouth.

“…’Supernova’ is ranked number one among Korean awakened ones. The ranking itself isn’t official, but it does have credibility… He was promoted to Brigadier General at 28, without any opposition…”

His explanation was disorganized, but I understood he was an impressive person.

Surprisingly, the one who liked it most was Bangdaengi, judging by his demeanor.

“AAAAAH!”

Swish!

Bangdaengi Baek Yeo-ul, opening the car door, ran up.

“HIYA!”

In a blink, Bangdaengi Baek Yeo-ul tried to punch ‘Supernova’ with her fist. Of course, the man easily dodged Baek Yeo-ul’s attack and tripped her with a slight leg motion.

“Oooof!”

“Yeo-ul, what’s with this behavior upon seeing me after such a long time?”

Swoosh.

Nam Woo-joo extended his hand to the fallen Baek Yeo-ul.

We watched this scene curiously when Baek Yeo-ul grabbed Nam Woo-joo’s hand, stood up, and said to us,

“He’s my cousin older brother! We lived together when we were young, so he’s like a real older brother to me! What are you doing here, Brother!?”

Ah, now I understand why this meeting was arranged so smoothly.

This man agreed to see us, didn’t he?

Bangdaengi had a more influential connection than expected.

Tuk-tuk-tuk…

The man soon turned to look at us and approached me.

“Are you the leader, Nam Do-il? Your boiling energy is unusual. What’s the purpose of this meeting? I’ve agreed to conduct this meeting instead of the administration director, so speak frankly.”

It was a manly question.

A straightforward answer as a man would be appropriate.

“First, I’m not Nam Do-il but Hanamjin. Second, I’m here to find the President’s adopted son, Nam San-ho. Do you know where he is?”

“Nam San-ho? Could it be you’ve the wrong person? If you want to find a missing person, you should have gone to the police. Moreover, why seek the individual who disappeared years ago?”

“I plan to beat Nam San-ho thoroughly and, depending on the situation, I might even kick the President, Nam Taek-geon, on his a**. A child doesn’t have to take responsibility for their parent’s sins, but a parent is responsible for a child’s sins.”

Nam Woo-joo’s expression turned serious.

“Do you know who I am and still say such things? That I’m the President’s legal son?”

“…EEEE! Haa nam Jin!”

“Will it end up like this again!?”

“Will we—fight?”

Hearing our conversation, Bangdaengi, Chang-sik, and Deoksun were thrown into confusion.

Even Jeon Somi, who had been wandering around nearby in the Blue House area, was shocked.

“Hanamjin, are you crazy? Do you know who you’re messing with!”

The immediate priority was to raise my guard.

A fiercely fast punch was racing toward me, after all.

A comet-like punch.

“Shooting Star Fist!”

BOOOOM!

The powerful impact sent me flying into the air.

“In the world of awakened ones, nothing beats the logic of strength. If you want to get what you desire, try landing a punch on me. In case you fail, expect an appropriate punishment.”

When I regained my senses after falling on the ground, Brigadier General Nam Woo-joo’s eyes above me were filled with starlight akin to his name.

They were peculiar eyes, similar to what I’d seen in the pitch-black eyes of Jin Eun-byul or in the crimson eyes of the ‘Zombie Demon’.

There was no visible white in his eyes, so this wasn’t an accident.

“You’ve certainly found the right person. Why?”

The meeting with Nam Woo-joo was purely coincidental, but it was like hitting a jackpot.

Does Lady Luck accompany me?

That fortune felt almost like—

077 – 7

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