Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

Cheongho stared at me through his mask, so I looked back at him.

Except for the short hair that revealed his bangs, it was hard to associate Cheongho with Han-yi.

Cheongho looked more like an adult woman, and his body type was somewhat different from Han-yi's. He didn't look like an ordinary human being because his eyes and hair were blue through the mask.

If you look at his face under the mask, you might change your mind, but at this point, it seemed difficult to link the two based on their appearances.

'If they could tell by their appearance, the tigers would have already determined that Han-yi was Cheongho.'

Meanwhile, those who were presumed to be Cheongho's disciples were a little flustered.

They all had blue hair, whether they had applied blue dye or were born with it.

It seemed like they usually did that to prevent enemies from immediately recognizing Cheongho and targeting him.

Even so, it would be impossible to imitate Cheongho’s strong spirit, so it didn’t seem to mean much since the enemy would immediately recognize Cheongho.

Cheongho spoke calmly, just like when he first spoke to me.

“I don’t know if you’re a real prophet, but you’re definitely not bad at observation. You recognized me right away when we first met.”

“It might not be our first meeting.”

“If you’re a prophet, you should know that I have good ears.”

Cheongho answered my question, which seemed to be floating around.

For a moment, I thought of Han-yi, who couldn’t hear sounds, but felt music through vibrations and read other people’s reviews, and my heart grew heavy.

I already knew that Cheongho loved sounds and was good at listening.

I also knew that the Cheongho in front of me was not the real Cheongho, but an afterimage created by the other-world simulation reading the memories of the land.

Still, I couldn’t stop the image of my classmate Han-yi from overlapping.

“I don’t forget sounds I’ve heard once. Your voice, the beating of your heart, the sound of your footsteps… … I’m hearing all of the sounds of the descendants of the dragon tribe and their companions for the first time, besides you. You and I are meeting for the first time.”

Cheongho said with a confident voice.

Even if the voice is like that, it would be extremely difficult to remember and distinguish someone with a different sound, but Cheongho seems to be able to do it.

Perhaps it’s a similar principle to how the strong homeroom teacher Im Yeonhwa distinguishes living things by their muscles?

“In a battlefield like this, the value of a prophet is higher than that of a descendant of the dragon tribe. Whether you’re fake or real, if you call yourself a prophet, you’re going to be in a dangerous situation. You knew that, right?”

Cheongho didn’t take a sharp stance, but there was no warmth in his voice.

Han-i was blunt in his criticism of Hwang Ji-ho, who was talking nonsense, but he was basically compared to being affectionate.

If Cheongho is like this, the other tigers must be even worse.

Of course, he was already prepared.

“Yes, if you’re a sober prophet, you know that much.”

Woo Ki-hwan, a sober prophet, had revealed his true identity in Cheoniksan.

I continued talking nonchalantly.

“And no matter how dangerous it is to reveal your true identity, I also know that going against the will of heaven is even scarier.”

It was as if he was saying indirectly that if he kicked me out of here, he would be going against the will of heaven.

This was a remark aimed at the blessing that would be delivered through Cheong-ho.

At this point, Eun-ho would be deeply intertwined with Cheon-gi, so he wouldn’t ignore what I said.

‘Everything I say must be assumed to reach Eun-ho’s ears. I should also consider the fact that, due to the time difference, not all of it will be recorded in the simulator.’

Cheong-ho’s eyes became even colder.

It was hard to look kind when he said something half-threatening.@@novelbin@@

Even knowing that, I decided to go out even more shamelessly.

“The sky will open soon and the gods will descend. The descendants of the Dragon Clan and their companions must be there at that moment.”

“The gods?”

Cheongho’s blue eyes opened wide and shone brightly.

It must have been more shocking to hear that the gods would descend than to ask to be here.

I don’t have any powers like prophecy, but I know a little about the Gaecheon myth, so I know the big events that will happen in the future.

If the White Tiger Army divides the darkness, and the Tiger Clan succeeds in subduing the foreign enemies and subdues the Bear Clan, the gods will descend from the open sky and grant the tigers’ wishes.

‘Before the gods grant their wishes, there will be countless casualties due to the great war. However, if I tell them that, the memories of the land will be distorted.’

The raiders left it to me and didn’t say anything, but they probably didn’t feel like it.

Even if you know this isn't reality, it doesn't feel good to pretend not to know when someone is about to die or get seriously injured.

I had to experience that feeling every time I replayed Plumago.

"I can't decide whether or not you have a system."

"I know. Please tell the person with the power to decide everything we talked about. I'm sure he'll allow it."

"The person I'm going to talk to is definitely not easy, but you're talking too much. Wait here."

When Cheongho was about to turn his back, I made a strange sound like a prophet would.

"You stopped the new person from coming in person, right? Don't leave the new person's side for too long."

If it were true, Cheongho would be seriously injured in place of the new person, and most of his disciples would lose their lives.

But I couldn't stop this.

I had to let it go as it was, because I didn't know what would happen to the new person if I twisted this history, or what the results of the relic-type otherworld simulator would be.

Instead of answering, Cheongho leaped into the air and disappeared into thin air, and Cheongho’s disciples, except for the one who was in charge of surveillance, left their seats one by one.

In the meantime, we turned on our devices and chatted in writing.

Although not as good as Cheongho, tigers have sharp ears, so we couldn’t feel safe just by lowering our voices.

[Park Seunghyun] This is before Hangul was invented, so wouldn’t it be okay to not cover the hologram?

[Dokgo Miro] But it would be better to cover it?

[Kwak Kyunggu] If the translation function is activated in the other-world simulator, the AI ​​can recognize Hangul.

[Yeom Junyeol] If there is a clan with the ability to decipher and interpret, they can understand Hangul. Among the dragon clans, there was one who deciphered Gore with his ability.

Although we couldn’t communicate, we could use the offline device function, so we exchanged opinions at length using the notepad function.

Up until now, things have been going as I suggested, so the strategy meeting didn’t last long.

Soon, the exchange of opinions turned into simple small talk.

[Dokgo Mi-ro] Vice-Chief, you acted well.

[Park Seung-hyun] He really seemed like a suspicious prophet!

[Yeom Jun-yeol] I think so too. Thanks to Eui-shin playing the role of the prophet well, I was able to talk comfortably with the clansmen.

[Kwak Kyung-gu] ?

Didn't Yeom Jun-yeol talk well even before I said I was a prophet?

Kwak Kyung-gu seemed to find that strange too, but he didn't want to bother writing it down in a message, so he just wrote a question mark instead.

[Dokgo Mi-ro] If I had known this would happen, I should have studied the Gaecheon myth. I also like the clan called Cheong-ho. I think Han-i will have that kind of atmosphere when he becomes an adult. Don't you think so?

The moment I read Dokgo Mi-ro's message, my fingers stopped.

The atmosphere between the two was quite different, but from the perspective of a close friend, they must have felt similar.

[Jo Eui-shin] Really? I’ll have to compare later.

[Park Seung-hyun] That ‘later’ seems to be years, haha

The conversation went smoothly, but Dokgo Mi-ro would sometimes look in the direction where Cheong-ho disappeared and get lost in thought.

Hwang Ji-ho couldn’t think of Cheong-ho when he saw Han-i, but Dokgo Mi-ro was different.

Hwang Ji-ho saw them thousands of years apart, while Dokgo Mi-ro saw them only a few hours apart, so he seemed to remember them right away.

Maybe Hwang Ji-ho would have felt something if he had met Han-i not too long after seeing Cheong-ho for the last time.

‘Even if Cheong-ho is on my mind, I have to think about conquering the other world of the relics first. I’ve almost secured the base, but I don’t have any clues for the conquest.’

Instead of killing or chasing the prophet, Eun-ho would choose to keep a proper distance and watch.

Even if other powerful clans oppose us and it becomes impossible for us to stay here, we won’t attack first.

Even if they chase us away, there’s no way a clan that’s already struggling to deal with foreign enemies would attack the descendants and become enemies with the Dragon Clan.

After a while, Cheongho appeared with four disciples.

“I’ll give you a place to stay. By the way, it’s a place on the outskirts of the sacred territory, so if foreign enemies attack, it’ll be the first place to be destroyed. Keep in mind that the clan won’t help you even if an attack occurs. You’re not the clan’s guests, you’re just residents here, so act with discretion.”

Cheongho continued coldly.

He meant that he would allow us to stay in the sacred territory, but that it would be the most dangerous place and that he wouldn’t even treat us as guests.

It was also a warning that he wouldn’t interfere, whether we die or not, and that if we crossed the line, we’d be governed by the clan’s rules.

Cheongho, who was talking while looking at Yeom Junyeol, who was standing at the front, looked at me one last time.

“Eunho said that if you are a true prophet, you should be able to protect yourself. Do your best.”

I didn’t see it with my own eyes, but Eunho’s cold words came to mind.

It was night.

In the meantime, we hadn’t fought a single battle, but it took a lot of time and energy to clean up the mess and set up a defense line in case of an emergency.

Even though it was past mealtime, we weren’t even guests, so we had no choice but to eat a late dinner with our own player combat rations.

Since we had been provided with good lodging and meals every time we were called by the tigers in this world, this kind of cold treatment felt very new to me.

Even when Hwang Jiho first called me as the chairman, he fed me well in a nice place, and I think he was still taking care of me as a student.

“Someone from the clan might visit at night. You should be prepared.”

“The clans aren’t going to raid here, are they?”

“No, since it’s nighttime, one of the clans who finished their reconnaissance or combat missions might hear about us and come. They say the clans are wild and ambitious at this time.”

The raiders nodded at my words.

The nobles in the Gaecheon myth were the very essence of a fighting race.

There were even records of other Jin tribes taking to the streets after seeing the nobles destroying, tearing, and beating up foreign enemies and the Ung tribe.

I looked at the candidates.

‘Will Hwang Ji-ho come first or Baekho-gun? Or… … .’

Hwang Ji-ho seemed like he would come in because he thought it would be fun, and Baekho-gun seemed like he would come in because he thought they would fight.

I also thought that they could both come together, but my prediction was completely wrong.

“Are you there? I came to meet the descendants of the Dragon Tribe.”

Red Tiger appeared with a polite greeting!

I thought Red Tiger would not come even if all the other nobles came in because he was spending time with Ungnyeo, but he came here.

Yeom Jun-yeol recognized Red Tiger’s voice and tried to express his joy, but pulled his hood up to hide his expression.

“Hello, I am a descendant of the Dragon Clan.”

“Is that so? I am Jeokho.”

“Yes, please call me Hongryong!”

Jeokho was wearing a mask, but even before he was introduced, I could immediately recognize him by his voice and physique.

The Jeokho I knew had a calm and composed look because he had neatly organized his abilities, but the Jeokho in front of me now had the aura of a warrior overflowing with strength.

“But why is Jeokho here? I don’t think he would be interested in the prophet.”

As expected, Jeokho didn’t pay any attention to the prophet.

Jeokho stared at Yeom Junyeol for a long time before getting to the point.

“How long did it take for Chokryong to see his descendants? Don’t you know any secrets? If there is anything, don’t hide it and tell me everything.”

Jeokho seemed to want to meet Kim Shinrok quickly.