I Became the Student Council President of Academy City-Chapter 115

Boom!

With a blast of electric shock, Ye-seo's body was shattered and sent flying.

Crash! Her body smashed into the wall, breaking her form as she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

‘What just happened...? Ah.’

Ye-seo quickly regained her senses, clasping her hands together and summoning her silvery magic, matching the color of her eyes.

But she wasn’t given a chance to counter.

"…!"

Too late, she realized.

As if it had been planned all along, a crack had already formed right above her head.

She lifted her head.

In that instant—

Rumble!

"Gah…!"

The floor beneath her crumbled, and Ye-seo’s body began to plummet.

With each floor she fell through, Woo-jin opened cracks, consuming the ground beneath her.

"What the—!?"

As a result, Ye-seo fell from the towering height of the Central Tower.

‘I have to use elemental magic to escape…! What!?’

Her escape wasn't allowed.

A missile, stolen from the Center Area’s final defense sequence, fired through the crack above her.

This was one of the most dangerous missiles, designed to protect Neo Seoul and the Principal’s seat of power.

It was a masterpiece of Neo Seoul’s military industry, powerful enough to deal a fatal blow to Ye-seo in a single hit.

It was too fast. She couldn’t avoid it.

Boom!!!

The missile hit Ye-seo, causing a massive explosion of magic.

Woo-jin formed cracks around the area, absorbing the shockwave of the explosion and sending it far away.

Rumble!!!!

A distant roar echoed.

Ye-seo’s magic faded away.

Whether she was unconscious or dead, it was one of the two.

Woo-jin didn't know the extent of Ye-seo’s abilities.

But it didn’t matter.

The battle had already been decided.

"She went down so easily... Pathetic."

The Principal sighed deeply.

Ye-seo had been one of Neo Seoul’s strongest, and now she was gone.

For the Principal, the result was hopeless.

With the Central Tower’s forces wiped out, only Woo-jin and the Principal remained.

Woo-jin walked toward the Principal.

"I always wondered who would be the one to take my life... Turns out, it’s you."

The Principal spoke in a calm voice, attempting to start a conversation.

Slam! Crack!

“Hmph!”

With a swift strike from Woo-jin’s iron staff, the Principal’s thigh was crushed, and her wheelchair shattered.

The Principal winced in agony, groaning and clutching her mangled thigh.

Woo-jin crouched down, staring at her without a hint of emotion. His eyes simmered with cold anger.

"I'm not asking you to clear my name. I won’t give you the time for that."

"What do you want to say...?"

"Tell me what your objective was."

"My objective...? Ugh..."

Crack, crack.

Woo-jin pressed the end of his staff against the back of the Principal’s hand, crushing it further.

"Why did you have to turn Dal-bi and Baek-seo into what they are? Why did you drive so many students to their deaths? Why did you make them into weapons of war? Why did you use the Six Sinners to commit terrorism? Why did you target me? Why did you try to manipulate this city?"

Woo-jin twisted his staff, grinding it into the Principal’s hand. She let out a scream of pain, gasping for breath.

"What kind of grand objective did you have... to do all that?"

"I have no reason to tell you..."

Crunch!

"Arrgh!"

Woo-jin crushed her fingers with his staff.

"My goal... was just to live well."

Crunch!

"Aaagh...! Stop, please stop…!"

"I just wanted to live peacefully with the people I cared about. That was all. But you… what the hell was your reason?"

Crunch!

"Ughh... I... I..."

"No, forget it. Don’t say anything."

Woo-jin grabbed the Principal by her collar and threw her toward the desk.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

The Principal crashed into the corner of the desk, her spine breaking. She slumped down, sitting against it.

She barely had time to register the pain as Woo-jin approached her again.

His eyes were filled with lethal intent.

"I’ve decided to destroy everything related to you. Including this Center Area. Whatever your objective was, once it’s all gone, that’ll be the end of it. It doesn’t matter if some questions remain unanswered."

"Wait... cough!"

The Principal spat out blood.

Woo-jin raised his iron staff, ready to strike.

And then—

♪♬♩...

Suddenly, classical music played.

It was the ringtone of a smartphone that had fallen to the floor along with the wreckage of the Principal’s wheelchair.

Woo-jin glanced toward the phone, and the Principal, startled, began to crawl desperately toward it.

But it was pointless.

Woo-jin raised his hand, and a small crack formed, pulling the phone directly into his grasp.

[1215]

For some reason, the caller’s name was a four-digit number.

Even though Woo-jin didn't know who it was, he clearly remembered that number.

It was the same number Moon Chae-yeon had mentioned: the one the Principal followed, ‘1215.’

At that moment, the Principal, lying on the floor, grabbed onto Woo-jin’s pant leg, pleading desperately.

"Don't answer! Please don’t answer…! I beg you...!"

The Principal begged, but Woo-jin kicked her away. Still, she crawled toward him on the floor, refusing to give up.

"That person... That person…!"

Woo-jin was deeply curious about the identity of '1215.’

The way the Principal referred to them as ‘that person’ suggested it might be a student.

Ignoring her, Woo-jin answered the call.

The Principal froze.

"No...!"

Her face filled with despair, and a heavy silence followed.

“…Who is this?”

Woo-jin asked, his voice wary.

And the voice that responded—

─ So, you’ve finally come to finish off the Principal, huh, senior?

Woo-jin’s breath caught in his throat.

His eyes widened in shock.

There was no mistaking it. That voice was so familiar, so clear, that he couldn't convince himself otherwise.

It made no sense. His mind spun in confusion.

"You... Why...?"

─ Life’s funny like that, isn’t it? I really, really liked you, senior...

"Ise-ah!!"

Woo-jin shouted at the top of his lungs.

The fact that the voice of someone he had opened his heart to was coming from where it absolutely shouldn't be turned his face into a mask of rage.

─ Whoa, calm down, senior. You’re hurting my ears. I’m more delicate than you might think, you know.

"What... What’s your connection to the Principal? Tell me now."

─ Hmm... Before that, how am I saved in your phone? You didn’t recognize me at first, so I’m guessing it wasn’t by my name, right? Some kind of nickname?

"1215…! What does that mean? What’s your connection to it?"

─ Ah! That’s what it is?

Ise-ah giggled, as if she hadn’t expected it.

─ Senior, do you remember our first conversation? Do you?

Their first conversation...

Woo-jin recalled it. It was near the start of the semester, on the day of the volunteer food service.

It was the first time Ise-ah had spoken to him.

─ ‘Did you check your fortune today?’ ─ ‘Fortune?’ ─ ‘I’m a Sagittarius.’

Ise-ah’s birthday was under the sign of Sagittarius.

And a Sagittarius is born on December 15th.

Woo-jin let out a bitter laugh.

"This is ridiculous…"

─ Looks like the Principal really cared about my birthday, huh? I guess he was planning to give me something special this year, too~.

"...The Black Market?"

─ Yep. This year’s ‘gift’ would’ve been that, I guess? It wasn’t really a ‘surprise’ since I knew everything, though.

This semester, Ise-ah had become the ruler of the Black Market, destined to meet her death.

How had she, as the leader of a single group like Dohwa, managed to seize control of the Black Market, a massive entity tainted with dirty money?

Woo-jin didn’t know the specifics of her methods.

But now that he knew the Principal, the most powerful figure in Neo Seoul, had backed her, it all started to make sense.

"So, Anomia... it was just a puppet for you all along?"

─ Haha. But wasn’t it a fun game?

Anomia was the organization Woo-jin had defeated.

They had competed with Dohwa over control of the Black Market.

Anomia was the organization Woo-jin had defeated.

They competed with Dohwa for control of the Black Market.

The major investor who backed Anomia was part of the Academy City’s ruling elite.

Although there was no concrete evidence, Woo-jin had been certain that the Principal was the one behind those investments.

"So, the Principal backed Anomia, inflating its size with massive funding, and made them your natural competition. And the next step was obvious. Once Anomia grew big enough, you would stab them in the back and make them submit to Dohwa… All of this, for you."

─ Wow~, as expected of you, senior! You got it right. I wanted to see Anomia, who tried to take me down, crawling at my feet. How fun would that have been? But you went and destroyed everything, so it never happened.

"Ise-ah…"

─ Still, I don’t hate or resent you, senior.

Ise-ah’s playful voice took on a more serious tone.

─ I really did like you, from the bottom of my heart.

"Then why did you help me all this time? Like when we captured the Technomancer?"

─ The Six Sinners are just disposable cards. You can make more if you take the time.

"What?"

─ I wanted you, senior. I was just weighing my options. I hoped you’d become mine. That’s why I decided to help you recover someone important to you and build a bond by going on adventures together.

Disposable cards.

At that phrase, Woo-jin flinched.

─ Even if it was only for a short time, if I could make you open your heart to me, make you mine… I was confident I could have you wrapped around my finger. If I could have you, senior, the Six Sinners wouldn’t matter at all.

"…"

─ I asked the Principal not to touch you, Woo-jin. That was the one thing I requested. But I guess they couldn’t agree to that, even though they probably thought it was for my own good.

Ise-ah laughed softly.

─ Whenever something happened to you, my heart would drop, senior. For that, I apologize. I’m sorry, senior. I’ll clear your name, make sure nothing bad happens to you, and I’ll give you a life of luxury. So don’t worry about the future. But in return… could you spare the Principal’s life?

Her voice, though still light-hearted, carried a note of sincerity.

─ That person… is kind of my parent, in a way. In a genetic sense, at least. You see, I’m the only one who was born from their genetic material, stored at the factory.

Woo-jin’s brow furrowed, and he turned to look at the Principal.

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The Principal looked back at him with a sorrowful expression.

At that moment, everything began to click in Woo-jin’s mind, the questions he had harbored finally falling into place.

He no longer needed the Principal to explain their goals. He understood.

"Ise-ah…"

Woo-jin asked coldly.

"Was your plan all along to take over Neo Seoul?"