I Possessed a Broken Academy Instructor

Chapter 4

Jin Crow was heading to the military police with bottles of alcohol in a box.

‘It’s a shame.’

Though the inefficient ones could be used as a temporary measure, he couldn’t do something stupid like falling out with Ideale over mere alcohol.

Because of that, Jin Crow was able to move on without much hesitation.

‘Seeing it in person, it’s hard to keep a straight face.’

No, actually, it seemed more accurate to say that there were too many other things to worry about.

Sigma Satellite City.

A culmination of the United Human Federation’s technology, built solely for the academy. An entire satellite, once close to a wasteland, was completely remodeled just to establish the ‘Central Special Operations Academy.’

‘It seems like an excessive investment for just 5,000 cadets, and even with the administrative staff, it doesn’t exceed 10,000 people. But considering its importance, it’s not strange at all.’

The Central Special Operations Academy is an institution that produces special operations officers.

Special operations officers are superhumans who use psionic energy as gear, and each individual is managed as a strategic asset of the nation.

In other words, the investment is never excessive, if anything, it’s insufficient.

Of course, there are many other academies besides the Central Special Operations Academy, but more than that…

‘It’s annoying.’

His thoughts didn’t last long.

It was because, as soon as he stepped outside, the surrounding gazes were more unwelcoming than he had expected.

Cadets walking ahead of him changed their paths upon seeing him, and an instructor who was about to light a cigarette threw it away and went into a building when their eyes met.

“……”

“……ahem.”

Whether they were instructors or cadets, they didn’t openly chew him out, but anyone with a bit of awareness could notice.

Jin Crow. Now that he had become himself, he was thoroughly ostracized.

‘Being blamed for something I didn’t do is more annoying than I thought.’

He considered managing his expression for a moment but quickly gave up.

Whether it was because the effects of the stimulants were still lingering, or because the nearly thirty bottles of alcohol were heavy, maintaining a blank expression was quite a task.

How long had he walked like that?

When he saw the military police building on his watch, he started to walk a bit faster.

Of course, even at that time, he was racking his brain to survive.

‘Theoretical lectures might be convenient for now, but thinking about the future, they are of no benefit.’

His life was on the line.

He couldn’t just rely on the protagonist, Baek Hwi-young.

Moreover, Baek Hwi-young was closer to a growth-type protagonist rather than a typical overpowered protagonist.

It couldn’t be denied that he was strong, but the galaxy was too vast.

The problem was that he couldn’t move too conspicuously either…

‘So, that’s the only way, after all.’

It was then.

“……What.”

Just as he was passing by the cadets’ dormitory, a stranger’s murmur brushed his ear.

It was a small sound that he wouldn’t have heard normally, but perhaps because he had taken a stimulant, it came through clearly.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

Following that, a lively question.

Why?

Jin Crow turned his head on an inexplicable instinct, and soon after, he saw someone and couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

“Jin Crow.”

His name brushed his ear.

He looked at the man at the end of his gaze.

A man with ash-gray hair and eyes.

And a small woman with light brown hair and eyes.

Even if he had seen them in reality, their appearance alone would have made him turn back unconsciously. But what stopped Jin Crow’s steps was not their appearance, but the fact that he recognized who they were at once.

‘Baek Hwi-yeong. And Miel Anber.’

Both are characters that readers of the Galactic Chronicles would know.

Not only the protagonist Baek Hwi-yeong, but also Miel Anber, the main heroine.

However, the important thing now was not that, but the fact that Baek Hwi-yeong and he had made eye contact.

Step-.

Baek Hwi-yeong, who had been looking at him with eyes that were even more sunken than he had thought, was now right in front of him.

“Jin Crow… Instructor.”

Seeing him up close was new, but there was one thing he couldn’t help but notice.

‘…What’s wrong with his eyes?’

The faded ash-gray pupils clearly had focus, but beyond that, they were endlessly empty.

As if, how should he put it.

It felt like facing someone who was missing something.

Whether Baek Hwi-yeong knew what Jin Crow was thinking or not, he looked down at the box for a moment, then slightly twitched his eyebrows and opened his mouth.

“These are, …bottles of alcohol?”

His tone, as if he knew what these were, made Jin Crow involuntarily choke up.

Even if he himself was not fully aware of it, the original Jin Crow could not accept the ‘audacity’ of a cadet showing such an attitude in front of him.

Perhaps because of that.

Jin Crow furrowed his brow and replied.

“What does that have to do with a cadet?”

As if to prove it, even Jin Crow himself, who had uttered the words, swallowed in momentary bewilderment.

Fortunately, Baek Hwi-yeong did not notice that fleeting disturbance.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry! Hwi-Hwi-yeong. That, I mean. Hiccup!”

Miel Amber, who had been watching with anxious eyes and even breaking out in a cold sweat, hurriedly grabbed his head and bowed.

No matter how superhuman one might be, it is impossible to detect the slightest expression on a person’s face with just a feeling.

Thanks to that, Jin Crow was able to hide his momentary disturbance and return to his expressionless state, continuing his words.

“Cadet Baek Hwi-yeong… You’re quite curious. I’ll remember that.”

There was nothing more to gain from continuing the conversation.

“Tsk.”

With that, he clicked his tongue lightly and moved on.

“S-sorry! Hiccup!”

Of course, even then, Miel Amber was still on tiptoe, forcibly holding Baek Hwi-yeong’s head down.

It was only after Jin Crow had moved away in the direction of the military police that Baek Hwi-yeong finally grabbed Miel Amber’s thin wrist and pushed it away, saying,

“He’s gone. It’s okay.”

“Hiccup! Hiccup!”

Was it because of her light brown hair?

Or was it because of her unusually small stature?

She looked like a small squirrel trembling, and an unintentional smile escaped.

“S-so scary…”

Tears were even welling up in Miel Amber’s eyes.

Although she was naturally timid, it wasn’t an entirely unreasonable reaction.

‘Even if the smell of the battlefield can be erased, the aura remains the same.’

Even those who disliked Instructor Jin Crow did not dare to speak recklessly in front of him.

Some say it was because of the faction behind him, but everyone knew the truth.

‘Who exactly are you…’

Perhaps, he was the most dangerous man in this academy.

Watching Jin Crow slowly fade into the distance, Baek Hwi-yeong stood there for a long time.

“Aren’t you going to the store…?”

Of course, Miel Amber, who had stopped hiccuping by then, was standing next to Baek Hwi-yeong, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

*

Regardless of what Baek Hwi-yeong was thinking or how hungry Miel was, Jin Crow had to swallow the sigh that had risen to his chin.

Of course, it was a sigh of relief.

‘One hurdle cleared.’

Don’t look back.

Don’t accidentally make eye contact.

Jin Crow, feeling stifled for no reason, unbuttoned his shirt and quickened his pace.

Fortunately, the military police battalion was close by, so he was able to enter the building in less than five minutes.

Viiing-.

The door opened without any special security measures, probably because quite a few cadets and instructors were coming in.

“Yes~. What can I… Oh?”

The interior of the military police battalion building was much cleaner and more modest than expected.

How should I put it?

It felt like a police station decorated in a more minimalist style.

The uniforms were white with gold engravings, and the epaulettes bore the rank and the mark of a special operations officer.

Considering that the unified uniforms of the instructors and special operations officers of the Human Synthesis Nation were black, there was definitely a difference.

“It’s Jin Crow!”

“…That’s rude.”

“Oh my, it’s Instructor Jin Crow?”

“Still speaking informally, I see.”

He responded and placed the box he had brought on a nearby table.

Then Jin Crow looked at the red-haired woman with an endlessly foolish expression.

“Hehe.”

Like Jin Crow, she wore a major’s epaulettes and had been sitting with a blank expression, but now she approached with her characteristic red eyes gleaming.

A military police officer with red hair and red eyes.

An impression hard to forget.

She didn’t seem to mind his scrutinizing gaze, still speaking calmly with a face full of laughter.

“What does it matter? Let’s speak informally, we’re of the same rank anyway. Ah, it does depend on when you were commissioned, but I…”

“…Enough, I’d prefer if you just got to the point.”

“Gasp, you’re surprisingly quick to the point?”

I had prepared myself, but dealing with this type is still difficult.

In many ways.

Because of that, instead of pointing out her rude attitude, he spoke while suppressing his irritated voice.

“Unnecessary talk is not needed. The principal has ordered the return of the alcohol, but if possible, I’d prefer it to be stored rather than disposed of.”

“Alcohol? Why are you mentioning that now! Put it down quickly!”

At the mention of alcohol, she quickly passed Jin Crow and reached the box, soon rummaging through the bottles inside with a flushed expression.

“This, this is Jack Daniel’s 32 years? And this is Wild Phoenix 41 years…!”

Despite wearing the insignia of a major, her demeanor was so light-hearted that I almost let my guard down, but soon, recalling her name, the forgotten tension flowed down my spine.

‘Obia. Obia Timist.’

She is also one of the main characters of the novel.

There’s nothing good about getting more involved.

For now, it was best not to get entangled with Baek Hwi-young, Obia, or Ideale.

Yes, for the time being.

‘Until I sort out my thoughts.’

Because of that, he spoke to Obia, who was busy rummaging through the bottles.

“Well then, I’ll be off.”

“What? Leaving already?”

Without answering, he left the military police.

It was indeed the original Obia Timist.

It felt like my ears were bleeding.

“…Loyalty.”

Jin Crow, while ignoring the reluctant salutes of the military police he occasionally encountered, walked to the nearest smoking area and put a cigarette in his mouth.

Sss, inhale-.

Maybe it was thanks to the nicotine pressing deep into his lungs.

His mind cleared a little.

‘I’m going to die.’

I haven’t done much, but I feel drained.

However, even in that moment, his mind was endlessly complicated and dizzy.

Had he smoked about half of the cigarette?

Thud-.

At the sudden sound of footsteps behind him, he turned his head, and unconsciously furrowed his brows.

“Can I borrow a cigarette? Heh.”

“It’s a bad habit. Buy your own.”

“Huh?”

That was the response that came out before he could even react.

Late, Jin Crow’s lips moved as if to add something, but then he disappeared.

Meanwhile, Obia, who was left in the smoking area with a dumbfounded expression, watched him walk away and soon muttered with sparkling eyes.

“……He’s changed. He’s definitely changed.”

It was a remark filled with extremely dangerous curiosity.