The Spoon Villain Is Obsessed with the Hero Again Today

Tomb Raider (2)

Originally, the appearance of a tomb raider would have been further in the future. At least next year before they even showed their face.

But.

Before the next year even arrived, tomb raiders had appeared at the school.

The reason could only be one. He’d come to pilfer something within this school.

Specifically, to steal the Vasago’s mana stone that had recently arrived.

“So, what made you apply for the training program? Seeing your mana measurement, I wouldn’t have thought you’d be here.”

“Wow, look at his skin. Is that really no makeup? It’s brighter than mine!”

“Oh my goodness. And his hands are so pretty…”

Baek Seon-woo, one of the tomb raiders, was currently basking in the attention of the female students.

For the record, Baek Seon-woo was also the leader of the tomb raiders. Every operation stemmed from Baek Seon-woo’s mind, every action began with a word from his mouth.

He was the one to be most wary of.

“…”

Still, how did he manage to infiltrate the school? As a trainee, no less.

Since the lectures were all finished, I decided to go and ask him directly.

“You. Which guild do you belong to?”

I pushed my way through the gaggle of girls and posed the question.

In the midst of a warm, fragrant atmosphere, some male student had to come and dump a bucket of cold water. Naturally, the air instantly chilled.

Huh.

This setup… feels oddly familiar.

You know the type. Those guys back in school who could ruin the mood just by opening their mouths.

Not that I’m saying that’s me.

Uh. Not that I *am* that guy.

Anyway.

I held my head high and stared at Baek Seon-woo. The female students who had surrounded him began to quietly disperse.

Glad they knew enough to leave. If it were me back in school, I would’ve gotten my ass beat for butting in without knowing my place.

Guess that’s why people say you need to succeed in life.

“Oh… you must be Shin Yoon-sung, right?”

Baek Seon-woo called my name with a smile that reached his eyes.

The guy looks like a girl. Should I just slap him upside the head?

“Ah, right. You were asking about my affiliation? I’m currently active with Essentia.”

Guild Essentia. Never heard of it. Did such a guild even exist?

“It’s a small guild that hasn’t been around for long. You probably haven’t heard of it.”

“Who’s the representative?”

“It’s… embarrassing, but I’m currently the representative.”

*That little b*stard.* Clearly, he cobbled together this guild as a sham.

Probably fabricated it just to participate in this training program. No real activities, but a guild existing on paper.

Think of it as something akin to a paper company.

“Since it’s a venture just starting out, there are still a lot of shortcomings. Getting work isn’t exactly a walk in the park, either.”

To think he’d go so far as to create a fake guild just to steal a magic stone.

Before that, though, creating a guild requires multiple steps, and approval from relevant organizations. You can’t just make one appear out of thin air because you feel like it.

This Baek Seon-woo here is, at the end of the day, a grave robber. A mercenary, that is. There’s no way he handled all of this alone.

There must be someone pulling the strings, someone who gave Baek Seon-woo the guild. More accurately, an employer who cast these grave robbers.

“Shin Yoon-sung, you interned at Geumseonggak, didn’t you?”

Who could it be? The mastermind giving orders to these grave robbers. Who covets the magic stone of Basago?

“How are the big corporations? If it’s alright, I’d like to hear about your experiences there. To use as reference material, you see.”

That magic stone is a very dangerous object. Imbued with the power of Basago.

If it were to fall into the wrong hands, especially someone capable of processing it, some seriously troublesome things could occur.

“Shin Yoon-sung?”

Therefore.

I must secure the magic stone so that such a situation doesn’t arise.

In other words, I have to stop these grave robber b*stards.

“Shin Yoon-sung? Are you even listening to me?”

Baek Seon-woo, muttering on about who-knows-what, poked me in the side.

The audacity of this little prick, touching my body without permission. I almost cursed out loud, but managed to maintain my composure.

Soon, I opened my mouth.

“No. I was just lost in thought for a moment.”

“Huh?”

Baek Seon-woo’s eyes widened at my response. Coming over and starting a conversation, only for the other person to be spacing out? He must think I’m some kind of uncouth b*stard.

“Heh heh.”

But Baek Seon-woo simply smiles, wearing a genuinely kind expression.

This *son of a b*tch* even laughs like a girl. Should I just sock him one?

“What were you thinking about so intently?”

“I was thinking about the stray cat that stole my underwear the other day.”

“Hmm…? A cat stole underwear, you say…?”

Fish, perhaps, but underwear? Baek Seon-woo tilted his head, finding it hard to comprehend.

“Believe it or not, it actually happened. Even more amazing is that the lewd feline is still at school… ＜em＞cough!＜/em＞”

＜em＞Whack!＜/em＞

Just then, someone smacked the back of my head. My body staggered, and countless stars bloomed before my eyes.

“Are you going to keep spouting nonsense!?”

I turned to see the culprit, none other than Arna.

I thought she’d left already, since the lecture was over.

Since when was she keeping an eye on me?

*

Anyway.

Thieves have infiltrated the Hanyul Military Academy.

Baek Seon-woo won’t be alone. Surely, he has other team members following him.

How many of them are there? How many have washed their identities and are wearing the mask of trainees?

I went straight to the administrative office. To check the profiles of the newly arrived trainees.

“No. Turn around.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

But alas, I was immediately rejected. It seems that due to privacy concerns, only authorized personnel can access it.

I should’ve cultivated some connections with the administrative staff.

“Hoo.”

As things stand, I have no choice but to switch to Plan B.

I picked up my smartphone.

—Huh? Hello?

“Kim Han-bit. It’s me. I need a favor.”

For times like these, there’s no one like Kim Han-bit. She’s in the Information Division of the Technical Corps.

“Right now, I want you to hack into the school database and pull up the list of trainees. You have exactly seven minutes.”

—Out of nowhere, hacking, are you kidding me! Who’s about to get disciplined again?! Hangs up!

＜em＞Beep!＜/em＞

“…”

Rejected again.

Even so, I thought Kim Han-bit, of all people, would heed my request.

Some tear-jerking friendship this is. I thought we were the kind who’d toss their lives aside for one another.

Was that just my delusion all along?

“Hmm.”

More importantly, what am I to do now? The means of confirming how many grave robbers are lurking in this school is now gone.

There’s a limit to what I can find on my own. How many students are even in this school? It’s akin to searching for a Mr. Kim in Seoul.

“So, only tailing is left, huh…”

A last resort, following behind Baek Seon-woo. It’s definitely the most reliable method. The figures who often cross paths with Baek Seon-woo likely have a higher chance of being fellow grave robbers.

“But it’s a bit… awkward for me to step forward myself.”

And it’s true. I can’t investigate Baek Seon-woo on my own. If the tail is too long, it’s bound to get stepped on eventually. And Baek Seon-woo isn’t some fool who’d passively let me tail him.

“I need someone to run errands on my behalf…”

If there’s anyone who comes to mind, it would be Kang Tae-hoon and Rashid. But entrusting it to either of them is also a little… questionable.

First of all, Kang Tae-hoon isn’t the type to go around tailing people. Before that, he wouldn’t even listen to my request.

Next, there’s Rashid. He’s just too big. The very conditions for tailing don’t even hold up.

“Choosing a person is also quite a task.”

Isn’t there a decent guy somewhere?

Someone who could immediately spring into action without questions.

If I were to find such a character within this school…

– Hey! Shin Yoon-seong!

“….”

Speak of the devil.

He appeared at the most remarkable timing.

It’s Son Je-cheon.

“Got time now? Let’s go at it! Today will be different from last time!”

As always, Son Je-cheon requested a sparring match.

A crazy monkey who’d rush into a fight without hesitation. From now on, I’ll try to make use of this guy.

“I’m fine. Aren’t you thinking of fighting a stronger guy?”

“A stronger guy?”

Son Je-cheon blinked a few times. Not long after, his face broke into a wide smile.

“Great! Who is it!”

Baek Seon-woo.

You too, taste this.

See how poisonous this mad monkey truly is.

*

“Is everyone here?”

This was Baek Seon-woo’s room. A dormitory room for trainees, currently the setting of a lively meeting.

“Oh Joo-ah is missing.”

Baek Seon-woo, eyes sharpened, surveyed them all. A completely different presence from when he was in the lecture hall.

His face was terribly cold.

“She’s not answering her calls either!”

One of Baek Seon-woo’s confidants boomed. A man as large as his voice suggested.

His name was Jang Jun-wei. From Taiwan.

“Nevermind. She’s probably off doing something eccentric again.”

In any case, today they would only hold the meeting and conclude. She only needed to arrive on time during the operation. Baek Seon-woo decided to continue speaking, unconcerned.

“Then…”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The moment they were about to begin the meeting, an intruder appeared. Someone was knocking on the door.

“It seems Oh Joo-ah has arrived!”

“No.”

Baek Seon-woo reached out a hand, stopping Jang Jun-wei.

That Oh Joo-ah wouldn’t knock on a door like that. After all, she was a quirky one devoid of even basic common sense.

“Shhh.”

First, Baek Seon-woo silenced everyone. Then, he opened the front door himself.

“Ah, did you perhaps come from downstairs? I apologize. Were we being too loud?”

He offered a smile, preemptively asking for forgiveness. He couldn’t waste energy on unnecessary matters.

Here, it was best to keep a low profile and smooth things over.

“Huh? Downstairs? I don’t know anything about that! You, fight me! All you guys behind there too, all of…”

*Slam*—!

Baek Seon-woo swiftly closed the door before the other could even finish speaking.

“…”

Seemed like a drunkard, alright. And a drunkard was hardly someone you could reason with. Best to just pretend you didn’t see him.

*Click!*

Just in case, locking the door was a must. No telling what kind of mischief he might get up to.

“Ahem.”

Baek Seon-woo cleared his throat, attempting to regain the atmosphere. They would resume the meeting that had been interrupted.

“So…”

*Crash!*

Goodness. It was proving awfully difficult to even start a meeting.

What now? Abruptly, the window shattered. Following this, a monkey, of all things, tumbled into the room through the broken glass.

It was the drunkard from the front door earlier.

“Listen here! Disrespecting this esteemed Sun Wukong isn’t going to fly!”

On closer inspection, there wasn’t any smell of alcohol.

Which meant, not a drunkard after all…

“…”

Was he, perhaps, mentally unwell?