Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

“Gwak Kyung-gu recovered more quickly than Yeom Jun-yeol.

Having witnessed the deaths of Cheon Dong-ha and Ma Jin-seung and barely suppressing his own rampage before being shot dead, no matter how strong his will, it would have been hard for him to pull himself together.

By contrast, Gwak Kyung-gu had properly mastered the use of the Hundred-Second Grace, sent the main party off as planned, and succeeded in holding the enemy back for a long time.

Both had suffered painful experiences and met death, but it was inevitable that their recovery rates would differ.

Cheon Dong-ha, who had been quietly observing Gwak Kyung-gu’s condition, spoke.

“After the school trip ended, what happened?”

At Cheon Dong-ha’s question, Gwak Kyung-gu—a sleeve rolled up and fanning his hand—looked at the three who had died during the replay of the school trip.

Before we began, I had given them an overview of the replay.

They wouldn’t have understood what that meant at the time, but surely they understood now.

They looked puzzled especially about why Ma Jin-seung, who clearly didn’t fit into a strategic meeting using rare abilities, was present—but now they seemed finally convinced.

“That’s why the three of them are gathered together?”

“I’m the fourth one!”

Yong Je-gun interjected, but Gwak Kyung-gu glanced at him and ignored him.

It seemed Yong Je-gun wanted to see someone startled by the reappearance of a dragon he thought dead, or crying like Ma Jin-seung had—but Gwak Kyung-gu clearly knew how to deal with playful dragons.

After all, he had once served as student council president in that insane world, and in this world he was vice president as Yeom Jun-yeol’s partner.

“Didn’t I tell you he sees it too? You know it.”

I had also instructed Gwak Kyung-gu beforehand about ‘shared view.’

Of course, I saw everything but didn’t mention every detail.

I only relayed the information I deemed absolutely necessary.

The rest would be shared later in report form anyway.

So I saw no need to explain to those still wounded by nightmares how wretched their futures were after death.

“If you did this too... you know what happened after Teacher Yong died, right?”

Ma Jin-seung clenched his teeth and nodded.

At the mention of Yong Je-gun’s death, another tear-trigger seemed to be pressed.

“Want to hear?”

“Yeah. Uisin only tells us what we need to know out of consideration. I know my family and the alliance rose up, but we were defeated by the existence of the dragon slayer and the betrayal of the former priestesses.”

“Former priestesses? Not the Dragon King deity?”

“Right. It’s complicated to explain... wait—are we saying the Dragon King deity betrayed us?”

Yeom Jun-yeol’s expression darkened.

Gwak Kyung-gu glanced at me, then calmly recounted the dreadful events that followed their deaths.

As student council president of Eun Gwang High at the time, Gwak Kyung-gu still had duties to fulfill and could not join the dragon uprising.

Thus, although he was Yeom Jun-yeol’s friend, he could only observe those events from the sidelines.

Moreover, among the students led by Gwak Kyung-gu and Heo Chae-ah there were casualties, which increased distrust of the council, and a ludicrous individual was elected.

“Ah, that guy who tormented Andain was an illicit admission student. If only we’d known that, the student council election...”

Gwak Kyung-gu, reflecting on the next student council president in the parallel world, seemed to halt in deep anger.

I understood that fury—how could someone so vile take the position when someone perfect like Andain, destined to be council president, was in the same grade? And he was the one who tormented Andain so cruelly!

Gwak Kyung-gu asked,

“Who got rid of the illicit admission students? It wasn’t a coincidence that those brats lost their abilities and disappeared, right? In the world I saw, those guys were using their powers just fine.”

For those who experienced up to the student council election, illicit admissions were unpleasant villains scattered throughout the world, but to Gwak Kyung-gu it was a serious matter.

Given how important the student council presidency was at Eun Gwang High, his concern made sense.

Eyes turned to me when he asked who had dealt with those brats.

Gwak Kyung-gu narrowed his eyes and asked again,

“What about those so-called betraying priestesses?”

“Uisin is a benefactor of our dragon clan. In gratitude, the White Dragon Palace, Black Dragon Palace, and Red Dragon Palace were given to Uisin, and structures named after Uisin were erected at the other dragon palaces...”

“Cho Uisin is a benefactor to the nobles. Think carefully about whose favor the ‘Ui’ in the Silver Pavilion’s name comes from.”

“Nobles?”

Hwang Ji-ho, who had cut in, was met with Gwak Kyung-gu’s incredulous look.

That impudent tiger didn’t seem to mind—he sighed and said in an exaggerated tone,

“So now there’s another who holds gratitude toward Cho Uisin. This will get complicated.”

Hwang Ji-ho’s words made no sense to me.

Many cling to tales of benefactors around me, but Gwak Kyung-gu was different.

I had never seen him pester Joo Su-hyeok.

Meanwhile, Gwak Kyung-gu conversed with the replay participants.

Cheon Dong-ha and Yeom Jun-yeol gave most answers, Ma Jin-seung added interjections, and Yong Je-gun spewed nonsense.

Sometimes Gwak Kyung-gu answered gruesome questions candidly, and each time the conversation would stall.

At those silent moments, his gaze would quietly fix on me.

Gwak Kyung-gu asked again,

“...Choi Pyeon-deuk is still missing, right? Have you caught him?”

We did catch him.

That bastard must still be alive, unable to die even in the crimson frame.

Having already shared many secrets with Gwak Kyung-gu, I planned to answer, but before I could, the White Tiger—who had been smirking at the spectacle—beat me to it.

“I went and checked recently. He’s alive.”

He had gone to verify Choi Pyeon-deuk’s status?

Wherever that scoundrel was, Hwang Ji-ho had placed protective talismans so any mishap would be immediately detected.

It wasn’t strictly necessary to witness that vile sight, but some people need to see it to be assured.

The White Tiger, the most idle of the group, was suited to that dirty, needless task.

Gwak Kyung-gu, eyeing the White Tiger, seemed to recall the faculty member who’d aided the main party and suspiciously asked,

“He was a teacher, right? From Class 0? His name was Baekho, wasn’t it? Ah, so he kept his real name secret and let us call him Baekho.”

Gwak Kyung-gu nodded as if understanding something, and the White Tiger’s expression turned cold.

Had that chill stare been directed at Gwak Kyung-gu, I might have intervened, but since it was aimed at Hwang Ji-ho, I let it pass.

Hwang Ji-ho laughed mockingly as he realized how things stood.

“Hahaha! You recognized my comrade. Had Cho Uisin not appeared, he would have remained Teacher Baekho of Class 0. For the record, I gave him that name.”

“...If that’s the case, he’ll just laugh all he wants and never change it.”

Gwak Kyung-gu seemed to have deduced the relationship between Hwang Ji-ho—who hid his identity freely—and the White Tiger.

Despite two mythic nobles standing before him, Gwak Kyung-gu’s demeanor remained unchanged.

“How old are you, by the way? You’re so short with words.”

“Curious? I haven’t counted properly since I passed five thousand.”

It seemed he cared more about the junior’s casual speech than the existence of mythic nobles.

Observing the two juniors who’d revealed their divine status, Gwak Kyung-gu asked,

“Why didn’t you come to the Demon Realm? Su-hyuk must’ve called you both.”

Neither tiger could answer that.

It wasn’t that they chose not to come—it was that they couldn’t.

After finishing the conversation with Cho Uisin and leaving the Silver Pavilion, I finally had a moment to check my device.

Gwak Kyung-gu glanced at the date on the main hologram and was somewhat surprised.

Quite some time had passed since the replay began.

Yet, considering the roughly two years he had experienced, he couldn’t tell whether that was a long or short span.

‘All of Cho Uisin’s questions are about the Demon Realm. He must be preparing for it.’

Though there were two mythic nobles, Teacher Yong Je-gun, the former student council president, and the head of discipline present, Cho Uisin remained the center of attention.

He used the replay ability and asked about the future—and declared himself a benefactor of the dragon and noble clans, competing for gratitude. He must have bestowed great favor.

And Cho Uisin had shown me the same kindness.

‘When we prepared for the Korea-China-Japan Exchange, he taught me how to use Gwangnim. He knew everything from the start.’

The way to use Gwangnim.

That some malevolent presence would harm Eun Gwang High.

I was only aware of a fraction, but I was certain that Cho Uisin was the one who confirmed the difference between replay and reality.

‘I’m indebted to juniors again.’

As I walked thinking of Joo Su-hyeok and Cho Uisin’s names, I encountered Heo Chae-ah before exiting the school gate.

Bundled in a coat, scarf, and gloves against the cold, her expression was bright.

She looked nothing like the gaunt, gloomy figure from the replay—hard to believe they were the same person.

“Kyung-gu, you’re still at school? I heard you’ve been busy covering for the deputy instructor lately.”

Seeing Gwak Kyung-gu, Heo Chae-ah greeted him cheerfully.

In the replay, such a scene was unimaginable.

Though we’d seldom spoken in that world, as vice president I’d mediated between the student council and the club presidents a few times, so we weren’t total strangers.

If we’d met in that world’s school, she’d have flinched, offered a stiff nod, and hurried away.

“I had some business and dropped by. How’s your study abroad prep going?”

“Great! I’ve narrowed it down to two schools. Once the charity event ends, I’ll visit each campus and decide.”

Seeing her bright smile, Gwak Kyung-gu’s impassive lips turned up slightly.

Comparing her fallen state with her firm stance now, he couldn’t help but smile.

“If you haven’t eaten dinner, let’s go. My treat.”

“Really? Oh, by the way, I wanted to talk with the student council about adjusting the charity booth locations...”

Originally planning to go home early and rest, Gwak Kyung-gu changed his mind and decided to talk with Heo Chae-ah.

Though we’d been friends only briefly at the end back then, this time he hoped to become long-term friends.

I was still in the Silver Pavilion’s underground.

Below, the tigers who’d been watching this whole conversation waited.

The Black Tiger, who might not have understood our discussion.

The Blue Tiger, who’d stepped out for a Taehogwon club activity.

The Red Tiger, who had sought information from various groups.

And even Eun-ho, who’d made a hard effort to follow everything.

“Brother Uisin, we’ve been waiting. I know this is burdensome, but I think it’s better to talk quickly and then rest.”

At Eun-ho’s words, I nodded and took my seat.

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