Chapter 360: The Worst Game (6)

“Do you want me to get an employee ID or a staff pass for the Briz Imperial Academy?”

“Yes.”

The young woman frowned as she watched Cale smiling brightly.

“Ugh.”

She sighed, then continued in a calm voice.

“Right now, there are foreigners camping out on the first floor trying to find you. They keep pestering our people, asking where you are.”

Cale responded with a gentle smile.

“Thank you. For hiding me.”

The young woman let out a quiet growl, as if holding back another sigh.

– Girl—

‘!’

She froze.

It was him.

The one above all who dwell under the Sixth Evil.

Her only master.

– Help him.

My lord says to help that vagabond from the Seventh Evil.

They said the head of the Seventh Evil had vanished.

And now, a new head would soon rise.

Until then, that cunning bear cub was acting as the stand-in—holding power in the name of the Seventh Evil.

That’s why everyone was on high alert, anticipating that chaos would soon erupt within the Seventh Evil’s domain.

But what was the Seventh Evil up to?

The young woman, stationed outside her territory to gather intel for the Sixth Evil, found herself growing increasingly perplexed.

‘Their behavior is completely unpredictable…’

She couldn't make sense of the Seventh Evil’s movements.

– For now, stay by his side—

But once her lord gave a command, her role was clear.

“I’ll find a way to get you into the Imperial Academy.”

“Thank you.”

Cale replied with another soft, courteous smile.

Briz Imperial Academy.

Tomorrow, Bishop Serisa—the bishop of the Sun God—was scheduled to give a lecture in one of the annex buildings on campus.

Cale planned to infiltrate quietly.

And at the end of the lecture… he intended to shake her hand.

Because it was for his mission.

[Shake hands with the believer of the God of Chaos (Serisa)!]

“I’ll be back tonight.”

The young woman said that and left Cale’s room.

Cale looked away from the closed door and opened the room window.

“I just have to shake her hand—.”

The Briz Imperial Academy could be seen in the distance.

“I’m curious about the Academy!”

Nya!

Nyaa!

The children with an average age of ten couldn’t hide their enthusiasm.

And shortly after, the young woman returned to Cale’s room faster than he expected.

“…What is this?”

Cale stared at what was in front of him, his expression full of disbelief.

“…You’re serious?”

“It’s the best we could manage.”

The young woman replied confidently, arms crossed with pride.

“Why? I think it suits you.”

She handed it over without hesitation.

“Uniform…”

“Yes, it’s a student uniform.”

Cale’s hand froze as it brushed against the Briz Imperial Academy uniform.

“…Don’t students only attend the Imperial Academy until they’re eighteen?”

He asked cautiously.

“Yes,” the young woman replied, as if it were no big deal.

Then she added with a perfectly straight face:

“You do look a bit older than eighteen… but you’re handsome.”

“…!”

“If you’re handsome, it’s fine.”

“…!!”

“You’re not planning to live there for days, right? You just need to sit in on a single lecture.”

“…Well… I suppose.”

“So, it’s better to pretend to be a student than a teacher. Faculty access is more tightly controlled. You’ll have a much easier time moving around as a student.”

“…I see.”

“Well then, good luck!”

With that, the young woman cheerfully exited the room, leaving Cale behind—speechless.

He looked down at the uniform again.

Why did he feel like he had lost something just now?

“…Ah.”

She paused with her hand on the doorknob, then glanced back.

“We could only get two uniforms. And two student IDs. We don’t have much influence in the Academy yet. This is the best we can do.”

In reality, it was the best she could do for Cale, who wasn’t an ally, but just a stranger.

“So, I hope you get what you want.”

Clack~

The young woman left and Cale, who was left alone in the room, took the two uniforms.

“Human, the clothes are too big for us!”

“It’s true! It’s a pity! Isn’t it, Noona?”

“It’s the Academy, we just have to enroll. There’s no need to lament.”

“Human, anyway, we’ll become transparent to go with you!”

Cale ignored what Raon, On, and Hong were saying and opened the room window.

And looking outside, he said.

“Come in.”

Choi Han leapt down from the rooftop, landing smoothly inside through the open window.

“What’s going on, Cale-nim?”

He stepped forward—only to freeze.

“…”

Cale was staring at him.

Silently. Unblinkingly.

“…What is it?”

Choi Han grew visibly uneasy under the intense gaze. But then—

“Well,” Cale muttered, nodding to himself as if he had come to a grave conclusion.

He held something out toward Choi Han.

“Put this on.”

It was a uniform.

“…?”

A large question mark appeared on Choi Han’s face, but Cale’s expression was deadly serious.

“And tomorrow, stay close to me. Don’t say a word.”

Choi Han blinked, still holding the uniform awkwardly.

Cale ignored him and turned to Raon.

“Raon. Can you change Choi Han’s hair color?”

“What color?”

“Red.”

“Oooh.”

Sparkle—

With a soft hum of magic, Choi Han’s black hair turned bright red.

“…Oh.”

Choi Han, who now had red hair and an Imperial Academy uniform in his hands, stood there looking utterly lost.

Cale gave a satisfied nod.

“Perfect.”

* * *

㈜Transparent.
A transcendent company that influenced the entire planet, beyond Roan.

Kim Se-hyun, the company’s lead researcher, couldn’t contain the words that escaped his mouth.
“Damn it!”

The employee from the game management department who was next to him sighed.
“It’s not in our hands anymore.”

“…We’re lost.”

“Brother!”

The employee was surprised and, without realizing it, called Kim Se-hyun as usual.

But Kim Se-hyun ignored the employee’s call and unleashed his fury.
“Hey, don’t you feel it too?”

“…”

“The Han family is ruining the game. Did the researchers or executives on our side participate in this update? It’s all the product of those who are related to the Han family!”

“…”

“Also, what did you say a while ago?”

The employee sighed and spoke.
“…You said that many missions were occurring that couldn’t be identified.”

“Yes. What does that mean?”

Kim Se-hyun, who had stayed in the lab after working—continuing nonstop to investigate the virtual reality system—spoke in a voice trembling with restrained anger.

“That you, who work with missions… you, who are an administrator… can’t even identify the missions that are appearing. Also, the system only registers them after they’ve already been created. The New World is heading in a direction we can no longer control.”

“It was the direction we wanted, right?”

Kim Se-hyun scoffed at his colleague’s words.

His eyes drifted over the lab’s interior—a space that once buzzed with dozens of people.

Now, only five remained.

“The direction we wanted? If we’re talking about players enjoying the game in new and varied ways—and the resulting appearance of different variables and new flows—then sure, it’s not a bad thing that the system doesn’t intervene beforehand and only recognizes them afterward.”

Kim Se-hyun nodded slowly.

“Yes. That’s the New World we envisioned.”

But then, his voice hardened as he countered.

“But you know that’s not what this is.”

“…….”

“The Han family. They’re treating the system like a simple tool, and they’re doing all sorts of things without considering the consequences.”

“Hmm.”

“Because of that, the New World is becoming a world we can’t even understand. Does that make any sense?”

The companion responded weakly.
“…It’s just an assumption. That the Han family people have done something.”

“We only have a hunch. There’s no evidence. But you see it too, don’t you? That’s why you’re here with me, isn’t it?”

“…It’s hard to deny it.”

The companion gave a faint, tired smile.

Currently, ㈜Transparent was split into three factions: the Han family faction, the neutral faction, and the minority faction that opposed the Han family’s direction.

In truth, the “minority” was too small to even be called a faction.
It was more like a loose label for people who had been pushed to the fringes—people who didn’t know when they’d be fired or when they’d be forced to resign.

“The New World could become a true new world. I won’t stand by and let it be ruined by someone’s interference.”

Kim Se-hyun’s face looked like he was about to cry.
“They also— they also wouldn’t want that outcome.”

The two people who had created the virtual reality—the ones who had laid the foundation of RMPAG.

Kim Se-hyun frowned as their images surfaced in his mind.
“…They truly wanted a new world. A world that existed on its own, that evolved on its own… a dream world untouched by anyone’s intervention or self-interest—”

“Brother—”

The companion, who knew exactly why Kim Se-hyun had joined ㈜Transparent as a lead researcher, and why he had stayed until now, couldn’t bring himself to speak easily.

Knock, knock.

At that moment, in the nearly empty lab where most people had already left for the day—

Someone knocked on the lab door, which they had been ignoring.

“!”

Kim Se-hyun stopped in place, his eyes turning toward the door.

Creak!

The lab door opened, and Kim Se–hyun’s eyes widened.

“Hello.”

A person he didn’t expect at all entered the lab with a smile.

“…Vice President?”

Vice President Lee Mi–jeong (Im Mi–jung).
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📌 Translator’s Note:
Please note that the character previously referred to as Im Mi–jung is now appearing as Lee Mi–jeong.
We're currently verifying whether this is an intentional change by the author or a translation inconsistency. Until confirmed, please consider both names to refer to the same character. We appreciate your understanding and will update accordingly if any clarification comes from the source.

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Everyone acknowledged her talent.
She had risen from the bottom all the way to the vice presidency.
And now—
She had come looking for Kim Se-hyun.

Why?

Kim Se-hyun’s expression tensed.
Lee Mi-jeong.

She was practically part of the Han family faction.
If she weren’t, there was no way she could have reached the position of Vice President.

“Our lead researcher, how have you been?”

Lee Mi-jeong had never been close enough to Kim Se-hyun to greet him so casually.

If anything, it would have made more sense for them to be hostile toward each other.

“…What’s going on?”

Kim Se-hyun asked with a serious look on his face.

Lee Mi-jeong glanced at him, then at his colleague, and spoke.

“I came to see you two.”

“Yes?”

Kim Se-hyun and his companion, Park Jeong-gyu, were both visibly surprised to hear that she had come specifically for them.

And then—

Lee Mi-jeong looked at Kim Se-hyun, who was so absorbed in research that he could spot the weaknesses and gaps in the system better than anyone.
And she looked at Park Jeong-gyu, the outcast of the management team.

She asked calmly.

“Would you like to do a secret project with me?”

Vice President Lee Mi-jeong recalled something Rosalyn had once told her.

‘Create a team with the people who have the skills we need. Create allies.’
‘And do something fun with those allies.’

‘I want to create a portal—something that can cross dimensions and connect us to the game world.’

She told the two employees.

“It’s to make the New World a bigger world, beyond the boundary of ㈜Transparent.”

Kim Se–hyun’s eyes shone for a moment.

Lee Mi-jeong. Kim Se-hyun. Park Jeong-gyu.
The three of them came together for the first time that day.

And soon after, Lee Mi-jeong contacted Rosalyn.

<I’ve chosen the people who will go to the Black Castle that you mentioned.>

The next day, Kim Se-hyun submitted his resignation.
And Park Jeong-gyu, without a word, clung tightly to the management team.

* * *

“President.”

“President, what? I’m not in that position anymore.”

Han Taek-su, the honorary president of ㈜Transparent, waved off the director’s words with a dismissive gesture.

“Yes, yes. So, what brings you here today?”

“Ahn Roh Man has become the Crown Prince of the Eastern Empire.”

“I know.”

Han Taek-su nodded calmly and looked at Director Jang.

“You didn’t come here just to tell me something I already know, did you?”

Ahn Roh Man was clearly trying to hide his identity.
But Han Taek-su already knew.

He knew that Ahn Roh Man was number one in the RMPAG rankings.
He knew exactly who his father was.

“…It seems there’s an AI in the Eastern Empire.”

Han Taek-su also had vague knowledge of the existence of an AI—one that was aiding Ahn Roh Man.

㈜Transparent had eyes sharper and more meticulous than Ahn Roh Man could have anticipated.

“Of course there is. Investigate the NPCs of the Eastern Empire. Find out who’s backing Ahn Roh Man.”

His eyes narrowed coldly.

“We have to root out that hidden rat.”

“Yes.”

Although he wasn’t the president, Han Taek-su gave orders without hesitation.

Director Jang left the studio, and Han Taek-su, now alone, opened his mouth.

“They say that people connected to Chaos have appeared in the Western Empire?”

“Yes, sir.”

A figure emerged from the shadows.
It was a Transparent Blood Hunter.

“What has the God of Chaos done?”

“We’re investigating it.”

“Didn’t they say that a believer of the God of Chaos had appeared in the Demon World?”

“That’s right.”

“…Keep an eye on those from Chaos—and those from the Demon World.”

“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And about that Cale Henituse, the one who’s hunting the Hunters—how’s the investigation going?”

“I’ve sent some Hunters to Aipotu. It seems we’ll be able to locate him soon.”

“Just in case he shows up on Earth 3, reinforce the company’s security.”

“Yes, sir.”

Han Taek-su stood up.

He walked over to the window and looked outside.
He could see Earth 3 through the glass.

“It’s soon.”

He murmured softly.

“Soon, a new world will unfold.
The day of the Absolute God’s Birth is near.”

“…….”

“There must be no failures in the preparations for the birth of the Absolute God. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Han Taek-su paused for a moment, then added,

“Tell those from the Five Colors Blood Family.”

The God of Chaos. The Demon World. Those are the ones that concern me.
The Five Colors Blood Family—just thinking of those arrogant bastards makes me sick.
But there are few in existence as powerful as those damned vagabonds.

“Tell them to do their best in the New World.”

“Yes. In fact, it seems like most of the Five Colors Blood Family are already in the New World.”

“Okay.”

Han Taek-su let out a long sigh.

“…There’s not much time left.”

It was something that had been repeating for thousands—no, millions of years.

Now, at last…

It was time to bring it to an end.

* * *

As Briz was an empire renowned for its culture and art, the Briz Imperial Academy was famous across the continent for its excellence in politics, scholarship, and the arts.

Because of that, even the academy’s uniform was stunning.

The golden pattern embroidered onto the pristine white jacket wasn’t just decoration—it was a piece of art, carefully and intricately crafted.

“Who’s that?”

“…Were there students like that here before?”

“I don’t know. But hey, he’s super handsome!”

“I call dibs on the one on the left!”

Ahem.

The person on the left clearly heard the flurry of whispers.
Choi Han couldn't hide his discomfort.

“Hey, hey—no way. The one on the right’s the real catch.”

“But… what course is he in? I’ve never seen him before.”

“Didn’t they say a new student transferred in?”

“I don’t know…”

The whispering conversations were so low that only someone with the heightened senses of Choi Han, whose body was incomparably developed, could catch them.

That was because they were currently in the middle of a lecture.

“Divine Power is a force granted to us by the gods, but it is also a power that we can obtain through the demonstration of sincere faith.”

Meanwhile, the person on the right—Cale—sat leaning indifferently in his chair, yet his ears remained keenly tuned to the lecturer’s words.

– Human, is that Bishop Serisa?

Cale gave a slight nod in response to Raon, who had rendered himself invisible, and turned his gaze toward the woman on the platform.

Bishop Serisa.
A devout believer of the God of Chaos.

“With that, we’ll conclude today’s lecture.”

The class ended, and so did the brief Q&A session.

Cale slowly rose from his seat.

He wasn’t the only one.

The other students began standing up and dispersing, and Cale made his way from the back row with measured steps.

Serisa.

She was surrounded by a small group of students, eagerly asking follow-up questions.

Cale continued approaching—
Because he had one objective:

To shake her hand.

What’s going to happen?

The believer of the God of Chaos.
And Cale, who carried the power of Chaos himself.

What happens when those two come into contact?

Clearly, something would happen.
The mission had been very clear: he had to shake her hand.

– Human, be ready to run at any moment!

With everything prepared, Cale finally stood before Serisa.

“Bishop-nim.”

He called her.

Serisa’s eyes fell on Cale, the blonde–haired, blue–eyed student who was smiling kindly. 

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Proofreader's Comment:

Cale in a school uniform, Choi Han with red hair, and a handshake that might awaken chaos—this chapter is a masterpiece of disguise and danger!

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[Author – Yu Ryeo Han]

[Translator – Anowa]

[Proofreader – Mayank]