The Man with Hypnotic Powers Doesn't Hold Back the Second Time Around-Chapter 256

the Saintess, Mir, would have intervened.

She wouldn’t have stood idly by. She would have surely stopped it.

After all, if something went wrong with Yujin’s villain rehabilitation activities,

it would slow down her own divine recovery.

‘Besides, she’s the type who would have helped even without that.’

In other words, this was a situation that Mir had deliberately chosen to leave alone.

It wasn’t a life-or-death crisis.

That’s why Yujin could remain so composed.

[Actually, this is great. Good job, Kkong.]

Pat, pat.

Yujin reached under the table and patted Kkong on the thigh.

It was his way of reassuring the overly anxious Kkong without making it obvious to others.

"……!!!!?"

‘Does he have no concept of personal boundaries?!’

Far from feeling reassured, Kkong clamped his legs together in shock.

Yujin, seeing this reaction, couldn’t help but think, ‘Why is he acting like a shy girl over a simple pat on the thigh?’

As always, it was just another of their many peculiar interactions.

"Hmmm."

‘So, why did Lady Mir let this happen?’

Yujin began to contemplate.

Even though he could be accused of being complicit in a coup,

he maintained his composure as he analyzed the situation.

The answer came quickly.

‘It’s because of me. She wanted to show them, "This is the kind of person Yujin is."’

The conclusion Yujin reached was that this was an act of loyalty toward him.

After all, who was Yujin?

He was a hero who had crossed dimensions, endured countless hardships, and even relinquished his divinity to save the world.

It wasn’t surprising for a celestial being like Mir to want to boast about him.

She likely found the situation absurd—“I saved the world, and now they’re asking me to pay for the gear?”

Allowing Ellington to proceed with the demonstration was likely her way of making a statement.

She wanted to mobilize her followers and show humanity, "This is how great Yujin is."

It was an act of celestial kindness in her own way.

‘Though I appreciate the sentiment, mobilizing 200,000 people for WWE-level protests is a bit much, don’t you think?’

While it was an overwhelming gesture, to Yujin, it felt excessive—bordering on burdensome.

"Hmmm. Hmmm."

‘Well, that’s not the issue right now.’

He glanced around, quickly surveying the room.

He was thinking about how to best utilize the situation.

The solution came to him swiftly.

‘I’ll just use hypnosis to calm down the High Priest and the protestors. I’ll make a gesture of reconciliation and ask them to co-sign for the debt. Peaceful and simple.’

The straightforward solution was to disperse the protestors.

This would work to his advantage.

Managing a crowd of 200,000 would be an extraordinary feat in history.

Anyone who saw it would understand the power of the "hypnosis guy."

They would also realize how reckless it was for the opposition to demand he become an American citizen over a mere four billion dollars.

With public sentiment settled, the Jushin Church’s backing as a guarantor, and time to repay the debt, everything would fall into place.

Boom.

"How could they treat the Apostle, who sacrificed everything for the world, like this?! Four billion dollars?! He doesn’t owe them four dollars!"

"……."

‘Or maybe they’ll tell me not to repay it at all?’

Depending on the situation, he might not have to repay the debt.

Yujin considered this a possibility.

It was a simple solution, and he had no reason not to implement it…

"Hmmm."

‘But if I do this, others will face difficulties.’

Although seemingly perfect, Yujin hesitated.

If he took this route, others would be left in a tough spot.

For starters, the U.S. government led by President Morrison would find itself in a politically precarious position.

The optics would be terrible:

A head of state unable to handle a protest and forced to rely on Yujin, the very man they owed.

Even if Morrison could handle the fallout, Yujin didn’t want to add unnecessary complications to his plate.

‘And what about Sibylla? She even confessed to me to help resolve this.’

It would be unfair to Sibylla, who had offered herself in a political marriage to help him.

She was literally willing to put her body on the line to prevent Yujin from being burdened by the debt.

How could he then throw dirt on her superior’s face?

It would be a betrayal of her goodwill.

‘Besides, she’s a comrade who risked her life to fight alongside me. I don’t want to make things harder for her.’

Out of respect for her and the bond they shared, he couldn’t bring himself to take the easy way out.

"And lastly…"

‘If I do this, the Jushin Church would be left at a disadvantage.’

The Jushin Church had already mobilized 200,000 people for this situation.

If Yujin simply walked away, they would be left to bear the loss.

‘They even sent three mana fuel rods to help us. I can’t just ignore that.’

Unlike Morrison, they had donated sixty million dollars’ worth of fuel rods.

Yujin couldn’t let them face such consequences.

"Hmmm…."

‘Is there a way for all four of us to win?’

Yujin returned to his thoughts, searching for a better solution.

…Absentmindedly, he began to knead Kkong’s thigh.

"Eeek!?"

[What are you touching, you bastard!?]

"Hmmm…."

[Don’t ignore me, hey! Hey!!]

Kkong’s face flushed bright red from the unexpected contact.

If Yujin had seen this, he would have snapped, "Your overly cute reactions just make things look weirder!"

"……!!!"

‘This is it! All four of us can win!’

Fortunately, Kkong’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain.

Thanks to him, a brilliant solution suddenly illuminated Yujin’s mind.

The golden glow that had lingered in his eyes subsided.

"Ahem, ahem! High Priest, please calm down for a moment!"

"…Sir Yujin?"

"Causing a commotion in the presence of the President? What an outrageous display of disrespect!"

Yujin turned and began to scold High Priest Ellington.

He furrowed his brow, his tone filled with indignation.

President Morrison, who had been the recipient of Yujin’s supposed "favor," was visibly startled.

"Sir Yujin. Perhaps we should respect his religious position…."

[It’s fine. This is WWE-level drama, after all.]

"……?"

[I’ll handle the Jushin Church and calm them down. Just play along for now.]

"……Hmm."

‘It seems Yujin has a plan in mind.’

Morrison, initially worried about the optics of this conflict, regained his composure after hearing Yujin’s private message.

"Sir Yujin is correct."

"……!!! Morrison, you heretic…."

"Your passion is admirable, but your behavior damages your own faith. Look, even the Saintess appears troubled by your actions."

"……."

"We must find better ways to communicate. Please, calm yourself."

With the dignity of a president, Morrison delivered a masterful rebuke that also respected the High Priest’s faith.

Ellington’s fiery expression faltered.

"How dare… a heretic speak of the Saintess so casually…!!!"

The fanatic was ready to charge, but…

[High Priest. Listen carefully. The truth is….]

"Hrmph. My apologies, Mr. President."

The rage vanished instantly.

The veins that had bulged on his forehead receded, and peace returned to Ellington’s face.

It was as if he had been hypnotized.

"Well, High Priest? Is apologizing enough for the commotion you caused before the President?"

"Of course not. I will take full responsibility for this incident, apart from Sir Yujin’s four-billion-dollar debt."

Ellington even declared that the debt would no longer be an issue.

It was as if he had fallen completely under Yujin’s spell.

Morrison’s gaze turned to Yujin.

‘Did he hypnotize him? If this gets exposed….’

[No hypnosis was used, so don’t worry. I resolved this peacefully through conversation.]

‘…What kind of magic did you perform, Sir Yujin?’

Morrison leaned forward, reassured but still perplexed.

‘I don’t know exactly what he did… but this is an opportunity.’

"Yes. Let’s resume our discussions. Peacefully, of course."

***

Afterward, the Three of Us Began Our Discussion

We quickly deliberated the matters of my $400 million debt and the sudden affront by the Jushin Church.

The conclusion came swiftly.

"I, Ray Ellington, as the High Priest of the Jushin Church, hereby guarantee that Sir Yujin’s $400 million debt will be repaid."

"The legal documents for this…?"

"I will have them drafted immediately upon my return to the foundation."

First: The Jushin Church would guarantee my $400 million debt.

If I failed to repay it within 15 years, the Jushin Church would cover the full amount, including interest.

"Yes, and I will repay the $400 million by offering my abilities to the United States."

‘Hypnotherapy costs $7,000 per person, and villain rehabilitation is $10,000 each... I can clear it in two years.’

I was confident I could repay the amount in two years.

In Korea, my hypnotherapy fees were around 10 million won per session, roughly $7,000.

$400 million divided by $7,000? That’s about 50,000 people.

Fifty thousand treatments to clear the debt.

Even though I had exaggerated my claims about treating 100 people per day during negotiations,

the truth was, with my Perfect Hypnosis, there was no cost limit.

If I set my mind to it, I could easily handle tens of thousands a day.

Realistically, accounting for consultations, 500 per day was my limit, but still.

I just had to occasionally visit the U.S., perform some hypnotherapy showcase,

and incorporate villain rehabilitation while I was at it.

I could clear it in two years.

During the academy’s vacation periods, I’d travel to the U.S., enjoy some sightseeing with my wives, and leisurely repay the debt.

‘Honestly, this is way easier than before regression. Hypnosis being public knowledge really makes things simpler.’

I almost felt guilty toward Kkong for how easy this would be.

‘Kkong, sorry, man. You’re out there sweating buckets saving Vietnam, and I’m just snapping my fingers.’

"Ahem. So, lastly, High Priest, don’t you think you owe President Morrison an apology for your prior disrespect?"

With Kkong temporarily set aside, I turned my attention to the Jushin Church.

Both Morrison and I focused on Ellington.

Ellington wore a serene, devout smile.

"Yes. The Jushin Church will henceforth dedicate its efforts to tracking and detaining villains worldwide."

The price he offered? Assistance with villain-related operations.

He explained that the Jushin Church would use all its resources to locate and incarcerate villains.

The goal was to create facilities akin to Korea’s Abyssal Pits in multiple locations.

…It was easier said than done.

Morrison even approached me afterward, curious about how I’d managed to arrange this.

"How on earth did you pull this off, Sir Yujin? Even with their protestors, this is too much…."

"Too much? They’re probably ecstatic. They think this is all for their god."

I honestly hadn’t done much.

All I’d done was drop Lady Mir’s name.

[Is it true, Sir Yujin? That when you rehabilitate villains, it helps Lord Jushin regain strength?]

[Yes. Just send the location of villains to your faithful through prophetic dreams. That’ll do the trick.]

The reason I rehabilitate villains?

To break their corrupted status panels, extract the divine fragments within, and return them to the Saintess.

From the Jushin Church’s perspective, it was a divine mission.

When they realized this, they trembled with gratitude, thanking me profusely for allowing them to assist.

Thus, a perfect "win-win" scenario had been achieved.

‘It’s a situation where everyone benefits. It’s a win-win-win.’

President Morrison emerged as a political victor, a leader who negotiated the best possible outcome for the U.S.

Offering treatments for incurable conditions at a fraction of the cost of private healthcare?

Securing unparalleled cooperation from the Jushin Church?

His political legacy would speak for itself.

The Jushin Church? To them, this was a divine blessing.

They wept with joy at the chance to work for their god.

And for me? I’d effortlessly benefit from villain rehabilitation.

Everyone won.

…Except one person. Sibylla.

‘Well, let’s fix that.’

"Sibylla?"

Finally, I turned to Sibylla.

It was only fair to ensure my ally also gained something from this.

"…Yujin, please forget it. All that stuff I said about love… just pretend I never—"

She was flustered, fidgeting nervously, but…

"Let’s head to a hotel and talk for a bit."

"…What? A hotel?"

"Yes. A hotel. Let’s talk. Seriously."

I firmly grabbed her hand.

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I was going to drag her there if I had to.

"What the f**k…? Yujin, what is this—"

"Kkong, keep an eye on Paimon while I chat with Sibylla, okay?"

"Sir Yujin?! Surely you’re not—"

"Mr. President, I’ll need to borrow her for a moment."

Creaaak. Clack, clack.

"Wait, hold on. You’re dragging me off so suddenly… Where exactly are we going?"

"To a hotel. A presidential suite, no less, courtesy of High Priest Ellington."

"…What!?"

The very same luxury hotel I’d missed out on last time, leaving Alice disappointed.

I never thought I’d end up going there first with her.