Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

to visit Yuri.

 

Unlike Daesok’s room which was near to the elevator, Yuri’s room was further away. 

 

“It’s so far away.”

“Jiho already swiped his security card a few times now.
Was the floor always this wide? The top floor doesn’t even connect to the other buildings!”

“I heard the special ward was created especially for players who had special characteristics.”

 

The kids’ nervousness grew as we passed through several doors in the long corridor.

Their anxiety grew as he headed to an isolated place.

 

“Because of the recent transition between the two worlds, a lot of players had been slightly injured.
However, some of them already went home a day after they were hospitalized.
The only people left here are those who were severely poisoned, and Kim Yuri.”[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]

“…Was Yuri also injured because of the poison?”

“Yuri was not a victim of the poison, nor was she injured in any way.
You’ll understand once we see her.”

 

Hwang Jiho looked in Lena and Hyodon’s direction as he was answering Geurin’s questions.

The two who witnessed Yuri’s light skill firsthand did not speak a word and only looked ahead at the hallway with a dark facial expression.

 

“Kim Yuri’s light skill was connected to the power of numerous superior beings.
She kept suppressing it, but it finally burst out this time and the aftermath of that still remains.
She had been suffering from the energy pressure from the energy wave that she had been suppressing.
It’s not something that can be healed through a simple treatment.”

 

Hwang Jiho stopped in front of a gold-colored door.

The shining door, which did not match the hospital at all, was filled with ancient words that seemed to create a magical area.

 

‘Did Jiho personally use his boundary skill on this area?’

 

I couldn’t understand the ancient words that were written, but I recognize it from the boundary skill that Jiho uses.

I’m not sure if it’s Jiho’s, but the other kids sensed a high-level skill coming from the door as they looked at it with nervous faces.

 

“Stay behind me.”

 

After saying those words, Jiho swiped his card and opened the door.

 

Slide – 

 

Right after the door opened, pressure from the energy wave hit us.

 

Fwaaa! Fwa!

 

A golden light and a water-colored light energy wave exploded in front of us.

At the collision of the two lights, Hwang Jiho clucked his tongue.

 

“It seems that the presence of the superior beings is still bothering Kim Yuri.
Please, none of these people here would harm her.”

 

Hwang Jiho’s boundary skill surrounded the blue energy wave.

A quiet rustling sound was heard.

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I could feel the presence in the dark hospital room from the outside.

 

“…Who is it?”

 

It was Kim Yuri’s voice.

 

“President!”

 

Maeng Hyodon tried to run inside after he heard her voice, but Saeum of April stopped him.

 

“Jiho told us to stay behind him!”

“The class president is not inside the boundary that Jiho set though!”

“Stay at ease.
These people who bother Kim Yuri do not wish to harm her.:

 

Soon, the automatic lights turned on after it sensed our movements.

Just as Jiho said, Kim Yuri had no wounds.

She hugged her blanket as she looked in our direction.

 

“You guys, did you visit me here in the hospital?”

 

Kim Yuri smiled brightly when she saw us.

She looked thinner in the short time she was here, but she seemed energetic.

 * * *

That boy wandered around.

He was wandering around, visiting all the famous cities and spending all his fortune left by his teacher. 

He spent his breathes with the god of music and art.

Paris, Greece, Barcelona, Sydney, Florence, San Paulo, Vienna….

The boy visited those cities and their facilities where the famous musicians from ancient and modern times had passed through.

 

‘It’s not here too.’

 

The boy, who had discovered the greatness and joy of art even in the sound of raindrops, was in a pit of despair.

 

‘The being that I’m looking for does not exist anywhere.’

 

He concluded after following the footsteps of all existing musicians.

The boy collapsed under the eaves of the slums as he recalled what his teacher told him.

 

[I know you’re not obsessed with this life.]

 

His teacher was blessed to not know whether transcending a human lifespan was a gift or a curse.

That same teacher used to stroke the boy’s head with his wrinkled hands.

 

[But you’ll realize your life’s purpose too.
As soon as I heard that woman’s performance, I felt an infinite gratitude for having lived this long life.]

 

However, that moment of ‘gratitude’ never came to the boy’s life.

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Even the performance that gave meaning to the teacher’s life did not impress the boy much.

 

‘Is there a reason for me to live?’

 

The boy thought so.

An alarm went off on the boy’s device.

It was an alarm that let him know when a video uploaded within the past week under the ‘performance’ tag exceeded a number of views on a certain level

 

‘….I’ll just be disappointed again.’

 

While thinking like so, the boy checked it out.

Usually, the name of the school is attached to the video, but this one revealed the school’s name through a hashtag.

 

‘Eungwang High? Is there a performance club that plays well in that school?’

 

He pressed the ‘play’ button with no expectations.

When he pressed the button, a scene, which was not in the club room of Eungwang High that he had seen many times before, appeared.

In the background of the sea, a violinist can be seen performing.

The tone of a perfectly polished violin was ringing amid the roars of the tsunami.

 

‘The blue violinist…’

 

It was his teacher’s muse.

The boy let out an exhale.

The performance of blue violinist Kwon Jein was beautiful, but that was all there is to it.

He never felt the amusement that his teacher felt on Kwon Jein’s performance.

That disappointment made him stop listening to the performance and he tried to stop the video.

 

‘Oh?’

 

An unfamiliar melody joined Kwon Jein’s performance.

It was the tone of a clumsy and stiff violin.

It sounded careful and awkward and stiff against Kwon Jein’s perfect techniques.

 

‘It’s beautiful.’

 

It was an infinitely immature tone compared to Kwon Jein’s, yet tears flowed from the boy’s eyes as the clumsy tone continued.

 

‘Beautiful!’

 

The moment he heard the half-hearted performance, he realized the meaning of his life for the first time.

On the screen, a girl who looked like a high school student can be seen playing the violin awkwardly.

The sound of the violin of the girl, who harmonized with the performance of the world’s greatest violinist, dominated the boy’s head.’

 

‘I finally found her, my muse…..!’

 

She was a student from Eungwang High’s class zero.