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| <Recent News Brunch> Esper's enthusiastic fans, is that okay?

The government's disaster warning channel has 27 million subscribers, but Esper's personal channel has 100 million subscribers.

We must be careful of Esper's glorification.

Full Metal Baby, the nickname of the S-class Esper, Sa Iijun, who gained popularity around the world. Recently, the private channel of the same name reached 100 million subscribers. This is a remarkable achievement considering its popularity overseas.

The channel is owned by Esper-Guide Headquarters, UEFC. The revenue generated from every click and play of Sa Iijun's uploaded videos goes to the UEFC, which also benefits greatly in advertising and propaganda effects that drive enrollment rates.

Most of the content uploaded to the channel is Sa Iijun's battle scenes, with the most recently uploaded video of the battle at Bamseom Island on the Han River, which was recorded by a drone, reaching 200 million views within three days of uploading.

In this video, Sa Iijun's performance against the Creature* is shown openly, uncensored in terms of gore, and classified in the all-ages category so that it can be watched by children.

*t/n: monster name.

The platform's headquarters replied that there was no problem based on the current rules, because the category for judging cruel content is defined as 'humans and animals', and Creature does not fall into that category.

Many people admire Esper's fighting skills, but there are also many who are concerned about them.

Last month, several incidents occurred due to the indiscriminate worship of the ‘Esper game’ that has become popular among elementary school students. One elementary school student imitated Sa Iijun and suffered severe burns.

There were also those who raised fundamental questions about Sa Iijun's worthiness as a role model for children.

Sa Iijun is an Esper who has always been criticized for his excessive cruelty. The cost of repairing the commercial buildings he has bombed, such as schools and banks, amounts to tens of billions of won per year, not to mention the 0.5 hectare forest on Mt. Umyeon that was burned last year to the point of destroying the ecosystem.

Of course, their contribution to the killing of over thousands of Creatures to protect the safety of citizens is recognized. However, it should be noted that the collateral damage was enormous when he was dispatched.

Is Sa Iijun incapable of carrying out missions without causing damage to her surroundings? Should we feel such unconditional enthusiasm for Sa Iijun?

Maybe it's because we're constantly trying to inspire young Espers, who just turned 22, to create more eye-catching and explosive eye candy.

Reporter Joo Doyoung

dodojoo@tnews.co.kr |

Likes: 304

Touched: 46

Angry: 10,920

Sad: 108

6,836 Comments

ntit**** Damn reporter, are you trying to provoke anger by touching Espers that are still? Espers are status and national security. What he does with his job is up to him ㅋㅋㅋ

└ silk**** That's right. Work X. Bow down O. Now check your spelling and write a comment ㅋ

mbti**** If only normal people would stop being rude to Espers... It's so sad to see.

skkt**** It's Joo's familyㅋㅋㅋㅋ reporter Jooㅋㅋㅋㅋ Just look for itㅋ

rladdm**** Let's throw him in the gate for food.

└ chltn**** Even the creature will vomit a pile of garbage.

"Haa..."

Doyoung, who had given up scrolling, took his hand off the trackpad. He let out a long sigh as he stared blankly into the air. His face was full of resignation, as if he had reached enlightenment after suffering.

At that moment, the announcement broadcast was heard.

[Korean Air Flight HA1032 to New York departs at 10:50 am. Passengers boarding the flight are asked to wait at Gate 113].

Coincidentally, he was standing in front of the gate, as one of the comments said, although the meaning of this gate was slightly different.

Doyoung closed the laptop he was using for work, collected the cell phone and notebook he had taken out, and put them in his bag. Then he joined the line of people waiting to board.

"Haa..."

Doyoung sighed again, as usual. Why was he here? He never thought he would come back to this place he thought he would never visit again in his life.

The loud voice of the director was still ringing in his ears.

‘Joo Doyoung! If you want to say whatever you want, write an article! Aren't you a social activist?’

Who complains when an article gets no views and tells others to do whatever it takes to get attention? If the article was so problematic, it shouldn't have been approved in the first place.

Doyoung had been hailed as a national hero for several days. It ranked first in the portal's real-time news rankings and had the highest number of hits in its history.

However, the situation changed drastically after a phone call from a higher-up saying that a VIP, the president, was unhappy when he saw the article.

In the end, Doyoung was transferred overseas, which was tantamount to a demotion, and had to spend three years in a foreign country without any connections.

As the line grew shorter and the time to board the plane approached, Doyoung's heart began to beat faster.

He made a list in his head to check off one by one.

He chose an airline that operated Company B 777s, which had never had a fatal accident, and booked a seat right in front of the emergency exit, which was wide and easy to get out of, although it cost extra.

Strong sleeping pills were also prescribed. Once seated, he was able to take them 10 minutes before takeoff, and everything he had planned went perfectly.

However, the crisis came when he felt afraid to get on the plane after passing through the garbarata that connects the gate to the plane.

Feeling nauseous as if his stomach was turned upside down, Doyoung swallowed his saliva and pressed his vomit bowl before sitting down in his reserved seat, then he opened his bag.

"Huh?"

Doyoung's eyes widened in confusion as he looked inside the bag. The bag containing his sleeping pills was nowhere to be seen. Gradually, a sense of desperation grew, and his hands rifled through the bag hastily.

Cold sweat began to break out on Doyoung's forehead. His cold fingertips trembled slightly. He turned the bag over, took out all the items and checked them, but he couldn't find what he was looking for.

A thought occurred to Doyoung at that moment. Earlier, while waiting at the gate, when he took out his laptop, he wondered if the bag had fallen out and landed on the seat or the floor.

Doyoung jumped out of his seat. The flight attendant, who was walking down the aisle after closing the door and making sure everyone was buckled in, found Doyoung.

"Sir, could you please sit back down?"

"No, that's not it. I......"

As he tried to approach to explain the situation, the flight attendant stopped Doyoung.

"I think I left my things behind. Can we go back to the gate for a moment?"

"You mean you left something near the gate?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll contact the crew there immediately to look for the missing item and store it if we find it, sir."

"I, I need it now!"

His voice grew loud with desperation, catching the attention of the people.

Doyoung's face turned white and pale as he thought about what would happen if the plane moved. He needed medicine right away.

"I, I'd better get off."

The flight attendant, who had been looking at Doyoung silently without saying a word, said in a firm voice.

"Please sit down, sir."

If one person did this, then everyone on the plane would have to go through a security check after this action. After all, the person who planted the explosives on the plane could have said they were getting off.

"Oh, dear. Just listen to the flight attendant's instructions!"

The people in the nearest seats added a word for each person, but they couldn't reach Doyoung's ears.

His heart was beating very fast and felt like it was being squeezed. There was an illusion that the motionless plane was about to roll over on the ground.

"Uh... ughb..."

Soon there was a loud bang in Doyoung's ears. His head jerked to the back of the plane where the explosion sound came from. However, there was no fire or smoke in that place, except for the passengers looking at him with curious faces.

This was wrong.

He heard an explosion that nearly ruptured his eardrums as he turned his head forward again, his eyes losing focus from Doyoung's pupils.

"Sir! Sir?"

The flight attendant's panicked screams rang in Doyoung's ears.

‘Head down! Stay low! Keep your head down! Stay low!’

The cart pushed by the flight attendant to serve drinks rolled at an incredible speed. Then someone's sharp scream was heard.

"Heuk!"

Doyoung covered both ears with his hands. With a loud bang, the plane shook violently, and a yellow mask fell from the ceiling.

‘Kyaaa!’

A loud scream came from behind him. He saw the back of the plane, even though he barely turned his head, there was a hole like a knife slash.

The book someone was reading flew and fell through the gap. The flight attendant, barely holding on to the passenger seat, was almost sucked into the pitch black sky.

The other crew members ran for their lives and grabbed the flight attendant's hand. But before he could grab it, the plane shook again.

When Doyoung, who had closed his eyes tightly, opened them again, the two flight attendants in the aisle were no longer visible. The scarves that were part of their uniforms were only fluttering on the torn surface of the plane.

Meanwhile, several other flight attendants continued to shout.

'Head down! Stay low! Keep your head down! Stay low!'

"Keep your... head down... Stay... low.."

At that moment, a small voice was heard somewhere.

"It's okay."

Instantly, the chaotic scene around Doyoung stopped, as if he had hit the pause button when he heard the voice of the unknown man. It flashed directly into his head. Without bypassing his ears. Like a special-effects video, the passengers' hair flew and the newspapers that had been sucked in were still floating in the air.

Doyoung's pupils slowly regained their light. The dark vision became brighter, and slowly he began to see something.

For a moment, Doyoung, who was standing in the middle of a scene full of sharp screams, saw the sea in front of his eyes.

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TL: Muji

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