Trash Can Guide

After suffering all sorts of abuse from my stepfather and mother, I was sold to an illegal guiding establishment due to my stepfather’s debt as I turned twenty.

I thought my life might improve when I was later transferred to the South Korean Esper Center, commonly known as the ‘K Esper Center.’ But even there, I wasn’t treated as a human. I was nothing more than a tr*sh can, collecting all the negativity. My human dignity crumbled. Both physically and emotionally, I was a receptacle for their waste.

As I began to forget who I was, my name, age, and even whether I was human, I made a choice for myself for the first time. I felt myself sinking as the blood drained from my body.

Just before closing my eyes for the last time, through the cracked door, I caught the horrified gazes of those watching.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the evaluation room where I was previously labeled a D-class guide. But this time, the result was different. I wasn’t a D-class, but an immeasurable class capable of ruling over them.

It would have been great if the esper I was supposed to guide was the person who saved me… But he too was an esper from the K Esper Center.

Although Nabin tried to hide it, deep down he hoped he might encounter him—S-class Special Esper, Telekinetic Lee Hayan.

That was the name Mr. Kim had used to refer to the one who had saved his life. With white hair and a matching name, he was as pure as untouched, freshly fallen snow. The kindness he showed Nabin was equally pristine.