That’s How They Became Villains

#35. Signs

“Remember my name, Last. We’ll meet again.”

After the airship terror attack that plunged Minos into chaos, Jin Hyun was pondering the whisper that First had left him.

It was so quiet that he barely heard it even with his enhanced human hearing. Probably no one else at the scene heard those words.

“First…”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a familiar nostalgia.

A nostalgia similar to when he first met Chae Yu-ha but at that time, Chae Yu-ha was behind him.

He remembers her quickly becoming friends with the Royal Roader lady she was meeting for the first time, and staying close together until the situation was resolved.

A strange sensation brushed past him.

It felt like his hazy childhood memories were coming back to life.

‘March… ah.’

‘You, at least… must live…’

Sweating profusely at the images flashing by like a panorama, Jin Hyun got up from his seat and headed to the refrigerator.

He thought drinking some cold water might help organize his thoughts.

“Senior!!”

But Yu-jin’s fuss, who burst out of the bathroom, stopped him.

“Look at this!! Quick, look at this!!!”

“…What’s going on?”

What Yu-jin held in her hand was the 6:4 ratio pad she often used.

Jin Hyun sighed with a “tsk,” wondering what she was making such a fuss about this time.

The following internet articles were lined up on it:

“…Ah, my head.”

Jin Hyun started to feel pain at the back of his head.

Agio felt wronged.

She had definitely heard it.

To revive Agio’s Lexer channel and upload videos about the terror attacks Maker would commit.

Moreover, she was told that the direction of the videos didn’t matter.

As long as it could become an issue, anything was fine, so show off her skills freely!

So Agio first informed Park Seong-tae of her survival.

He was someone who had shown countless favors while Agio uploaded videos to Arc.

In fact, she had been holding back from greeting him since her last visit to the broadcasting station.

Of course, she got permission from Chae Yu-ha. She was even told it would be better if she could make Park Seong-tae a complete sponsor of Maker during this opportunity.

“Agio! You’re alive!”

“What!!! That ass with no back, she’s alive?!!!”

Jin Tae-hyun’s voice, Park Seong-tae’s right-hand man, could also be heard over the receiver.

Agio explained the circumstances so far as briefly as possible.

From being chased by hitmen and being shot by a sniper rifle, to being picked up by Maker and revived.

As Park Seong-tae listened to the story, he nodded alone and began to piece together the puzzle.

Hearing the story, there was a connection between Agio’s activities and Maker’s terrorism.

That is, they both exposed the true faces of high-ranking officials who are difficult to touch in society.

Was that why Maker didn’t kill anyone in the last terror attack? We are different from ordinary terrorists! We will prove it in this terror attack! Was it a kind of performance containing such propaganda?

‘Please, stop this crazy killing spree! Anyone, please!’

“…”

Cancel everything I said before.

For Park Seong-tae, this was indeed an opportunity, not a crisis.

“So you want to revive the Agio channel?”

“Ah…no, just let me have a new channel…I’ll figure it out myself…hehe.”

The OK sign came immediately.

Channel creation complete! Lexer channel Agio revival!

But of all things, the first video uploaded to that channel was.

“Where on earth did you get this?!”

Chae Yu-ha asked with an unusually loud voice.

In response, Seolhwa, who was eating ice cream nearby, spoke in place of the intimidated Agio.

“Huh? Is this not allowed? Most of the videos on Agio’s channel before it was deleted were filmed in this format.”

At this point, Chae Yu-ha had never seen Agio’s channel videos before it was deleted.

Embarrassed, Chae Yu-ha cleared her throat with a “kheum” and corrected her words.

“What I mean is, how could you get such videos every time.”

“Right? I was curious about that too. Agio, how did you do it?”

“Ugh…it’s a trade secret…”

“We’ve already seen everything there is to see, what more secrets could there be.”

Seok-ho, who found the hesitant Agio frustrating, grabbed Agio’s shoulder and spoke.

But as if she really couldn’t talk, Agio’s expression froze coldly.

“…”

Seok-ho, who was seeing such a cold-eyed Agio for the first time, unconsciously flinched but then not long after, he made a stupid expression again, going “ugh…”

Only Nazha seemed to have some idea seeing this, and got up from her seat to speak.

“Move aside. This is a safety lock.”

“Safety lock?”

“Simply put, it really is a trade secret. The algorithm is programmed from the production stage to prevent talking about specific keywords.”

“Ugh…? I have something like that…?”

This was news even to Agio herself.

“I know how to unlock it. I once dissected the brain of a Vitaloid who was doing industrial espionage when I was at Cheongang.”

“Hee…heeek…!!”

Frightened by Nazha’s choice of savage words, Agio fled at a speed similar to a central nervous system booster from a certain manga.

However, most of Nazha’s work is done with invisible nanomachines.

Nanomachines that had already infiltrated Agio’s brain were correcting the algorithm values ​​entered in Agio’s learning device.

“Hey, tell us now.”

“Ugh…? W-what…?”

“What we were just talking about.”

“Just now…? You mean the part where all Vitaloids have small cameras installed from the production stage, and are constantly recording everything they see, hear, and experience…? Or the part where I can delete or download the recorded videos of other Vitaloids as I please…?”

“…What?”

“…Huh?”

“…Hmm?”

A beat late, everyone there doubted their ears.

In the atmosphere that suddenly went quiet, the confused Agio carefully reconsidered what she had said.

“Hue…!! If what I said is true, it means the Unhwa Group has practically released living surveillance cameras throughout all of Minos…!! Why didn’t I even question this until now…!!”

No… why is she surprised about this?

[No I’m serious this is all a staged performance FML] [16]

[First shipreon ughugh I need to pee boom up] [98]

[Isn’t this channel similar to Agio’s editing style?] [3]

[I just want to see the world burn << what she actually said] [38]

[So nobody died in the airship terror attack? Really? Why do I still not know…] [357]

… .. .

[What’s with the channel above? How dare they upload direct cam footage of the airship?] [107]

… .. .

[Great Agio is it you again] [159]

[Upload] [226]

[I thought Agio was dead, but it’s good to see you again even like this] [87]

[Did this bastard Agio get picked up by Maker?] [33]

[She might have been with them from the beginning] [12]

“Sigh…life.”

The CEO of Cheongang Group, Cheon Tae-woo, had a headache.

They say you lose hair when you have a lot of stress.

Cheon Tae-woo, who would soon look similar to branch manager Park Seong-tae, recently started smoking again after having quit.

“You said you confirmed the kill.”

“…”

“Why is this bastard alive then?”

“…I’m sorry.”

Next to Cheon Tae-woo, who was sprawled on the sofa, stood the contractor who had assassinated Agio earlier, with his head bowed.

Cheon Tae-woo was even too tired to get angry now.

Earlier, after seeing Agio’s newly uploaded video, he called Park Seong-tae.

The phone is turned off, after the beep you will be connected to voice mail quick voice…

Yes. It was blocked, of all things.

Thinking about it, this quarter had been a series of quite dramatic moments.

Always cursed for being a parachute company, Cursed to manage nanomachines properly, Failed to secure first-generation technology, Support rate drops due to video manipulation in court, An elevator built recently almost collapsed by terrorists, The founding research director suddenly submitted his resignation letter, The troublemaker thought to be dead is alive and well…

Now even a mere broadcasting director ignores a local government head’s contact?

“Sip, paha…”

The smoke from the burning cigarette filled the spacious room.

Cheon Tae-woo was seriously thinking about handing over the company to his daughter now.

Late night, in the outskirts of the city, Maker’s hideout, Nazha, who had sharp ears at night, woke up to late muttering sounds.

-Jjuk, jjukjjuk.

The sound was coming from the living room.

Nazha rubbed her sleepy eyes and came out to the living room.

There was Chae Yu-ha, constantly pointing her finger into the air with her forehead leaning against the refrigerator.

“…Yu-ha, what are you doing?”

Nazha asked in a seriously concerned voice.

Then, the Chae Yu-ha in the living room…

No, something that looked like Chae Yu-ha turned its head with a creak, and.

-Jjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjuk. Jjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjuk.

“It bothers me… bothers me… bothers me…”

-Jjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjuk. Jjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjukjjuk.

“Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me. Bothers me.”

“…Yu-ha!!”

And Chae Yu-ha lost consciousness and collapsed.