Chapter 124
In any case, Hong Si-yeon's trip to France was not canceled.
Even so, we had stopped the terrorist attack and prevented her from being put in danger, so it wasn't a bad thing.
"Are you really not coming with me? I'll cover all the expenses and accommodations."
"You're going there for work, aren't you?"
"That's true..."
"There will probably be something that takes me there before long."
France had received my help this time as well.
If they had any sense, wouldn't they invite me themselves?
At the suggestion that we go then, Hong Si-yeon smiled and nodded.
"All right. Then you'll definitely go with me when that happens?"
"Sure."
"Even if Han Yu-na asks you to go with her?"
"Of course."
Promises exist to be kept.
Only then did she seem satisfied, and she lightly took my hand.
"And... thank you."
"For what?"
"For protecting Grandma."
If it weren't for me, Grandma might have been hurt.
"Madam Yang Chun-ja is like a grandmother to me as well. Since she's your grandmother, she's no different from my own."
"Aww! Really! You always say the sweetest things."
She let out a delighted giggle and waved.
"I'll buy you a present. Is there anything you want?"
"I don't really know what's in France... Well, I'll think about it for now. Oh, and call me while you're in France. A video call. You know what I mean, right?"
"Oh?"
Hong Si-yeon paused for a moment.
Then, with a mischievous smile, she leaned forward slightly.
She looked up at me and said playfully,
"Why~? Do you really want to see me that badly?"
"Yes."
I wanted to know how things were unfolding over there.
If I could check the situation and future there through Hong Si-yeon, what more could I ask for?
"Uh..."
She stumbled backward with a startled expression, as though she had been struck.
Then she blushed slightly and nodded.
"...I definitely will."
Then she hopped into her car and zoomed off.
I almost called her, but decided against it.
Driving like that, she'd get a speeding ticket... But it wasn't as if Hong Si-yeon couldn't afford the fine.
"Phew."
Since I'd finished everything I had to do today, I decided to play Dunsa.
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A few days after my meeting with Hong Si-yeon.
Nothing special happened.
Things were quiet on the broadcast as well.
Nothing unusual happened with the people I met, either.
It was truly a peaceful, ordinary few days.
I couldn't let such an opportunity pass me by, so I played to my heart's content and leveled another new Dunsa class to the maximum.
With that, I had maxed out almost every class...
I guess I'll have to max out the Berserker again.
This time, it's the Do Berserker.
"Teacher, what would you like for lunch today?"
"Hmm. Shall we go get pork cutlets?"
"That sounds good too."
When lunchtime came, I headed to a pork cutlet restaurant in Jongno with Mr. Cheolhon, who had come to meet me.
It wasn't a particularly famous restaurant; nearby office workers simply came there often.
The restaurant was crowded, perhaps because it was lunchtime, but we found an empty table and sat down.
"Uh..."
"That's Kang Noah..."
"Do you think I could get his autograph...?"
"It looks like he came here to eat..."
A few people recognized me, but none of them went out of their way to approach.
It seemed they didn't want to ask for an autograph from someone who had come there to eat.
"If you know me, you should come over."
"Hyung!!"
Only then did they move.
When they came to get my autograph, I could see a few people who didn't know me looking puzzled.
"Hyung! I'm a huge fan!"
A middle-aged department manager from a nearby company said this with an energetic smile.
I smiled back at him and held up a card.
"Want me to read your fortune?"
"Huh!? Really?"
"Yeah. Turn it over."
This, too, was a fateful encounter.
He happily turned over the card.
"You're worried about your daughter getting into college, right? About where she should apply."
"Yeah. If it were up to me, I'd send her to a women's university..."
"That probably isn't a very good decision."
"Huh? R-really?"
"Yeah. Your daughter wants to go to a coed university, doesn't she? Send her there. Bluntly speaking, if she's going to go astray, isn't it all the same whether she goes to a women's university or a coed one?"
"I suppose you're right..."
"And if she goes to a women's university, she'll go to a mixer with an upperclassman and get involved with some rotten guy."
It'll be very troublesome.
"Guh..."
And that would be a truly terrible future for a parent with a daughter.
"Ugh... I guess it can't be helped... I'll have to support her going to a coed university... But is a coed university really okay?"
"Yeah. At least she won't have a boyfriend until her senior year."
"I wish she wouldn't have one after that, either..."
"Let her date at least. She has to date if she's ever going to get married. Do you plan to keep her stuck to your side forever?"
"That... isn't what I mean."
"If you don't want her resenting you later, learn to understand your daughter."
"Thanks... hyung."
The middle-aged father tightly clasped my hand, then stepped away.
Next was a young office worker.
"Hyung!! I applied during your broadcast too!!"
"Yeah. Let's see... You're worried because your younger sibling can't find a job these days, right? And..."
I glanced behind him.
I saw someone from the same workplace.
So I took out a notebook and wrote something down.
[Actually, you're worried about changing jobs.]
"Gasp... Y-yeah!! Th-that's right! It's because my younger sibling can't find a job..."
"Taeyoung Technology would be a good choice."
"Thanks, hyung!! I'll talk to them properly!"
He didn't say anything more.
He simply kept nodding.
After that, several more people came to get my autograph and have their fortunes read.
"Why are there so many people gathered here?"
The kitchen auntie came out carrying two plates of pork cutlets.
At her appearance, the people waiting in line reluctantly stepped away.
"Hyung! Enjoy your meal!"
"You too."
"What do you do that makes everyone act like this?"
When the kitchen auntie asked after setting down the plates, one of my fans sitting beside me answered.
"He's Noah hyung. Kang Noah. The greatest fortune-teller."
"Oh my?! You were someone that amazing? Young man, could you read my fortune too?"
"Haha. After we finish all this."
"Goodness! I had no idea you were such an amazing person! I won't charge you for your pork cutlet!"
The auntie stepped away expectantly.
When we finished lunch and went to the register, she looked at me expectantly.
"I just turn over this card, right?"
"Yes."
She immediately turned over the card.
"There have been more foreigners around your home lately."
"Oh! Oh, yeah!! I'm scared to death these days! Every time I go home from work in the evening, foreigners I've never seen before keep wandering around the neighborhood..."
She told me about the things that had been happening recently.
The neighborhood where she lived was filled with old multi-family villas.
Foreign workers had stayed there even before.
But lately, things had been a little strange.
Large foreigners with unsettling eyes had appeared.
"Everyone's worried something might be going on in the neighborhood. People are already on edge because of housing prices, you know."
"I see... To get straight to the point, there will be a murder in that neighborhood."
"...What? Is that really true?"
"Yes. And it's going to be rather gruesome..."
"Oh no..."
I smiled at the distressed auntie.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it."
"Huh? I thought you were a fortune-teller. Won't it be dangerous?"
"Haha. Don't worry. Quite a few people work with me."
I said this while looking into her future.
Four days later.
A murder will take place in the neighborhood where she lives.
Three foreign workers will be brutally murdered.
The suspect will be a foreigner living in another district.
All four people involved in this incident will be Muslim.
There was nothing strange about Muslim foreign workers being in Korea.
But my instincts were telling me something.
This was worth digging into.
"Teacher, are you all right?"
"Yes. Of course."
As I left the pork cutlet restaurant, I took out my phone.
I called Detective Kang Injeong and told him about the future I'd seen. He answered gravely.
-I'll come see you now.
I waited at a café with a cup of coffee, and he arrived before long.
He hadn't come alone.
"Hello. I'm Jeong Yu-man."
He was Detective Kang Injeong's junior colleague and a police officer whose jurisdiction covered the area where the incident would occur.
After hearing my story again, he became serious.
"A murder... We shouldn't arrest that man first, should we?"
"I'd prefer that, but is it permissible from the police's standpoint?"
Even if my prophecy had a one-hundred-percent accuracy rate, that alone wouldn't be enough to arrest someone.
In any event, isn't Korea a country governed by the rule of law?
And more importantly, even if we caught that murderer, it might not be the end.
"Then it would be best to wait until three days from now."
"Yes. And if possible, could I see that murderer?"
"What? That would be dangerous."
"You only need to show him to me briefly over a video call."
"If that's all... All right."
"Teacher, do you think Yu-man can pull it off? He can't fight..."
"What? You punk. I fight better than you do."
"Let's read his fortune first."
So I turned over the card.
There were no major variables in the arrest operation.
They would successfully arrest him.
Only after hearing that did the two detectives breathe a sigh of relief.
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Three days later.
After finishing my broadcast, I was lying on my bed and idly lazing around when my phone rang.
It was Jeong Yu-man.
When I answered, he didn't say anything, and a man came into view.
He was an Arab with a stern, taciturn expression.
The moment I saw him, I knew.
"This bastard."
He was a member of the Moon of Allah.
If so, why would a member of the Moon of Allah have tried to kill those three?
The man in custody knew nothing.
He had merely acted when he received his orders.
Then what about the others?
I immediately asked him,
"Mr. Jeong Yu-man, can you show me the three who were nearly attacked by them?"
-Yes. Of course.
His phone moved.
I saw three men standing there fearfully, and
that's when I saw it.
They were people who had escaped after belonging to the Moon of Allah.
The reason that man had tried to kill those three was
because those three had run away with part of the Moon of Allah's operating funds.