Since I'm Born in a Guideverse - Chapter 45
After their adventure at the Gate, Jaewon appeared to be lost in thought, falling behind in training.
Unsurprisingly, Ian did not wait for him and instead led the way ahead.
While the other Espers complained about Ian, Jaewon appeared more concerned with Ian’s receding form.
Three days later, Jaewon decided to go to a personal training room after completing the necessary session.
The room was set up to make clones for practice.
“Hey, what brings you here?”
Heeso greeted him, appearing astonished to see him.
Jaewon’s eyes widened with surprise, not expecting to see her there, and the sensation was mutual.
“You never do individual training.”
Heeso, who was playing with her phone, responded sarcastically.
Most Espers and guides from Team 8 left after mandated training hours, just like Jaewon.
Jaewon sat alongside her, sighing heavily.
“Why are you here?”
He inquired in a questioning tone.
Heeso, who had exhibited little interest in training before meeting Ian, responded, “What else? I am here for training.”
She waited for her turn to train.
Jaewon’s perplexed expression prompted her to clarify, “I’ve been doing voluntary training for almost a month now.”
People change for a variety of causes.
For Heeso, the impetus was a near-death encounter and being rescued by a fellow guide, Ian.
There was no guarantee she would not be in a similar scenario again.
Could she always rely on Ian to rescue her?
She couldn’t be certain.
So Heeso decided to gain strength, not as much as Ian, but enough to protect herself.
“Just so you know, I was here first, so I get to use the room first.”
She prematurely staked her claim, expecting Jaewon’s request to trade turns.
Without responding, Jaewon gazed at the monitor displaying the training room.
He observed Chanyoung fighting a massive polar bear clone.
“Where did they get a polar bear to clone?”
Jaewon mused before boldly telling the engineer, “Create a clone of Ian guide for my turn.”
The engineer twitched as if they had overheard something inappropriate.
They turned stiffly towards Jaewon.
“I would advise against that, Jaewon. Chanyoung is fighting Ian’s clone.”
Their gazes shifted to the monitor.
In an instant, Chanyoung was seen helplessly seized by the Ian clone, his body lifeless.
Chanyoung suffered yet another defeat.
Ian’s clone had routinely outperformed him during their training sessions.
When the engineer had had enough of Chanyoung being pounded to a pulp, he would abruptly halt the session.
Today was no different.
“I’ll end the training now.”
As the engineer said this, Ian’s clone, poised for a final strike, vanished.
The pressure on Chanyoung’s neck loosened, causing him to tumble and cough up blood.
Jaewon, who had observed the entire episode, was sweating excessively.
“See? Still want to practice against Ian’s clone?”
The engineer inquired, pretty convinced Jaewon would back out.
And their prognosis was accurate.
“No, no… Create a clone of an Esper one ranked above me… Please find something doable.”
Jaewon experienced a moment of broken aspiration.
Meanwhile, Ian, oblivious to these occurrences, had completed her training and was leaving the Team 8 building.
On her way home, she sneezed unexpectedly.
“Ah, Achoo! Sneezing is said to be a sign of a cold. Could it be a cold?”
Ian, who’d never had a cold, sniffled.
Her cell phone vibrated briefly.
Ian took out her phone from her pocket to check her messages, and her amber eyes noticed the name ‘Yoon Hamin’ prominently displayed.
[Sent a photograph.]
When she entered the chat, she noticed a photo of Yoon Hamin’s hand appearing to be bitten by a cat. Ian’s eyes glittered.
[Can I use it for my profile picture?]
Following this message, Ian smiled as she navigated to her profile.
This was the first time she had changed her default profile photo.
Ian’s unintended instruction had influenced more than simply Jaewon; he was only the start.
“Couldn’t you have easily dodged that attack?”
Ian commented, addressing an Esper who had been thrown across the line and slammed into the wall during a sparring session.
“What have you learned in this center so far?”
Following her forthright advice to Jaewon, Ian began publicly delivering blunt, critical guidance to others.
She discovered it helped relieve her frustration.
“Anyone would think you have several lives to spare.”
On the other hand, Ian’s tone was frequently perceived as provocative by those who heard him.
While Yoon Hamin was the sort to provoke others as a calculated move deliberately, Ian did so without hesitation, directly challenging others.
“Seo Ian, the way you’ve been talking lately…”
Despite being bound to the wall, the Esper felt compelled to respond, clenching his teeth in displeasure at Ian’s remarks.
Ian had her answer prepared.
“I also turn a blind eye when you all badmouth me.”
It wasn’t so much about being magnanimous; she’d become resistant to criticism since she was in school.
“And losers should keep quiet, anyway.”
Ian muttered this while grabbing the Esper she had slammed against the wall and hurling it to the ground.
A large hole remained where the Esper’s body had once been.
Overreliance on talents.
Weak physical conditioning.
Poor core strength.
Insufficient arm strength.
“Don’t be a liability if you’re weak.”
Ian’s criticisms were directed at Espers who accompanied her into the Gate or served as her sparring partners.
Her provocations unexpectedly had a favorable outcome.
Espers, who had previously despised Ian, now formed a competitive spirit against her.
It was more about flattening her prominent nose than anything else.
Of course, not everyone felt the same way, but the shift was big and noticeable.
As proof, the typically quiet volunteer training hall was packed with Awakeneds looking for more training.
Especially the Espers.
Each person entering the training room made the same request.
“Make a clone of Guide Seo Ian, please!”
The engineers’ responses were consistently the same.
“It’s better to avoid the Guide Seo Ian clone.”
Unlike Ian, the training program lacked emotions and was unable to adapt to the participants’ circumstances, frequently leaving them battered to a pulp.
Without visual confirmation, many Espers insisted on Ian’s clone, only to be transferred to the hospital.
Fortunately, their physiological characteristics allowed for speedy recuperation, but the discomfort remained.
Meanwhile, those who were fortunate enough to observe others being beaten by Ian’s clone swiftly altered their requests to protect their safety.
Chanyoung, who had experienced these changes firsthand, was perplexed.
Until recently, these adults would whine to their parents over minor problems, making their new attitude nearly unbelievable.
“Our team morale seems to be improving lately, don’t you think?”
Taeyung, preoccupied with daily field tasks, appeared blissfully unaware of the details.
To him, the team’s heightened energy represented a simple and positive improvement.
“Maybe everyone’s finally decided to put in some effort?”
Taeyung and Chanyoung were returning to the Team 8 building, carrying ice cream they had purchased during a short break.
Chanyoung nodded, munching into his ice cream, and said, “Just keep being your cheerful self.”