GTLTGIDES chapter 4

Right. I need to focus. I have to finish quickly.

If I can’t handle this heat pouring over me, it will accumulate into discomfort for the Esper, doubling or tripling my workload.

Only after finishing the guiding was I released from those large hands.

“Gasp, huff, ha….”

I clutched my chest.

My body feels like it’s on fire.

Today’s guiding was done on a whim by the Esper.

Even without much emotional impurity accumulating, it’s this intense.

Now I understand why Yang Heewoon’s organs were in ruin. If you do this frequently, of course, they will.

Damn it.

“Ah, it’s a bit better. Get out now. Stop gasping pathetically next to me.”

‘You rude bastard… I’m already leaving.’

As if by reflex, Yang Heewoon’s body turned towards the door right after finishing the guiding.

Yet he still had to say something.

Unable to go far, I collapsed onto a sofa in the hallway to catch my breath.

‘I want to quit everything….’

Day 3 of transmigration.

I painfully realized that loving the RegretfulTop was not it after all.

I loaded practice bullets into the monster-hunting gun issued exclusively for guides.

Then I put on earmuffs, gripped the gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger at the target.

• Bang! Bang!

‘Damn it, Rex!’

With all my anger, I shot vigorously!

You know, workplace stress should be relieved healthily through sports like this.

I’ve never even passed by a shooting range before, and Yang Heewoon didn’t seem skilled at shooting either, missing all the targets.

Still, hearing the loud noise of the gun was refreshing. It was worth visiting the shooting range.

“Wow, Heewoon, missing all the shots is quite a talent too!”

It would have been better if there weren’t an interrupting voice.

‘Damn it.’

Why is Yang Heewoon’s hearing so sharp when all his other organs are damaged?

Even with earmuffs on, the sarcastic voice was too clear, making me feel even worse.

People say you hear bad things about yourself sharply.

Turning my head, I saw a tall, slender young man with silver hair looking down at me with pretty, light pink eyes like cherry blossoms in spring.

It was Elliot Hooper, the second member of Special Team A, a long-range attack support and ice-wielding esper.

With his thick eyelashes, egg-shaped face, clean white skin, sharp nose, and bright red lips, anyone who didn’t know him would think he was an angel. But don’t be fooled. His hashtags are #PoliteTop #BeautifulTop, but also #RegretTop and #NastyTop.

“…Have you been here?”

“I saw ‘Special Team A’ on the shooting range list, so I thought Junseong was here. I was hoping for a match, but it wasn’t him.”

“I see.”

Sorry, but not really! You should’ve checked the names properly.

Whether you mock me or not, I will go my own way.

As I tried to reload the empty magazine, a white hand grabbed both my hand and the gun.

“Heewoon.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t practice shooting. Isn’t it embarrassing? A guide who can’t even do basic things is part of Special Team A.”

“If I don’t practice, I won’t improve.”

“It’s fine. Our team doesn’t need the guide to fight, right? How about meditating instead? That’s more helpful for guiding. Do something useful. You’re barely half a guide, what more do you want to do?”

He says it all with a smiling face.

‘Who are you to tell me what to do?’

Elliot’s pretty face, pretty smile, and pretty words are mostly gaslighting.

Even his gentle head pat is annoying.

In the original work, he was harsh even to Eunsoo, an S-rank guide who joined the team. To Elliot, a B-rank guide like Yang Heewoon is probably less than human, on the level of a pet cat or dog. No wonder he behaves this way naturally.

By the way, Yang Heewoon is 23, the same age as Elliot.

And I am 32.

‘Damn it!’

…Suddenly, I got my head patted by a kid nine years younger. The shame is no joke.

I couldn’t stand it any longer and slapped Elliot’s hand away.

• Wee-wooo-wee-wooo!

An alarming and loud sound came from the device.

Not just mine, but everyone’s devices went off simultaneously.

Everyone in this world knows what that sound means.

A gate has appeared.

A gate.

That’s what we call the huge ‘door’ connecting to another world.

Connecting to another world doesn’t mean a fantasy story of communicating with people from another dimension.

Usually, when a gate opens, monsters pour out, and these monsters are extremely ferocious. The appearance of a gate means casualties and property damage.

Normal weapons don’t work on these monsters. To deal with them effectively, you need the abilities of superhumans, the espers.

“Hmmm.”

Despite me slapping his hand away, Elliot finally stopped touching my hair. He crossed his arms and tapped his device.

Judging by the atmosphere, it seems Special Team A’s espers received orders to dispatch.

“Sadly, I have to go now.”

“Ah, yes. Goodbye… ugh!”

Elliot suddenly grabbed my hand, his red lips curving into a smile.

“I need to charge my battery before I go.”

‘Battery charging, my foot….’

‘Battery charging’ usually means sweet moments between lovers, but this is far from that pleasant image.

The moment Elliot held my hand, I felt like I was crushed under a massive glacier. With Rex’s lingering heat still in my body, now I had to endure cold.

Switching between hot and cold quickly is damaging. No wonder Yang Heewon ended up like this in just a year.

I pressed my palm to my mouth to suppress the nausea.

“Yang Heewoon, are you here!”

At that moment, adding to my misfortune, someone called out for me.

Dressed in a neat three-piece suit, with slicked-back black hair exposing his clean forehead.

An Asian man with a physique almost equal to the other two, sharp features, and a sexy wrinkle on his forehead.

Special Team A’s third S-rank esper and leader, Cha Junseong.

Seeing my name on the user list, he rushed here himself.

The moment he spotted me, before I could say a word, he strode over and hugged me.

“Huff…!”

In his arms, I trembled like having a seizure.

I was already struggling to handle the impurities Elliot had dumped on me.

If Elliot’s emotions were a massive glacier, Cha Junseong’s emotions felt like a powerful pressure that could crush scrap metal.

With these two emotions mixed, the glacier shattered into sharp fragments falling all over my body.

My body, scorched red by Rex, now felt like it was being slashed by icy shards.

‘Damn it, don’t dump your impurities on me so easily like trash!’

I was furious, but in this situation, I couldn’t even express my anger.

Out of breath, Cha Junseong spoke to me in his usual cold voice.

“Follow me to the site.”

“…Yes. I will go.”

In an ideal world, I’d like to just lie down, scream about my pain, and roll around in agony. But there are eyes on me.

It was acceptable to show pain back when Rex was strangling me, but now I can’t afford to appear too pained.

If I end up being forcibly reassigned due to being deemed incapable of guiding an S-rank team, it’s me who will be in trouble.

My body was trembling, but I straightened up and tried to appear as composed as possible. I was used to pain anyway.

In my previous life, I endured with almost no proper treatment and only occasional painkillers, while working part-time jobs.

This was nothing new.

I staggered forward, taking one step at a time.

“If I get dispatched to the scene, it’s 2 million won……”

That’s seven times the 300,000 won Rex would give for a separate call.

2 million won! (around 1460 USD)

It’s more than my monthly salary when I barely scraped by with part-time jobs.

I can’t afford to pass up that kind of money.

“Money, I really hate it……”

Even as I muttered to myself, I laughed out loud.

“No, that’s not right. Money is good, money is great……”

The gate floating in midair began to come into view outside the window of the vehicle I was in.

Today was the third day since I transmigrated this body.

Since no gates had appeared in the meantime, this was my first time seeing one.

“Let’s see……”

I looked around.

My observational skills might not be exceptional yet, but I have the experience of countless replays of what happened in the novel.

The gate itself wasn’t large.

The danger level seemed to be B, or possibly B-.

But the timing was unfortunate.

Opening shortly after lunch in a busy area meant there was likely insufficient time to evacuate.

Many people would probably be trapped inside buildings.

With many high-rise buildings in the area where the gate appeared, if any collapses occur, the damage could be catastrophic.

Quick action is needed.

As I assessed the potential damage around me, Cha Junseong, the leader of Special A-team, began the briefing.