Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

There were people everywhere who were not satisfied with their position, even if they belonged to a privileged class that everyone was jealous of.

To put it bluntly, there were many of those belonging to Class B and C.

They're big and small, inferior and angry.

The easiest way to resolve this was to harass the weak.

It was the main event of the party, the 'Fantasy Auction'.

'I targeted myself when I played the game, so I remember the secret passage roughly.'

I stumbled upon my memory, and I could quickly find the secret passage.

Shortly after arriving at the target place, the back stage of the ballroom.

That's how the back stage arrived.

Each item card was packed in a golden box, waiting to be on the stage.

'Item level is not bad.'

I don't see more than SR items, but there were R + + classes.

Items belonging to a sufficiently rare axis.

Seeing that there are some boxes that are a little big, it seems that the item that cannot be carded is also placed in the fantasy auction.

Items valued at tens of millions and hundreds of millions of won.

The most notable of these, however, was the huge gold-plated bird cage.

'Odour · · · ·.'

Vegas Gold, the dress code for the party.

The boy in the golden woven wings was trapped inside the cage.

The boy was a playable character, an emissary.

[Name] Monthly Tax

[Title] The Successor of the Messenger of the Last Dynasty

[Blessing] None

[Guangwoom] (Sealing)

[Status] Skill Seal and all levels changed to Lv.1 while applying Seal for Sale

[Comprehensive] Lv.1

[Skill]

Messenger Lv.1

Flight Lv.1

Windmill Lv.1

[Explanation]

The heir to the king's messenger.

He said to the last king of the dynasty, "No matter how long I've been there, all the people are the same."

The king overthrew 66,000 slaves, and liberated the king's messengers, whose names were neither saints nor identities.

At that time, the month in which the messenger was born was April, and the name of the castle was "April."

The April clan that was tasked with preaching 'The King's Words Should Not Be Remained in History' in the shadows without the name of the saint or identity.

The Moon Clan reproduced the skills of an old messenger who was considered a legend only after the earthquake.

Old technology, 'Messenger', 'Flight' and 'Wind' that the messenger's ancestors had.

The April clan with these three skills at the same time was the only clan in the world.

It is now trapped in a huge cage.

Snowflakes on the eyes and shackles on the hands.

He stutters as if he felt a shock while he was killing his breath.

"Who are you?"

Earnings tax is a valuable product.

I would not have used violence or hunger to prevent it from falling.

Nevertheless, his lips were still dry and his cheeks were thick.

I was severely debilitated enough to look like an elementary school student.

"How long have you been here?"

"A week · · ·? A month?"

The sense of time seemed to have disappeared.

"The abduction of overtime in the game was just after the real test of the silver ads. '

Although he informed the police, the silver advertisement was not particularly noteworthy because of the death of one teacher and four junior high school students at the time of the physical exam.

This time, it was buried again because of a major outbreak of hand bait.

'Even the Moon Clan cannot actively look for the Moon tax. I would have had no choice.'

The King's Messenger clan has lived in a closed state for many years.

After 100 years of reflection, they decided to come out of the shadows.

The first step was a silver commercials course.

'The Moon Clan did not want to be released into the world until they became adults.'

Elementary and middle school curricula were tested and the high school wanted to go to silver commercials.

Despite the strong will of the Moon tax, the Moon clan allowed the Moon tax to take the silver advertisement entrance exam.

'But in the wind found in the descendants of the king's exorcism.'

The teacher in charge of document review was the offspring of the outsider.

The teacher immediately found out the history of the period when he saw the castle called the Moon.

He set a trap and abducted an overtime note and sold it to a fantasy auction.

'Story saves a fortune in two years.'

It was when a group of protagonists infiltrated the fantasy auction to resolve the stolen cultural property retrieval request.

The first property was a monument to the fantasy auction in two years.

'A messenger is a bird.' The owner of the laughing moonlight takes off the tent that was covering the cage.

And the protagonists will see it.

It has the wings of the 'Aeroplane Beast Grifagna' attached by force to the sloppy back of the moonlight.

'I don't want to see such a future.'

"I'm here to save you. Let's escape."

"Hey, I got Uncle Semin."

If you're an overtime tax collector, you're an overtime tax collector.

He's the one who was found energized by the agronomic commander after he went missing in search of the euphoria.

You were caught at this point.

"Today, at the opening show of the fantasy auction, as an example, I will make an offering."

In the end, the overturn was feeble.

When a man comes, he buries his lips on his shoulders to suppress the sound and soak his eyes.

"Untie the shackles. Pretend you're tied up. I'll get your uncle."

The presence of quadricephine has given rise to a variable, but it won't be a big problem.

"Yes, yes, thank you. I like Uncle Semin because he's okay. Please."

"Yes. If you cry, you lose your health. Hang in there."

I was anxious to leave my period notes alone, even though I was going to faint right away.

* * *

I thought my head would split with a headache because I just put all the Statesspears up.

I tried to figure out all the party participants for a few seconds, but I gave up.

'I've found the character I want.'

I greeted the people at the party one by one.

I didn't have to say hello actively.

Everyone talks to me just by approaching me with a cheeky face.

Team Master of Red Lion, the only son of the Heat of Salvation.

I am also a star player.

It will be a coveted connection for Class B and Class C life.

"Hello, this is my first time. Did you all get coins? I've never seen this item before."

"Yes, it's a special SR + + + item from the Jin family!"

They held a silver coin to sweat in their hands and proudly showed it to me when they mentioned it during the conversation.

SR + + + is an item of rarity that most people will never be able to grasp in their lifetime.

'The consumables are about to disappear, so I would like to taste the touch.'

There were some who didn't come to watch out for me, but the coins were the same.

I could barely see him holding a coin in my hand without saying hello.

Only after one lap of party chairman money did I have time.

I was tired and said I wanted to rest for a while, then I moved away from the crowd and approached the window.

'It's a dog-like place.'

The golden velvet curtain reflects the light of Chandelier.

I heard an urge to pour the alcohol-free champagne in my hand into the curtain.

Someone walked in while I was making an impression.

"Hello, Senior Seon Joon Pyo. This is Irena, who went into silver this year."

"Yeah, bye."

The bare Irena greets the Ribbon of Vegas Gold with a polite bow.

Cocktail dresses with half ribbon tied hair and sequin embroidery go well.

'Irena was a playable character. He came out next year as a villain, then eventually turned to the title hero and went this way.'

I tried to open the Stats window with a menu skill, but my head stopped fluttering.

Today, I still had to use tons of skills.

I was not confident enough to consume any more MP.

'Irena's risk is still low, so let's see.'

If we lose our energy here and fail to save the Moon Count and the Moon Semin and get caught to me, it is really over.

"I've seen you on TV."

"I see."

"You don't have to come to a place like this."

"A place like this?"

Irena mutters as she floats.

Irena twinkles her mouth, blinking at the exceptionally rounded eyes.

That is the effect of a silent oath that makes it impossible to convey any form of information on a particular subject.

'Have you already sworn your silence? I haven't started the auction yet.'

Irena gave up trying to talk and held her hand in her chest.

With the cleft of his finger, he saw the 'Order of Silence Coin Clone'.

'I've already sworn silence, but there's still a coin left. If so, · · ·.'

The order of silence is coins are consumables.

The moment you take an oath, you bind the user and the coin itself disappears.

If so, it would be the 'oath of the last year' to redeem Irena.

'Irena's parents brought a child who was only 16 years old to this place.'

Irena is my goddess and comrade in this world.

If he had come last year, he would have been taken at the age of 16.

No, I may have brought it from a younger age.

"I mean, I think getting a good face here will help you in the future."

Irena was restless.

I didn't even know about Irena's circumstances, but I noticed that she was trying to advise me with all her might.

"· · · It's too late and why don't you go home? I don't think your parents are coming. Wouldn't you worry?"

"Yes, my parents will be worried."

"Yes, I heard that the team master of the 'Red Lion' really cares about his only son."

I know that.

When the fever died at the age of 19.

The Red Lion and its allied teams, all the warriors of the Jinn clan who had cared about the Red Flame King's Flame, attacked the National Assembly Hall and became a sea of fire.

'It compares too much.'

There are people like the Father, the Heat of God, who give everything he has built up for the soul of his dead son.

But there were also sons of bitches in this world who tried to put their little daughters in hell for self-indulgence, just like Irena's parents.

"Don't worry about me."

"Yes?"

Irena wants you to worry about yourself more than a fever.

"Please apply to the Silver Advertising dormitory before opening."

Irena should go to the dormitory to keep a little distance from her parents.

"When the moderator comes onstage, throw away the coin. Then I'll go."

I gave Irena the best advice I could now, just as Irena did to me.

I left Irena in a startled eye and turned around and mingled again at the party.

* * *

"Ladies and gentlemen. Attention! I, the organizer and moderator of this dream party, am announcing the 2 o'clock parade! The first visions of the New Year that everyone was waiting for! First Dream! The Auction of Fantasy begins!"

An exaggerated tone echoes the hall.

Soon, all the ballroom lights went out and dry ice flowed onstage.

"Whoa!"

"Ohhh!"

Then people shouted in response to the spotlight that began to turn on one or two on stage.

A golden spotlight illuminates each item card in an acrylic case with a gold tee.

'Monthly tax · · ·.'

The last thing I saw was the sound of life trapped in a bird cage in the middle of the stage.

The snow of the Moonlight that opened the snow was red as if it was a bloody tear.

"Huhu, I heard. It's a relic of the last dynasty. It's so rare."

"Oh, my God, be ugly. I want to take you home and teach you to be strict."

"I'd like to ask the factions I know to release him to Garden and see how many days he survives."

At the end of the struggle, the face of the party turned white.

I kept my lips shut and distracted.

Probably looking for me.

I don't think I can recognize him by wearing a snowflake earlier.

"Before we start the fantasy auction, I want to show you something."

Pair.

The parade clapped lightly once.

"Introducing the Fearless Butterflies and the Dirty Rats who Pinched the Moth!"

I didn't seem to be the only one caught.

If you think about it, how did Moon Se-min come to know that he had little connection with the outside world?

'Someone at this party, precisely someone related to the organizer, told Samosemin.'

The SPs dragged messed up men and women and threw them in the middle of the stage.

The man, who was supposedly a soothsayer, fainted bloody.

A woman dressed in a design suit like SP was also injured here and there, but she was still awake.

She stares at the parade with her lively eyes.

"Well, what do you think? Even now, you can't swear to silence the coin, and come back."

"Fuck."

The woman decisively stopped talking about the parade.

The black earrings worn on his ears, as if he had been caught while being dragged, were smashed and there were fiddle marks all over his face.

She struggled without dying a bit.

"I'd rather have lived as a white man if I knew it was such a dog's job. You beasts that have never been less than energetic!"

"How dare you!"

"Ha."

"That's disgusting!"

"This is why rats who are not educated at home."

Puck!

The revolt kicked the woman SP's stomach directly.

The SP woman did not breathe well in her pain, but she did not scream.

I began to shed tears as I couldn't stand the rain and melted my eyes.

"I will leave it to you to decide the words of the traitor. The first property of today's fantasy auction is this rat."

The parade lifted a silver coin.

"Now, will you hold the coin of silence? Swear that you will remain silent and watch over everything that is going to happen! Only the sworn can enter the fantasy auction here!"

Those at the party hall opened their eyes and grabbed the silver coin.

I cut off the speech of the revolt without raising my hand.

"I want to ask you something."

"Yes? Cow · · · No, Red Dragon Salmon Fever. Tell me as much as you want!"

The flow seemed to be disconnected at a crucial moment, but the parade didn't dare say anything to the fever.

I said in my tone that the atmosphere of the fever was as plausible as possible.

"Do you know that the thermal conductivity of silver is higher than copper?"

"Yes?"

A moment when everyone's soul was shaken by frozen words.

Hundreds of coins planted with latent fire burned at a time.