9 PM.
"Ah. So, you met at the place where the Demon Tower is today?"
Around that time.
The boy who had brought I Geon was watching his roommate's mood nervously.
Because his roommate's finger was dangerously twitching.
And the name of the handsome boy twitching his finger was Cheon Seongjae.
At the same time, as the owner of this house, he was actually a high-rank ability user of the Korean No.1 holy order, the very order whose members I Geon had beaten up today.
And as a diehard fan of I Geon, he was in a very bad mood.
Why?
Because of the guy calmly tearing into chicken right in front of him.
"So, according to you, this person killed all the monsters that would require even high-rank holy knights to swarm in, all by himself."
"Uh, y-yeah."
"He even took care of a high-rank ability user who was throwing his weight around."
"...Yeah."
"And finally, he came to my house and broke all my holy relics, is that it? Huh?!"
Cheon Seongjae pointed at something in fury. It was none other than the items I Geon had shattered.
And those were no ordinary items.
"Hey! Do you know what that is? That's a precious memento that Sir I Geon used 20 years ago...!"
"A shoddy fake of it."
"What?"
Cheon Seongjae looked at I Geon incredulously.
"Hey. What did you just say?"
"Ah, I said, that's made in China."
I Geon picked his ear as if annoyed.
And he snatched the chicken in front of Cheon Seongjae, saying to hand it over if he wasn't going to eat it.
By this point, Cheon Seongjae was so dumbfounded he could hardly breathe.
Seriously, it's absurd enough that a total stranger is lying around in my house, but what?
A fake?
"Hey, are you joking? Do you know how much I paid for that...!"
"Yeah. You got ripped off. Congrats."
"Hey!"
Cheon Seongjae was already fuming over the incident where a chaebol grandson got humiliated today.
Of course, it wasn't because a precious S-class holy relic was stolen, nor because a member of his holy order was hurt.
'Those idiots, how dare they call themselves I Geon?!'
But even if he wanted to protest, there was no evidence, and since Sir I Geon wasn't around, he couldn't say anything.
Well, none of that mattered now.
The problem was this man who had latched onto his house.
As if he didn't want to pay for the broken holy relics, he was spouting nonsense about them being fakes.
'And what? He handled the mutated calamity near the Demon Tower alone?'
And he smashed an ability user with protective relics with just one finger?
His low-rank friend seemed to have simply accepted it as amazing, but for Cheon Seongjae, a high-rank ability user, it was different.
'This fraud.'
Everything his friend described was impossible. There's no way it could be done by force unless it was a trick skill.
So Cheon Seongjae asked the unfamiliar guest.
"Which holy order are you from?"
"Don't have one."
"Then which constellation's holy god baptized and awakened you?"
"Why would I get baptized by those idiots?"
"Then what about your awakening class!"
"Awakening class?"
"Yes. If you really handled all the calamities yourself, you'd at least be a tank or a combat specialist..."
"I'm not sure. If I had to say, a production class?"
At those words, Cheon Seongjae's face was a sight to behold.
That was only natural. Holy knights were broadly divided into warrior types, healer types, rogue types, mage types, and support types.
And production classes, belonging to the support type, were mostly worker ants who couldn't fight, let alone attack.
"Then let me rephrase. Weapons?"
"My comrades took them all."
"...Then those comrades?"
"Who knows? I heard they're living well. Ah, maybe I should exclude one?"
At I Geon's smile, Cheon Seongjae's hand trembled.
The more he listened, the more the guy just spouted nonsense that made no sense.
In the end, Cheon Seongjae laughed in disbelief.
"Fine. So, what's your name?"
I Geon smiled and answered.
"I Geon."
"!"
As soon as he answered, the two boys' faces changed for different reasons.
Especially the boy who had been with I Geon held his face in despair.
'That guy, he did the same thing at the karaoke!'
Actually, Mr. Hwang and the boy had asked I Geon his name at the karaoke too.
And he had chuckled and said this:
[The surname is I, the name is Geon. It is Sir I Geon.]
Having heard the story, Cheon Seongjae glared at I Geon.
'This bastard. I knew it from the moment he said he was wearing an I Geon mask...!'
They were definitely those fanatics who had been a topic on the news.
They weren't really engaged in antisocial behavior, but they constantly objected to I Geon's death and harassed the holy orders of the 12 constellations.
Their identities were unknown.
But whenever I Geon's name was about to be buried, they would rise up like fire and attack the 12 holy figures. Though recently, there were also more impersonators of I Geon, which was a problem.
Anyway, setting aside the fact that the name Geon was popular among newborns.
"Hyung, you shouldn't go around saying that name."
At the boy's whisper, I Geon turned his head.
"Why?"
"Why! The S-class holy knights who assist the 12 holy figures will target you! Do you know how much the 12 holy figures hate talking about I Geon!"
The 12 holy figures were officially the strongest of humanity. Yet for 20 years, they had been constantly compared to the dead I Geon.
'Well, some I Geon fanboys and fangirls even legally change their names to it.'
That's why Cheon Seongjae was looking at him in disbelief.
"You're really I Geon? Your real name?"
"Ah. They said this name is no good. Cancel."
"Then..."
"Instead, it's Nice-to-meet-ya Sir I Geon."
"Hey!"
I Geon chuckled as if asking what's so important about a name. But Cheon Seongjae held back. For now, he had heard that he saved his friend.
"...Then last question. What's your relationship with Sir I Geon?"
"Myself?"
In the end, Cheon Seongjae exploded.
"Hey! What on earth did you pick up from outside!"
"Seongjae! Hold it in!"
Cheon Seongjae glared at his friend, asking why he had brought a lunatic.
"This guy breaks other people's stuff, and dares to imitate Sir I Geon. At first glance, he looks like a cultist trying to rip off money!"
Cheon Seongjae shot a glare at I Geon.
"Get out before I report you for impersonation!"
At that, his friend's eyes went wide. No, is that the first thing you say?
"Seongjae. Isn't breaking the relics more important?"
"How dare he imitate someone like that! Anyway, since I owe you for saving my friend, I won't call the police, so get out!"
But the lounging I Geon didn't seem willing to leave meekly.
"Let's sleep on it and talk. Hyung has something to ask you... as a hostage... I mean a favor. Let's talk tomorrow. I'm tired from meeting people after a long time."
Listening only to the last part, Cheon Seongjae was dumbfounded.
"You're the only one who's tired? Get out quickly!"
"Fine. I get it. If I have to."
I Geon got up as if he had no choice and headed toward the front door.
And then.
"Go out and sleep well."
He put Cheon Seongjae outside the front door.
Cheon Seongjae was speechless at the sheer nerve of kicking out the homeowner.
He looked like he was wondering how there could be such a brazen person, but it didn't matter.
"Fine. Then I'll drag you out by force."
The boy panicked at the fierce aura of surging mana.
But Cheon Seongjae's eyes flashed.
"Anyway, he seems to be the one who turned our holy order's chaebol brat into a mummy. And didn't he also steal the holy figure's item?"
"!"
When I Geon's identity was exposed, the boy panicked.
Although he had lied, it seemed he couldn't evade the eyes of a high-rank awakener.
"S-Seongjae. You're not going to arrest him, are you?"
"Did you think I'd just leave that fraud alone?!"
"But!"
"From the start, what? He killed monsters barehanded, swatted an ability user away with a finger, and broke holy relics? It's ridiculous. He must have used some kind of hypnosis or trick skill!"
Finally, with a blast of hot air, the front door burst open.
Bang!
And when the door opened, the lounging I Geon narrowed his brow.
'Fire?'
The scorching heat and intense aura was unmistakably a holy god's mana.
Moreover, it was the strongest aura among those he'd met today.
And sure enough.
[Warning. Opponent's holy god mana is erupting.]
[It is strong mana borrowed from the Gemini constellation.]
[The trait of the One Who Strikes All Things is activating.]
[A portion of the opponent's holy god mana can be absorbed and used for recovery.]
[Data can be acquired.]
I Geon smiled.
Certainly, with mana of this level, it seemed he could restore his mana in one go.
At the same time, a fierce fire blazed up under Cheon Seongjae's feet.
Whoosh!
The flames finally swelled to the ceiling, inflating like a giant.
At the same time, the giant bore a massive cross and a wheel of fire.
It looked just like an inquisitor hunting heretics.
And in that moment, the giant let out a rough roar.
Kuoooo!
The startled boy quickly shouted.
"Hyung! Run away quickly! He may not look it, but he's one of the few bishop-class in Korea! Especially a genius mage acknowledged by the Gemini constellation...!"
"What? Even if you say that, I don't know."
"Ah, do you really not know?! An A-rank mage-type, even Sir I Geon himself would have a hard time...!"
No sooner had he spoken than the giant fiercely brought its hand down.
Boom!
The boy went pale at the tremendous shock.
"Hyung!"
The swirling heat instantly melted even a nearby cola bottle.
And at that sight, the caster, Cheon Seongjae, smiled.
'This should be enough to scare him.'
That's right. This divine seat skill was
It was an S-rank skill that had even made famous Leo constellation holy knights weep.
Of course, since he used it as a threat, he wouldn't be hurt, but it would be enough to make him run away crying.
But it was then.
"What? Even Sir I Geon would have a hard time?"
"?!"
Cheon Seongjae was appalled by the sight before him.
Far from finding it hot, I Geon was enjoying it like a sauna.
But he looked a little irritated.
"A sauna is nice, but all my late-night snacks are burnt."
"?!"
I Geon pointed at the chicken box the giant was stepping on.
And then.
"First, get that useless foot off."
Crack!
"!"
I Geon kicked the giant and sent it flying.
At the same time, the giant, hit squarely in the leg, screamed and collapsed.
That wasn't all.
I Geon appeared before Cheon Seongjae like a ghost.
"Kid."
"?!"
Because of that, the startled Cheon Seongjae reflexively tried to summon the giant.
But whether he did or not, I Geon stretched a finger out toward Cheon Seongjae.
Well, he was a subordinate of another holy figure and his own fanboy, so it was a bit embarrassing, and even if he seriously said he was I Geon, the kid wouldn't believe him, so he'd let it slide.
"If you do more, the busy 119 paramedics will have to come out, so let's stop?"
"Wh-what...!"
I Geon smiled.
At the same time, his bent finger snapped open.
Flick!
"Aagh!"
With a crisp sound, Cheon Seongjae flew back.
At the same time, Cheon Seongjae, struck on the forehead, crashed into the wall and collapsed.
Thud!
Along with that, the giant and the flames vanished.
And I Geon, who had delivered the flick, was twitching his finger and smiling.
Whether he went easy because he was the homeowner, or because he was his little fan.
Thanks to that, Cheon Seongjae only ended up with a nosebleed, but the culprit himself couldn't stop trembling.
Setting aside the fact that he was too dizzy to get up, he had no idea what had just happened.
'What the. Did he really just hit me with one finger?'
It was monstrous strength.
'Does this make sense? And he says he's a production class?'
Those guys who can't even touch combat?
'Just how high is his strength stat...!'
No, actually, it was a problem before that.
'I've never seen anyone, not even among the 12 holy figures, do something like this...!'
Cheon Seongjae was confused. But what was even more surprising was I Geon's next action.
I Geon picked up the items he had smashed.
They were the fakes that Cheon Seongjae had wept over, calling them Sir I Geon's mementos.
And when he touched the items, something amazing happened.
'!'
The shattered holy relics returned to their original state. Seeing that, the boy and Cheon Seongjae were startled.
"Th-the broken pieces came back together!"
"How?"
I Geon, who had used a restoration ability, smiled with interest.
The reason was simple.
[Power has been greatly recovered with the Gemini constellation's mana.]
[Acquired a portion of the opponent's data through the trait of the One Who Strikes All Things.]
[Mana recovered by more than half, activation condition met. God's Gaze (F) is automatically activating.]
Cheon Seongjae
Awakening Name (Baptismal Name) : [The Punisher]
- The One Who Punishes Evil That Deviates From Justice
[Effect] Against all those of evil alignment, applies critical hit, incapacitation, or wide-area strike properties.
- Possessed Skills of the Punisher
[Witch Transformation S-Rank (Gemini)]
[Sealed Eternal Snow A-Rank (Gemini)]
……
[Protection of the Other Side A-Rank (Gemini)]
[Portrait Making B-Rank (Virgo)]
[Figure Making C-Rank (Capricorn)]
……
Strange information about the opponent surfaced.
But that wasn’t what Lee Geon was interested in.
Cheon Seong-jae’s
[Genius] Learning effect 200%
[Future Foresight] Detects 1 second into the future
[Troublesome Fixation] Tracking specialization, increased completion, higher success rate
[Idol Worship] When with the target, all personal traits are strengthened
These were traits unique to each individual, a kind of buff effect.
And when that level reached the master level like his own, they could even transform into unique skills.
Strictly speaking, they were different from the constellation-bestowed skills.
And though he hadn’t examined it in detail, that was information others could never analyze or know even if they wanted to.
Most likely, it was visible only to him.
That was why Lee Geon smirked as he picked up the red crystal.
Of course, that wasn’t what mattered to him right now.
“I’m telling you as the owner of this room.”
“?”
Lee Geon stepped into Cheon Seong-jae’s room.
Then, grinning, he held something up. It was none other than overly beautified real-life figures of himself.
“About these.”
Cheon Seong-jae’s blood ran cold at Lee Geon’s action. And sure enough.
“First, let’s just pop their heads off.”
No sooner than the words fell, crack—the sound of a figure’s head being yanked off echoed.
At the same time, Cheon Seong-jae screamed.
“Ack! My Lee Geoooon!”
Having finally detached all the faces, Lee Geon crawled into bed as if wholly refreshed.
“Ah, now I can finally sleep.”
Cheon Seong-jae was flabbergasted.
“Hey! What do you mean sleep! What the hell are you—!”
“What’s the problem? They’re too damn handsome, it pisses me off.”
“What?!”
“I’ll just swap the faces later. I have to change them anyway.”
“What? Hey!”
Lee Geon brazenly fell asleep.
* * *
Buzz.
Buzz.
10 a.m.
Frowning at the phone ringing first thing in the morning, Cheon Seong-jae grimaced.
His sister hadn’t come, and he’d ended up getting beaten again after trying to kick Lee Geon out alone.
He hadn’t even slept because of it, and some bastard was calling on a Sunday morning.
It wasn’t even his own phone.
‘Han Ji-min, that idiot. Where the hell has he been getting calls since yesterday?’
Did he take out a loan or something?
And the moment the vibration surpassed 40 times—
“Damn it, hey, Han Ji-min! Your phone!”
Having stormed into his friend’s room, Cheon Seong-jae picked up the phone. His friend was asleep.
But then.
‘!’
Cheon Seong-jae’s face twisted oddly as he checked his friend’s phone.
That was because the owner of the incoming number was none other than the Saint of Sagittarius.
It was the very number that had been looking for Lee Geon since yesterday, asking to be contacted.
Yet for some reason, seeing the Sagittarius Saint’s personal number made Cheon Seong-jae furrow his brow.
“Geez, how the hell does Dad know his number?”
He pressed end call.
Blocking the number was a bonus.
And around that same time.
- The customer is unable to answer...
Incheon Airport, Korea.
The frustrated Saint of Sagittarius, Hugo, buried his face in his hands.
After an 11-hour flight to Korea, the contact situation was still like this.
[Hey, Sagittarius. Want to pick up the phone now?]
People he wished wouldn’t call kept reaching out persistently.
By now, Hugo was going insane. His teenage son was already driving him nuts, and now another guy was causing chaos.
‘There’s no way that bastard is staying quiet. He’s definitely up to something again.’
But that was when.
“!”
Maybe there’s witness info or even minor details?
As he combed through communities, news, and all sorts of places on his phone, Hugo was stunned.
It was because of a post.
About Lee Geon.
(Continued in the next episode)