What Happens When The Second Male Lead Powers Up [EN]: Chapter 872

Jeong Eun-seo, after seating her brothers and Uncle Yohan on the sofa, furiously tapped on her phone screen, puffing out hot air.

“Just wait a moment. The reaction is incredibly hot right now! It’s complete chaos! Word is spreading even in communities, and the Taegye-gong [a popular character or series] stans and Twitter are going wild. I’ll pick out a few decent comments to show you……”

“Is it that much?”

“It’s more than that, more than anything you can imagine. I saw the comments increasing in real-time just now.”

To exaggerate a bit, the freshman was as oblivious as when Prince Yeseo logged out.

Eun-seo’s phone had been as hot as a hot pack since a while ago.

The two older brothers were silent, unnerved by their youngest sibling’s gleaming dark eyes.

“First, let’s sort the comments by likes……”

· ? (Episode 300)

“……”

“Eun-seo, what’s wrong?”

“No, wait. I’m just trying to decide which comment to show first because there are so many…… Aish.”

How could a single question mark get over twenty ‘likes’?

Eun-seo bit her lip and diligently scrolled down.

· Holy crap, teacher, what kind of novel is this (Episode 301)

└ I came from Twitter, why are there so many corpses here

└ Just leave them be, they read TGG233 [likely a specific episode or arc] and came straight here

└ Why are they hurting themselves like that

└ No, why is the protagonist going home here, how could this happen, I’m literally speechless right now, how could you do this to me? Is it okay to be so cruel to the readers?

└ I don’t think the author, who uploads five chapters every hour, is planning to save us

· You’re doing something illegal I’m going to sue you Kang Ho Hae (Episode 300)

└ Please don’t even type the word Kang Ho, even as a typo, if you upload any more chapters we’re all going to die

· Kill Werner. (Episode 300)

· Kill Werner. (Episode 477)

· Kill Werner. (Episode 496)

└ “Put the ball in the square” [likely a reference to the story’s plot]

· There’s someone on the 300th floor!!!!!! Koa Koak Kwak Kwang Kwang!!!! Save me please save me there’s someone trapped here!!!!! (Episode 300)

· How are you doing this again, why am I reading this at two in the morning, tears just keep falling (Episode 233)

└ I keep feeling endlessly sad~~~

└ What, give me back my lingering feelings

· The protagonist’s brother is Baekgok, the author who wrote the martial arts novel , it seems like an homage to Baekgeon, the author of . It’s basically a romance fantasy fanfic, but it’s fun to recognize the parodies of various works. By the way, it’s rare for a fanfic to be longer than the original, but after reading it, it seems like it’ll take a long time to finish. I’m leaving a like to support you. Keep up the good work. (Episode 304)

· Curiosity blinded me, deafened me, stabbed my heart, stabbed my back, made me vomit blood, beat me up, what am I supposed to do, twist and turn, what am I supposed to do, I’m falling for you, tonight, tomorrow night, I keep thinking of you, I am the diva story, (Episode 301)

· Teacher take down your writing ^^ (Episode 300)

· This is the advance team. Explanation for those who came after hearing rumors from external sites: This novel’s first episode was uploaded on Monday, May 11th at 7:30 PM. It was buried at the speed of light. Then the author, for some reason, uploaded 29 more episodes at different times before going to bed. That’s a total of 30 episodes. Uploading 30 episodes on the first day is rare even in general web novel contests, so it attracted attention and got a few comments. Mostly hate comments. Then the author went on a rampage (presumably). From Tuesday night, May 12th, they uploaded dozens of episodes every hour, splitting them into ten-minute intervals (this got them first place in the real-time search rankings for contests), and from 0:00 on the 13th, they started uploading 5 episodes every hour on the hour. After only 24 hours, 120 episodes were uploaded. By Thursday, people started talking about it inside and out. There were so many participants in the contest that it wasn’t quite spamming the bulletin board, but since they were writing 500 episodes while others were only writing 5 or 10, they just attracted attention with the sheer volume. People say the content is subtly strange. Eventually, rumors spread on communities and Twitter from Friday, leading to today. Please correct me if there’s any wrong information. (Episode 1)

└ Information added

└ Helpful added

└ Thank you teacher now everything makes sense

└ How do you understand an author who uploads 120 episodes a day

└ I’m theorizing that this is Writer Blight writing a What If side story

└ There are quite a few people saying that on Twitter, many people feel the writing style is similar

└ With so much backlog, it’s possible… Writer Blight is on hiatus right now.

“Ha……”

“Why?”

“There are a lot of comments…… I temporarily forgot what kind of place the Canary Mine [slang for a chaotic online forum] is. I can’t find any normal comments to read to Little Brother. There’s one that’s somewhat polite, I’ll just screenshot it and send it to you. Keep it and cheer up.”

A sigh flowed out of her mouth.

Eun-seo’s older brother nodded as if he expected it.

The younger brother calmly replied.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah. Anyway, you can rest assured. It seems like there will be enough readers to grant Little Brother’s wish, with the current atmosphere.”

“That’s a relief. That’s really a relief.”

Finally, his face brightened like a full moon.

He was a complete novice fanfic writer who couldn’t even write a proper author’s note, but he was as desperate for ‘readers’ as any professional writer, so it was really a good thing.

Eun-seo smiled, feeling inexplicably overwhelmed, and looked at her younger brother.

“So, how much is left? The contest ends in June, so you need to save some manuscripts to upload until then.”

“That’s true, but I think it’s better to pour a lot in at the beginning and save it for the end. Anyway, wouldn’t it be helpful for the readers to know our situation, like a recent update?”

“Ah, that makes sense too.”

“Yeah. No matter how independent the world line has become…… The sooner the existence of the Chief God is revealed, the better, I think. I’m even thinking of uploading everything next week, leaving only a few dozen episodes.”

“If the guy who used to upload 120 episodes a day suddenly uploads one episode a day, that would be a hot topic in its own way,” Hyun-seo said with a snort.

Around that time, his phone started playing the refreshing Taegye-gong OST [original soundtrack].

“I’ll go take a call for a moment. It’s the Taegye-gong PD [producer]. Because of the start of Season 2 tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Do well.”

The siblings waved at the back of the eldest. Then Yohan chuckled softly and said.

“Then, by now, the numerous squares in the Square Square file must have completely disappeared.”

“……Oh, now that you mention it, that’s right! There’s a possibility, Kyung!”

Soon, his full-moon face brightened like a supermoon.

Because of his personality, once he gets hooked on something, he jumps in without hesitation and gets completely absorbed, he had even forgotten the original reason why he started uploading the story.

Eun-seo clicked her tongue as she watched him rush to get his laptop and old phone.

“He’s really an idiot, a fool, a moron.”

But she couldn’t stop the laughter from leaking through her teeth.

She didn’t feel bad because her brother was genuinely happy. But wait a minute……

“……Is he going to win an award like that?”

Somehow, it felt ominous.

*

And back again, the Venetian Royal Capital.

Or a certain city that used to be the kingdom’s capital.

“……Oh dear. Sir Mute, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine……”

‘Thud, thud, thud……’ Elizabeth’s footsteps, coming out of the Pantheon, were very heavy.

Sant, who happened to run into her, hurriedly approached her, dropping the instruments he was carrying.

The Vice Captain of the Imperial Guard’s jawline, already sharpened by the war, looked even more gaunt today.

Somehow, the dark circles under her eyes seemed even darker…… Really, she’s such a pitiful person in many ways.

“I heard His Majesty the Emperor is inside. Did you get scolded a lot……?”

The priest asked cautiously. Then Elizabeth’s pale face turned even more blue.

Three days ago, the ‘Spirit of Iran’ sleeping in the Pantheon disappeared like magic, holding a fruit.

Originally, humans could not interfere with the will of the supreme divine object, so it was no one’s fault.

It was even less likely that the Imperial Knights would be reprimanded by their superiors. But the problem was……

“No, he’s not one to raise his voice easily. He’s not one to give long scoldings either.”

Along with the spirit, Karme, a prisoner of war in the Imperial Army, and Princess Cornelise Venetian and Lady Iseol Roseharder, the granddaughter of the court count, who were under the protection of the Imperial Army, had disappeared all at once.

The military camp was in an uproar.

“Ah, that’s a relief……”

“‘Elizabeth, don’t forget. If you can’t retire from the position of Vice Captain of the Guard until you’re eighty, it’s probably because of this accident.'”

“Hic……”

“……That’s all he said.”

“Ah, I see……”

However, a short letter with a handprint and a priest’s nameplate were left at the scene, which was immediately reported to Emperor Riester.

The evidence was a letter from Martyr Zeilstra, the combat priest who served Princess Eliser Venetian up close.

“Fortunately, His Majesty had met Sir Zeilstra before, and thanks to her vow to bring Princess back safely at the cost of her life……”

“You avoided a big reprimand, Sir. Whew……”

Elizabeth and Sant, standing tall on the stairs, sighed at the same time.

Of course, it was hard to say that this was solely the fault of the Imperial Army.

Once a divine object had made up its mind, especially if it had decided to leave with nearby humans, there was no way to resist it with human power.

Elizabeth also knew this well as a knight who had escorted the spirit to the royal capital.

Perhaps His Majesty had taken these points into consideration and did not impose a severe punishment.

“……By the way, why did the spirit leave? I heard that it needed moonlight, and the Luminare in the Pantheon is the best skylight to receive moonlight, isn’t it?”

“I thought so too. But the divine object’s judgment was different.”

The Vice Captain of the Guard answered bitterly and looked up at the towering Pantheon building.

The long and wide temple roof filled her eyes.

‘NONDUM ÓMNIUM DIÉRUM SOL ÓCCIDIT’.

“‘The sun has not yet set on all days.’ That’s what it means.”

“Ah? Brother……!”

As she turned her gaze to the familiar voice, Sant met the eyes of his second older brother, Diderik Roseharder.

He was fluent in sign language and a trustworthy member of the family, so the Emperor had personally appointed him as Cornelise’s interpreter.

Although he had forcibly lost his job after the princess disappeared and they could communicate in language for over twenty hours a day.

“Greetings, Young Master.”

“Nice to meet you, Vice Captain of the Guard.”

The man smiled and bowed.

He was pulling a large cart below the temple steps, apparently to distribute freshly baked pink bread to the children of the royal capital again today.

Elizabeth asked about something other than bread.

“What exactly does that mean? The sun hasn’t set……”

“It’s just as the sentence says. The sun will rise again in the sky, so it means that hope has not yet disappeared.”

“……I see.”

A slightly warm breeze blew.

Elizabeth tucked her fluttering hair behind her ear and looked up at the Pantheon again.

Meanwhile, Diderik handed a few loaves of bread to his younger brother.

“Perhaps it’s a word that applies to Princess Eliser.”

“……”

“But it may not be.”

“……”

The young master shrugged his shoulders after saying that.

Sant barely managed to wedge the bread his brother gave him under his chin and asked.

“Brother, but…… There’s a bruise on your left cheek…… Did you get hit by Father or Mother?”

“Not both of them.”

He answered nonchalantly.

“I got hit by my fiancée. I asked to break off the engagement yesterday.”

“Heok!”

“Yes?!”

The two people’s eyes widened at the unexpected words. A broken engagement?

“I fell in love with someone else. I couldn’t help it.”

“Yes?!”

“Yes?!”

-Flap, flap, flap!

The pigeons were startled and flew up at the voices of the priest and the knight.

Several events were happening simultaneously, but at first glance, it was a peaceful spring.