I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

My head was aching. It felt like some time had passed, but there was still a strange ringing sound in my head, like when you eat ice cream too quickly and get a headache. Wasn’t that called an ice pick headache? I vaguely remembered that it was a question the PE teacher in the game had asked the protagonist.

For now, because I had killed someone in front of many people, I was briefly locked up in the underground prison. The Crown Prince and Ricardo, along with others, assured me not to worry. Iris and Camellia couldn’t even come in, and Glacies was an important witness, so she had to be investigated separately.

Apparently, there had been a huge uproar in the family and clan of the girls Hoon had been with. Was it Glase or Butterbroth? Those assholes too, and the horned girl was apparently from a well-off family as well. They insisted that I should be charged with murder, claiming that since I had killed an innocent person so horrifically, I should be sentenced to death.

However, I heard my backing was much stronger, and that I had the upper hand. After the Crown Prince, the Winterheart family, and even the Carben family had joined in, some of Werner’s followers were said to have also joined forces. Honestly, it was a miracle that a fight was even possible.

“Sigh, fuck…”

I was getting tired of playing with the little pebbles that had been rolling around on the floor of the prison. It wasn’t the first time I had killed someone, and it wasn’t the first time I had turned someone into a chunk of meat either. I was just worried that I was getting too thirsty and overly bored.

To be honest, wasn’t Hoon also prepared to die when he stepped into the arena? So, I had done nothing wrong.

The prison had no color. The iron bars, the gray walls, and the darkness visible through the bars outside. It felt like I was colorblind in a scene that brought back old memories.

I was reminded of the time when I first encountered color in such a dull gray space.

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I was an orphan. At the subway station, I would hold a plastic basket and bow my head, asking for a coin. If someone occasionally gave me 1,000 or 10,000 won, I would treat them like a lifesaver. Maybe it was because I was young at the time, but people pitied me and sometimes gave me food or clothes.

But the rules there were cruel. Drunk homeless men targeted my basket, and each time I had to fight back. I would kick their balls, poke their eyes, or hit them on the head with stones or bricks.

I had set a record for daily sales of 33,200 won and was excited about buying the most expensive lunch box from the nearby convenience store. But that day, a homeless man who lost at his own game threatened me with a soju bottle.

I reluctantly handed him the basket, and he started counting the money. I hit him on the back of his head with the soju bottle he had placed down, then stabbed his neck with the broken bottle. My dust-covered clothes quickly became soaked in blood, and as I made my way to the convenience store, I decided to grab some new clothes from a clothing donation bin.

“Kid, where did you learn that?”

In that moment, I thought I was screwed. This had happened a few times before, and each time, I was dragged to an orphanage. Of course, I always ran away because I hated those chicken coops.

“You don’t need to know, mister.”

“Are you really that hungry?”

“Can’t you tell by looking at me?”

“Well then, follow me. At least you won’t have to worry about hunger.”

Knowing that resisting was pointless, I decided to follow him. He would probably take me to the police station and then to some orphanage. But even then, I could escape.

But the car passed the police station, and then he started asking me questions.

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you have any family or relatives?”

“If I had any, would I be here like this?”

“Hahaha… perfect.”

The man laughed loudly and handed me a bottle of water.

“Aren’t you thirsty? Drink it.”

Somehow, it felt like if I didn’t drink that water, something bad would happen, so I took the bottle and drank. The water quenched my thirst, and as I drank, I passed out.

When I opened my eyes, there were probably hundreds of kids around my age. I was stunned and started looking around while sitting on a hard metal chair.

The place was just like now, all gray. The walls, the floor, even the humans around me were all gray.

The adults who had dragged us into the gray space immediately began to beat us.

Some kids were bleeding from their heads, others had broken teeth or bruises. I had a nosebleed and my lip was split. The adults told us that with the beating we had just received, we had died and been reborn.

Then, they told us that they would give us new names. Though, “new names” meant they would just slap numbered name tags on us. My number was 204.

“Now, I will call out two numbers at the same time. The ones whose numbers are called will become partners and live together! Eat together, sleep together, train together, and remember that all future missions will be shared!”

They then put silver bracelets on us, with our numbers written on them.

They started calling the numbers, and finally, it was my turn.

“Number 200 and number 204!”

I stepped forward, and a girl with black hair walked up, smiling brightly as she walked beside me. I didn’t understand what was so good about this hellish facility. In a place full of gray, her smile—standing out so brightly—was annoying.

The adults led us to a room marked [200204].

“From now on, this will be the room you’ll stay in. If you cause any trouble, you will be punished accordingly, so keep that in mind.”

I roughly nodded, but the girl raised her hand and answered brightly.

“Yeees~!”

I didn’t understand why she was acting so cheerful in this crappy facility. The adult who brought us here locked us in a room with two old beds as the only furniture and left. The girl turned her head, flashed the same smile from before, and extended her hand toward me.

“Hello, you’re number 204, right? Nice to meet you! I’m number 200! We’re best friends from today, right?”

For a moment, I didn’t know what the hell this girl was talking about, so I replied bluntly.

“What’s ‘best friend’? Speak in a way I can understand.”

“Well… it means the bestest friend! Soulmates! Jajangmyeon and fried dumplings! SpongeBob and Patrick! Red and Green! Luffy and Zoro!”

“I get the part about being friends, but what are all those other things? Red? Green? SpongeBob? Patrick?”

“You don’t know those things?”

“I don’t know that crap. And I don’t want to be friends with you.”

At the time, I was a bit of a prick, so I treated her coldly as well. But even during meal times, when we had to dip hard bread into lukewarm soup, and even during free time and after lights out when it was time to sleep, she constantly babbled at me.

“Fuck, it’s so noisy I’m gonna die.”

“Wow, you’re really gonna say that to a cute girl like me?”

“Seriously, shut up, you’re pissing me off. You’ve been chattering nonstop, it’s so annoying, damn it.”

“Wow, you curse really well!”

Number 200 started clapping her hands as she said this. Whenever I heard swearing, I either swore back or fought with my fists.

“Sigh, just stop talking, you idiot.”

“My name isn’t ‘idiot,’ you know?”

“Then what is it?”

“Number 200.”

“Idiot, that’s our number.”

What’s so great about being called by a number, like I’m some kind of object?

“It’s our new name. So, I think it’s lucky that we have this ‘Lee’ attached to the front. The ‘Chil’ part seems weird though.”

“What are you even saying…”

“So, let’s just think of our number as our name… That’s it! Well, I did have an old name, but I like the new one!”

“Yeah, you enjoy it on your own.”

“Why are you being like this, Baeksa?”

“What?”

I never had an original name, so I was confused when she suddenly called me by some weird name.

“This is our family name, and my name is Baek, and you’re Baeksa. How about it, don’t you like it?”

The idea was simple. We were number 200 and number 204, so ‘Baek’ was the family name, and we were going to use ‘Baek’ and ‘Baeksa’ as our names. (Baek means hundred, so their name are hundred hundred(200) and hundred hundred-four)

“Yeah, that’s a dumb idea.”

“Well, if you don’t like it, should I just give you a name myself? Hmm… Chunsik? Daesik? Dosik? Malsik?”

“I hate all of those. I really hate them. And why do they all have ‘sik’ at the end?”

“…Well, because it’s cute?”

“Ugh, just let me sleep, please.”

“Nope, I’m going to keep talking until I give you a name.”

I had been sleeping like crazy ever since I got to that facility, but that day was filled with a lot of things, and Baek kept stressing me out in so many ways, so I was really exhausted.

“Just call me Baeksa, damn it.”