The corners of his mouth curved just the right amount. His lips creased graciously, and the tips of his eyes smoothly slid down. I wasnât exaggerating. Then, his mouth retracted and his eyes darted up, returning to the class presidentâs usual expressionless face, and I felt like I was going nuts.
The class president stepped up onto the stage.
As I stood horrified, the class president grabbed the microphone.
âStudents of Shinseo High School.â
His voice pierced the uproar of the auditorium.
âThe video you are watching now shows Hwang Eunseo from Grade 2, Class 5 assaulting his classmate, Kim Yul, in a group. This has not been staged. It is the scene of a real assault.â
The class president was not holding any paper to read off of. He was delivering a speech that I had never heard, that he had never practiced in rehearsal.
âI was able to obtain material like this thanks to an anonymous informant. Yes. There was more than one. The crimes committed by Hwang Eunseo of Grade 2, Class 5 have been recorded in 103 tapes, 311 videos, and 30,790 photos.â
Crimes?
Videos?
Photos?
âBroadcasting club president. Turn over to the PowerPoint presentation.â
âY-yesâŚâ
The projector illuminated light onto the auditorium wall. Rows of pictures were displayed. The images werenât that sharp, but our school uniforms were recognizable to everyone.
âWe plan to report Hwang Eunseo of Grade 2, Class 5 officially after this presentation ends today. Of course, the victim, Kim Yul of Grade 2, Class 5, will press charges against Hwang Eunseo.â
Report? Charges?
âI want to ask. Did anyone among the teachers of Shinseo High School know of this violence? âŚI see there is none. Yes, of course. Aside from the regular criminal activities that took place for the past year, the teachers who are supposed to be responsible for our school lives took no action at all. This is the reality of Shinseo High School.â
The reactions of the teachers werenât much different from my own. All of them looked shell-shocked. A few of them frantically whispered to their colleagues, and the division head rose from his seat.
âWait a moment. Wait! You! Come down! What do you think youâreâ!â
âI trust that all of our teachers will help with the police report. I am informing everyone of the violence at our school.â
âNo, if you do it like thisâŚâ
âEveryone, please be aware that my presentation is currently being recorded and taped. The evidence has already been sent to media outlets this morning.â
ââŚâŚâ
The head of the grade stopped standing and looked at the principal. All of the staff stared at the principal. The principal opened and closed his mouth stupidly while looking at his phone, saying, âJ-just a moment. Please wait just a moment.â Maybe he called someone, or maybe someone called him, but he was kowtowing to someone with his head down.
The school staff seemed paralyzed by his behavior.
âI-itâs a lie!â
I yelled into the microphone I gripped in my hands.
âAll the pictures are fabricated! Theyâre fake!â
But the speakers did not relay my voice. Belatedly, I realized that the broadcasting club president must have disconnected my microphone.
âPlease look at Hwang Eunseo as he stands here.â
Only the class presidentâs voice boomed loudly in the auditorium.
âDo you recall what Hwang Eunseo said in his apology just now? He said, [When I saw my classmate being bullied, I didnât do anything to stop it]. [Instead, I joined the other kids in bullying him]. Do you remember?â
The students bristled.
âHe excused himself by saying he only âjoined in.â That is, he claimed that he was not the main culprit. Though he himself organized, filmed, and shared the videos of the violence, Hwang Eunseo did not admit his fault up to the end. Then he pretended to have truly repented and put on a show for you.â
Every student in the room was staring at me.
âPlease look at Hwang Eunseoâs face. Remember his expression.â
That was right.
The class president was a bastard.
âRemember Hwang Eunseoâs logic. Remember his methods. The way he led the violence, the way he tried to scurry awayâobserve every bit of it.â
This bastard was the one hunting me behind the scenes.
ââŚâŚâ
The class president lowered his microphone. With his right hand still wrapped around the device, he turned to me. Then, he spoke in a voice only I could hear.
âAh. This was tough.â
His voice was so calm that I felt like I was slipping from reality.
âAnyway, Hwang Eunseo, your life is over. Youâll probably be surprised to hear how many kinds of crimes you committed. Even so, you probably wonât spend your whole life in jail since youâre a minor, but oh, well. Itâs fine. We can just end your social life.â
âY-youâŚâ
âIt was hard for me to act like your friend, too.â
The class president sighed.
âReally. Iâm too emotional as a youth. Just talking to you made me nauseous. Itâs nice that my back doesnât hurt, but I viewed the world too simply⌠Well, thatâs how I ended up in college,â the class president complained.
âDid you know? It costs a lot of money to improve society. Every little thing you do requires money. It costs money to plant a tree. It costs money to travel to a disaster zone. Taking care of teachers costs money, too. Haa⌠If I knew this during my school days, I would haveâŚâ
âFucking bastard! What the hell are you saying?!â
Furious, I yelled. A beat after, I realized that my voice was too loud and that it had spread through the auditorium. I paused. Unlike the class presidentâs quiet murmurs, my outcry was uproarious.
âYeah.â
The class president smiled.
âI was muttering nonsense precisely to make you yell like that. Brat. You fell for it hook, line, and sinker.â
When I saw the guy smile, my head went blank again.
âYouâre probably thinking of reaching out to your connections⌠Pfft.â
The class president covered his mouth with his left hand and laughed.
âAh. Sorry. Itâs just funny.â
This son of a bitch.
âAnyway, you probably believe that your connections will help you. They wonât. Your ex-girlfriend? We negotiated to erase the videos that she was present in. All of your âclientsâ struck a deal. Remember this. The children of well-to-do houses actually have no interest in you. They only care about [avoiding association with the incident].â
In this chaos, the broadcasting club president had continued to go through the PowerPoint slides. The pictures connected. The student bodyâs rumblings turned into a commotion, and throughout the auditorium, responses like âFuckâ and âIs he crazy?â popped up.
âThough I feel sorry for Kim Yul-ssi⌠This is as far as your report goes. It canât be helped. Havenât I always told you since you were young, Gongja?â
The class president wore a polite, friendly smile on his lips.
âA person must do what he can.â
That smile made my mind snap.
âYou meet someone one day that makes you think, ah, the world would be dirtied if you left this person be. These sorts of people exist, and instead of regretting it later, you must get rid of them quickly. You have to wreck them when you can so that you donât have regrets.â
Roaring, I lunged at the class president. He didnât resist. Instead, he smirked lightly.
âWell. I suppose this is why people say you need to raise your kid right so youâre comfortable in your oldâŚâ
I swung my fist. I knocked him over and crushed him. There were screams behind me, but I did not stop. Bastard. Motherfucker! Because of you! How dare you, you bitch?! My life!
âHey, Hwang Eunseo! Calm down! Teacher! We have to stop him!â
âBroadcasting Club President! Stop! Canât you stop recording this now?!â
âE-even if you yell at me⌠I have to do this, soâŚâ
My life!
[The clear requirements have been achieved.]
[Considering the uniqueness of this stage, requesting judgment.]
I lived doing the best I could⌠Even if I didnât lead the best life, I really did my best! Who here worked harder than me?! Was there a student who lived more earnestly than me?!
[Judgment complete.]
[The Lord of Manseng accepts the clearing.]
No!
[However, âThe Tale of the Ascending City â Side Storyâ will not be included in the true history.]
There wasnât!
[Stage Cleared.]
I couldnât accept this! I couldnât! This was unfair! I was cheated. This was unreasonable! It wasnât right! Yeah, this was wrong! It was human rights abuse! My human rights! All people have a right to a fair trial⌠Iâm a person, too! This was wrong!
[Today, the 29th floor Stage has been cleared.]
I was wronged.
Sympathize with me⌠Come on. Have pity.
[The Lord of Manseng announces instead of the Tower.]
Iâ
[Good work, everyone.]
âdid nothing wrong.
[Though I am on everyoneâs side, with this much, others would also turn a blind eye. I am a little more generous to those who struggle.]
Nothing at all.
[May luck be with you all.]
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That was my first defeat.
ââŚâŚ!â
I took in a rushed breath, and with a grunt, I raised my body upright instinctively. My heart was throbbing. It wasnât the first time I had become completely immersed in a character, but the ache in my heart as I returned to my senses was hard to get used to.
When I looked around, I saw we were in a corner of the Great Library.
âMmâŚâ
âEukâŚâ
The Constellation Killer and the director also rose up one by one. For a while, the three of us caught our breaths. We had no energy to do anything else. Our brains had been jumbled.
Over 10 minutes later, the director quietly mumbled, âGongjaâŚâ
âYes?â
âCome over hereâŚâ
The director weakly beckoned with a finger. Somehow, it felt ominous. The fierce light in the directorâs eyes was the same as it was when the kids in the orphanage got into a fight. I obediently went to the director and sat on my knees.
âUm, Iâm hereâŚâ
âA long time ago, in the Spring and Autumn period, there lived a man called Wu Zixu.â
I felt more and more on edge.
When the director scolded us as kids, he never told us off right away. He drew it out. When we asked him a question, he made us wait for a day to think. When he got angry, he unhurriedly told us a story. From what I remember, the tale of Wu Zixu was an S-Class alarm.
âYesâŚâ
âIâve told you this many times, so I know you remember this. He was someone who dug up the corpse of the man who killed his family and whipped it until the bones turned to dust. But think about it.â
âYesâŚâ
âWu Zixu wanted to dig up the grave for his revenge, but whatâs this? Someone already bore into the ground to make it easier to exhume the corpse. They even pulled out the coffin. Then, do you think Wu Zixu would be thankful or happy that someone dug up the grave? Or do you think he would be mad that someone touched the grave of someone he lay claim to?â
âUhâŚâ
âHalf of the revenge has been stolen by someone else. Isnât that right?â[1]
Confused, I stuttered, âT-teacher.â
âYes. Speak.â
âYouâre not mad that I went overboard? Or that I chose a method that was too self-sacrificing? Uh. Are you not scolding me for not taking care of my bodyâŚ?â
âGongja. Youâre an adult now. You have to take care of yourself. Why should I meddle? Raising you was hard enough. Do I still have to worry about you?â
The director spoke dryly. Amazing. The director who said such a thing so frankly was amazing, and my memory, which forgot for a moment that he was that sort of person, was amazing.
âI raised you kids to be as strong as possible. Sympathy can feel like a nice gift, but if a person receives nothing but sympathy, they will lose strength and wither. Gongja. I donât pity your life at all. Live as you want.â
-Sure enoughâŚ
Bae Hu-ryeong muttered next to me. He was nodding like he understood something.
-I was wondering where Zombieâs temper came from. Heâs learned it properly since he was youngâŚ
Suddenly, I wondered how the kids who grew up in the orphanage with me were doing. Hanbija was a member of the National Assembly now, right? Are there videos of him on the internet?
âGongja.â
âY-yes.â
âEven if you did not hand me the recordings and videos, I would have worked hard to kick Hwang Eunseoâs⌠Sorry. No, I donât need to be sorry. Right. I would have worked hard to kick Hwang Eunseoâs ass. Why did you dig up the grave by yourself? Do you want to be scolded?â
No. I canât get scolded at this age! Let alone in front of Bae Hu-ryeong and Shiny!
âNo, but I also had to do something⌠I entered the stage one year before you, Director. I-in addition, my immersion was at 95%. Donât you think a person would be rushed and hasty in that position?â
ââŚâŚâ
He paused.
The director hesitated when he heard âone yearâ and â95%.â Whoo! As expected of the director! Even I knew now that he was considerate toward others, though he pretended not to be. I had become an adult!
âThatâs right. Director. You told us that we should live as we wanted. When I fell into the stage, I was doing as I wanted. I was following your teachings.â
-Sure enoughâŚ
Bae Hu-ryeong muttered. Again, his face looked like he had understood something.
-I was wondering where the bratâs tongue came from. Heâs been training his fucking shamelessness since he was youngâŚ
At that moment.
âMm.â
The Constellation Killer stood up. Like someone who had cried during a nightmare, traces of water remained by his eyes.
âDeath King. As you wished, I have come to understand [Kim Yul]. I felt him. I will remember him. I learned many things, but there is one thing I want to ask you.â
Without wiping his eyes, the Constellation Killer looked straight at me.
âWhat do you want me to do from now?â
ââŚâŚâ
I opened my mouth.
âKim Yul is the victim. He was killed. As he died, he left his final words.â
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The one that murdered me was you.
Donât forget.
You killed me.
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His grudge, assembled in three texts.
As he threw away his life, he passed on a scream so that the culprits, those beasts, would not forget what they had done. To be haunted by the memories. Forever.
âBut.â
I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and gripped it tightly.
âYou forgot.â
The Constellation Killer tilted his head.
âWhat are you referring to?â
âThe lives that were sacrificed when you killed the Constellations. The people of many worlds.â
âI forgot.â
On the 50th floor, where I had taken a shortcut to get, the Constellation had said this.
ăI have amnesia, Stranger.ă
That he couldnât remember what he had done.
ăMy mistakes come down to two things. First, I did not think of the possibility that new Constellations would be born if a Constellation disappeared in a world. Second, I neglected the fact that a dead Constellation could cast a curse on the world.ă
ăI will not make the same mistakes in the future.ă
ăTell me what you want as an expression of my gratitude for this advice.ă
I clenched the handkerchief again.
âIt was something done without knowledge nor intent. Itâs over if you forget it and live on without remembering. But did [Kim Yul] think those beasts deserved to forget him?â
ââŚâŚâ
âThe ones who tore apart Kim Yul were the worst types of bastards, Constellation Killer. But that doesnât change the sin youâve committed.â
What I wanted wasâŚ
âDonât use the same excuse those animals did.â
âŚfor you to change.
To return from being a puppet.
If it was possible to become human, to become human.
âLook at those who have wronged you. Then, look at those you have wronged. Please face it squarely.â
ââŚâŚâ
âPlease make a decision here. If you hate it, I will not use 100 Ghosts Reincarnation to call you again. And one day, for certain, I will find and destroy all of your dolls. But ifâŚâ
âIf?â
The Constellation Killer looked at me.
The blue surface of his pupils was shaking.
âIf I face it squarely, what will happen?â
Whether it was a trace of the person who had attended Shinseo High School, was a part of Grade 2, Class 5, or if it was the Constellation Killer himself who felt these emotions, I didnât know.
Because I didnât know, I asked.
âWhat would Kim Yul do?â
Then.
âWhat do you want to do?â
The Constellation Killer opened his mouth.
âIâŚâ
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[1] Localization note! In the raws, the director says that the first two characters of a four-character idiom (look up Chengyu if curious) were taken out. The idiom in question is ęľ´ëŹí¸ě, or ćŻĺ˘éĺą in Chinese, which means to exhume a body for public flogging (lit. dig + grave + whip + corpse).