“D-did someone turn on the A/C? Ugh, cold…”
“Please don’t change the subject. How did this happen… Do you think I’m doing years of devoted, solitary waiting just to witness this kind of farce?”
“Solitary waiting? You’ve a real knack for saying things that beg to be misunderstood. Anyone listening would think you’d reserved the ‘lover’s seat.’”
“That’s what I’m saying, Director! I’m sorry to be rude on a first meeting, but that puppy-faced brat’s arrogance is beyond belief, isn’t it? If we don’t deal with him immediately—!”
[Your Covenant, “Reader of Fate,” pulls the face of an Empress who just bore a prince and mutters that the concubines are playing to their hearts’ content.]
“Ugh, shut up! Zip it!”
At last, Gyeon Riok’s irritation broke through, and the ruckus fizzled out.
Domi, who had just torn open a popcorn bag bought at the Cost Shop, lowered his hand, sulking.
Tch—right when it was getting good…
Still, thanks to that, they watched the test’s final scene in quiet.
Ji Eun-oh’s rapier, darting in quick succession, cleaved the last combat machine.
[“Combat type, AAA—Ji Eun-oh. Time taken: 45.2 seconds. Measurement complete.”]
“Whoa, impressive. Our young boss had the all-time best, right? What was his time again?”
“Fourteen point zero eight two one seconds.”
Sasejong—the Gyeon Riok super-fan—answered without even breathing.
At that vending-machine response, Jioh looked him over with wary eyes.
What is that parlor-room mister of a stalker…?
“But that’s an out-of-human-category record, so not comparable. Forty-five seconds easily qualifies as OP—Over Powered.”
The calculator inside started whirring fast.
And sadly, what followed drew little attention.
With a super rookie smashing the ceiling from the jump, it was the natural result.
The tragic fate of extras—what can you do. So it goes.
Another extra had just stepped into the box.
Round glasses, chubby cheeks—a face overflowing…