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[If you need to understand the Sentinel worldview, please read the following article first :)]
The heroine wrapped a few strands of her hair around her index finger and twisted them around. To others, she simply smiled, but inside, she was suppressing her anger.
"ha‧‧‧‧‧‧."
Because just three days ago, contact with the personal guide he had a contract with was lost.
Oh, he just left a message. What did he say? He said he didn't want to guide me anymore? That's so funny.
"Are you in a position to choose where to lie down now? The guide is spread out everywhere."
Habitually, she scanned her wrist, but found nothing. Only then did she realize she'd left her watch behind that morning, and she bit her lip.
Of course, if my memory serves me right, the figure was over 80%, so it didn't matter much right away. But how dare he break the contract with a guide? That was unacceptable. After all, his pride as a Sentinel was at stake.
I could have immediately tracked that kid down and trampled him, or I could have crushed him so he couldn't guide anymore. A guide who can't guide would likely have his life over.
But the heroine wasn't that cruel. She just felt uncomfortable.
Thirty years from now. About thirty years have passed. The class system, built solely on money and for money, has collapsed.
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South Korea, where class systems revolved around money, though invisible, has now fallen. Those days are over. What this means is that someone who lived in the slums, struggling to earn a penny, could instantly rise to the top of the pyramid with the emergence of an S-class Sentinel. A psychic pessimist. This story actually became a huge topic of conversation.
And the main character is that woman, Im Yeo-ju.
Comparatively, there were more Guides than Sentinels. According to registered information, that was the case. However, due to the sheer number of Guides, treatment at lower ranks was not as favorable. Sentinels, even at lower ranks, were treated quite well. In any case, this led to cases where Guides deliberately concealed their abilities and lived as ordinary people.
Is that why? The heroine was more upset by the guiding that didn't feel like much than by her guide running away.
I've met countless people to choose a guide, but they're all just so-so. Furthermore, to receive proper guidance, you need to be of the right rank. Finding an S-rank guide isn't easy. At best, an A+. With so many guides, finding an S-rank is so rare.
This is so annoying. Seriously, I'm going crazy with this annoyance. Why are guides so unsatisfactory these days? Shouldn't the government be tracking down unregistered guides and punishing them?
The high school Yeoju attends produces the largest number of government-affiliated Sentinels. After graduating, Sentinels work for the government or government agencies. However, due to the small number of Sentinels, their options are limited. It's practically mandatory. Simply put, they're like civil servants.
Despite their reputation, there are many ordinary people who get along well with the Sentinels and Guides. However, there are exceptions. For example:
"Hey, don't bump into me, Kim Taehyung! You got hit less, right?"
"Hey, hey. Stop it. Why are you giving so much attention to ordinary people?"
"That's because it's annoying! Keep your eyes wide open. If you think I don't need those eyes one more time, just-"
Just like that.
"Sorry, sorry..."
Yeo-ju sighed deeply as she watched Tae-hyung, who had been waiting for them to pass with his head bowed as if he was used to it, hesitate. She was already in a bad mood, what was he doing? They were doing such a good job without even holding a formal ceremony.
"Im Yeo-ju. Are you that great? Yeah, I get it, but this is school. You have to focus on the closing ceremony, right?"
The homeroom teacher's nervous voice made Yeo-ju look away from the hallway and sit up straight. Hearing her short answer, she frowned and rubbed her forehead, telling her to separate the trash today. Yeo-ju was furious, internally lashing out at her homeroom teacher.
"What should I do? I'm really stuck. I'll go first."
Jeongguk patted Yeoju's shoulder and passed by.
"If you know, help me, you bad guy‧‧‧."
Yeah, what's wrong with Jeongguk? Yeoju headed to the back of the school, carrying a bin full of recyclables.
If there was something Yeoju overlooked that day, it was that the last time she checked the numbers was three days before the guide ran away. That meant she didn't even know exactly when she had received proper guidance.‧‧‧In conclusion, it was impossible to know how much the numbers had fallen.
"Oh, it's so heavy. It's so heavy that my head hurts. In times like these, I wish my power was telekinesis-."
Perhaps it was the weight. Despite her pounding head, the heroine didn't even have the usual suspicion. Having only been close to a runaway once in her life, she clearly wasn't familiar with the feeling yet.
The heroine, who had been repeatedly stepping down and resting every five steps, repeated this four times before finally sitting down. "This is driving me crazy. I have absolutely no energy today." She curled up against the cold wind that brushed the back of her neck, causing a strangely cold sweat to form.
"Haa, haaㅡ."
It was heavy, but was it really that hard to breathe?
No. No, this wasn't just breathlessness; it was so oppressive that it wouldn't be strange if she died immediately. The heroine lifted her hand with great difficulty and brought it to her face, and it was boiling hot.
Only then did I instinctively know.
That he was on the verge of going wild.
I'm so tired of keeping my eyes open that I close them, and my whole body feels tense. There's no one. Not a single guide nearby. But what's this noise?
A leg that turns a corner and stops.
"Ah-."
His eyes turned to me for a moment. Taehyung quickly looked away and passed by, and the heroine, clutching Taehyung's leg, practically wept.
"I need a guide, a guy, a guide. Please... please find someone."
It would have been nice if the guide had just passed by at this moment. Taehyung, whose lips were twitching at the pitiful gaze he'd been looking up at, carefully sat down at eye level.
"‧‧‧What can you do for me?"
Perhaps not expecting such words, the heroine couldn't even blink and relaxed her grip. Of course, the grovelling apology from earlier was gone. What...can I do for you?
"Don't you remember? Then cry. I'll feel like saving you."
As if it were a lie, clear tears fell from the heroine's eyes. She wasn't crying because she was told to. She just... just... without even realizing it. She couldn't tell if she was crying from the sadness of the situation or from the pain seeping from her toes as she neared a rage, but she wasn't even aware of it.
I didn't understand. You're not even a guide, how on earth are you going to save me?
Taehyung, who had been observing the female lead with an interested look, sat down with a hollow laugh.
"Ha-, you're quite desperate."
At that moment, an unbelievably creepy guiding sensation began to enter the heroine's body. Even without contact guiding, it couldn't have been this stimulating. It was as overwhelming as a baby taking its first breath.
"Huh, ah, ah-!"
It was sweet, and had a pleasant, refreshing scent. As she spoke in a wet voice, Taehyung grabbed the woman's chin and pulled it closer to his nose.
"‧‧‧I didn't expect it, but you know how to cry beautifully. Well, at least you put in the effort.I'll be happy to fill it in."
The moment our lips met, without giving the heroine a chance to say anything, she felt as if all her cells were about to burst.‧‧‧. You hid the fact that you were a guide? Why? With this level of compatibility, they had to be of the same rank. Taehyung wrapped his arms tightly around the waist of the female lead, who was distracted by her many questions. And that too, for a very brief moment.The long-suffering Yeojugi wrapped her arms around Taehyung's neck, ready to devour everything he had. What did he care about?
I rolled around on the floor like that for a long time. My knees were scraped and bleeding, but I couldn't allow myself even the slightest gap. I bit my lower lip tenaciously and hung on.
Taehyung, dizzy from the tongue probing deeper and deeper through his delicate mucous membrane, grabbed Yeoju's shoulder urgently. Despite this, Yeoju only pressed herself against him more earnestly.
The figure had already exceeded 100% a long time ago.