The Crown Prince Who Raises Alt Characters

#Chapter 312 Cat Pago (25) - What's Needed to Create an Organization --- [Special Exhibition Hall 1: Prudence Viewing Guide] Dear visitors, we sincerely welcome you to the first exhibition of our museum. This is a space that artistically evaluates your 'wisdom to see through truth.' For the safe and pleasant viewing of our visitors, we ask that you carefully read this guide. 1. This space has thousands of mirrors on display, but among them there is only one 'real mirror,' and the rest are something mimicking mirrors. 2. If you make eye contact with yourself in the real mirror, a stamp will fall from the sky onto your head. After stamping your ticket, please place it obediently in front of the real mirror. The stamp is very heavy. 3. If you make eye contact with yourself in a fake mirror, we will accept this as the 'visitor's voluntary intention to donate artwork.' Your shell will be beautifully crumpled to fit the mirror frame, and the hungry artwork beyond the glass will live out your remaining life in your place. 4. The somethings other than the real mirror have at least one or more differences from you, so please refer to this when finding the real mirror. 5. Using methods other than mirrors to check and compare your own appearance is prohibited. The somethings mimicking mirrors will be very angry at your cheating and will all jump out of the glass at once. 6. If you have safely received the stamp, when walking toward the exit, please make sure to turn back and admire the mirrors left behind. If you do not do this, they will be angry at the visitor's rude behavior and will not let you go. 7. One of the above items is false. [Manager's Postscript] Wisdom means the insight to filter out 'contradictions' and 'falsehoods' from countless streams of information. Please use your wisdom to enjoy a pleasant viewing experience. --- If you want to leave the museum, visit four halls and get your stamps. To carry out that instruction, the people who gathered at the first Hall of Wisdom first looked at the text written as a guide next to the entrance and despaired. "Damn it, how are we supposed to do this!? This isn't just messing with people!!" Find the one 'real' mirror among thousands of mirrors. But in the process, you must never make eye contact with a fake even once, and you can't check your appearance with things like hand mirrors or selfie cameras. You have to do the work of recalling your current appearance only through memory and comparing it with the mirror in front of you thousands of times. This alone is already utterly unreasonable, but there are even fake rules mixed in among them. Is this... a rule that expects humans to clear it? People's complexions changed in various ways. Even those who would normally consider it just a prank or laugh it off saying "where would there be such monsters," couldn't laugh this off after experiencing the supernatural phenomenon of perfectly normal doors suddenly disappearing and turning into walls. The opinion that they could just clear other halls first was also meaningless. Since they had to collect all four stamps anyway, they had to visit this place too. '...I've really gotten involved in a troublesome situation.' The man who was more often called Chairman than by his real name, Kim Seok-hyeong, let out a deep sigh. He had come abroad for once and was trying to enjoy some modest cultural activities, but what kind of misfortune was this? Of course, aside from sighing, he had somewhat figured out the strategy for conquering this hall. 'It's almost impossible to do alone, but it's roughly possible if you form a team.' One person could stand in front of a mirror with their eyes closed, while another person beside them maintained an angle where they weren't reflected in the mirror and compared the appearance in the mirror with reality. The problem was that this method was essentially entrusting your life to the other person, so it required that level of trust. In this situation, there probably wouldn't be anyone maliciously trying to kill others, but what if someone accidentally failed to notice the difference between the mirror and reality and chose the wrong answer? Or what if there was a spy hidden by the museum among these people who intentionally caused disruption? If things went wrong, even Kim Seok-hyeong, who first suggested this strategy, might get caught in the crossfire. No, it would definitely turn out that way. Wasn't it common for people exposed to extreme stress and fear to witch-hunt someone, without needing separate examples? 'Tsk. Should I have brought at least one bodyguard?' He had deliberately moved separately because he wanted to freely act like a carefree person for once in a long time. But now that there were no trustworthy hands and feet he could use as he pleased beside him, it was suffocating to death. It was then that something strange caught Kim Seok-hyeong's eye. While others were hesitating and frustrated in front of the four exhibition halls, there was a duo of female students who had separated themselves and were doing something. One was someone with an appearance that wouldn't be strange to call a celebrity or model, and the other was a girl who was ordinary compared to her, but still quite pretty. However, what the seasoned businessman Kim Seok-hyeong, who had already experienced all kinds of hardships, noticed was not their appearance but their behavior. 'Are they writing something?' They had torn out a page from some kind of notebook and were writing something on it, and although he knew it was rude, Kim Seok-hyeong was drawn by curiosity to examine what they had written. And he doubted his eyes. --- [Special Exhibition Hall 1: Prudence Staff Response Manual] Dear monsters in the mirrors, welcome to the first workplace of our museum. This is a space that physically evaluates whether you can 'withstand a high school girl's anger.' For the safety of all of you who will only be given one life, we hope you will engrave this guide in your bones. 1. Museums are places for visitors to enjoy and appreciate, not places to realize your shitty philosophy. Customer happiness and convenience. That's the basics of service industry. 2. Are you crazy to drop a heavy stamp on someone's head? If even one customer gets injured, that's the day your heads get smashed with a bat. Take care of yourselves properly. 3. Don't try to make eye contact with customers. The moment you're discovered not lowering your eyes and keeping them straight, I'll take it as a sign that you want to donate your eyeballs to baseballs. 4. You must keep in mind that the problem difficulty is a kind spot-the-difference that even young children can understand. Don't try to beat the customers. 5. If it seems like a customer will still choose the wrong answer, warn them with sound. If there's a customer who keeps being stubborn even after being warned, I won't particularly stop you then. That's not a customer but a troublemaker. Show them the anger of a skilled employee. 6. See off departing customers with deep bows. You ask where such places exist in today's world? Why would supernatural entities seek workers' rights and human dignity? 7. I'll kill you if you play with words. Is social life a joke? [Message to the Manager] I'll see you later. --- Kim Seok-hyeong rubbed his eyes for a moment, wondering if he had developed presbyopia. But no matter how much he rubbed them, the content of what the girl had written - something that should be called a declaration of war or threatening letter rather than a guide - didn't change. As he stood frozen in bewilderment, he suddenly made eye contact with the girl who was looking strangely proud at what she had finished writing. The girl with impressive deep black hime-cut hair and a strangely baggy and sturdy-looking jacket startled and then stood up hurriedly, heading toward the Hall of Wisdom as if fleeing. "W-wait! Student! It's dangerous!" Kim Seok-hyeong tried to grab her a step too late, but the girl's movements were strangely fast. The girl's black hair and the tail of the white cat perched on her shoulder brushed past Kim Seok-hyeong's hand like afterimages. The other visitors also couldn't block those bold movements in time, stammering "uh, uh" before just making way, and the girl's figure disappeared into the Hall of Wisdom. Everyone held their breath, anticipating the time of the great disaster that would unfold inside. Some with a strong sense of justice hurriedly tried to follow the girl into the Hall of Wisdom, but the door, once closed, wouldn't open at all. Before long, strange sounds echoed continuously from inside the door. The sound of something breaking, the sound of something strangely wet being thrown to the floor, screams that weren't human, yet strangely pitiful. And then silence came. People all wore expressions of grief or terror, as if anticipating the tragedy that had unfolded beyond the door. Just as Kim Seok-hyeong was about to let out a sigh, his gaze turned to the brown-haired girl who had just been with the black-haired girl. Her expression was different from the others. It wasn't that there was no sign of worry, but there was more trust and expectation than that. A moment later. The hall's door opened. "Phew..." Having apparently done something quite vigorous inside, the girl had sweat beading on her forehead and hair sticking to her cheeks. Perhaps conscious of people's stunned gazes directed at her, she seemed strangely flustered before soon speaking in a stiff voice. "Um, there, it's okay! That guide is all lies! It's really easy!!" Even though the girl appealed earnestly, no one readily believed her. Since the guide had openly mentioned that monsters and people could switch places, there were clear signs of suspicion that the girl herself might also be a monster. The girl lowered her head with a slightly embarrassed expression, then soon returned to where her companion, the brown-haired girl, was. "Hanamori, are you okay?" "Yes. It was less than I thought. They said to read the guide and familiarize yourselves with it in turns, so the next people should all be fine too." "Really? Then I'll try going next." "Ahem, about that. Could I go along too?" At Kim Seok-hyeong's clearing of his throat, both pairs of eyes turned toward him in unison. Even at the look that seemed to say 'But who is this old man?', Kim Seok-hyeong didn't back down. You can't succeed as a businessman without being thick-skinned. "Please. I'm a bit scared to go alone." The black-haired girl called Hanamori showed signs of slight wariness, but the brown-haired girl readily nodded. "Is it okay? Hinosaka?" "It's fine. You said Hanamori sorted everything out, right? Grandpa, let's go together." "Yes, thank you." Entering the Hall of Wisdom with Hinosaka, Kim Seok-hyeong inwardly swallowed nervously. The first things that caught his eye were two things. Mirror fragments. And blood. The room was filled with an overwhelmingly large number of mirrors everywhere, but strangely, only the area around the entrance had no mirrors and was empty. Instead, broken mirror fragments and what looked like bloodstains were left in abundance in that spot. To Kim Seok-hyeong's eyes, it looked exactly like someone had hurriedly cleaned up a crime scene but ran out of time and left it behind. "Uh... they're all bowing their heads deeply?" At Hinosaka's words, Kim Seok-hyeong carefully checked the appearance of the mirrors. It was just as she said. The beings in the mirrors, who should have mimicked visitors as closely as possible to confuse them, were all - as if by agreement - either bowing their heads down, closing their eyes, or covering their faces completely with masks or something similar. Even their postures were such that they raised one hand to point somewhere or made arrows with their bodies, to the point where it would be harder to confuse them with the real mirror. Following their guidance and moving according to the arrows, the real mirror appeared, and when he made eye contact with that mirror, someone placed a stamp near his feet and then disappeared. Kim Seok-hyeong carefully picked it up, and its weight was heavier than most kettlebells. If something like this hit someone on the crown of their head, it would be perfect for killing them. Anyway, after somehow stamping and trying to leave the museum hall, the beings in the mirrors all stood at attention and bowed to see him off. A hollow laugh escaped from Kim Seok-hyeong's mouth. After opening the door and coming out, several visitors spoke to him. It seemed they thought his words were more credible than those of young girls. Or perhaps they wanted to believe that. "Elder sir. Are you alright? Really nothing happened?" Kim Seok-hyeong answered while recalling the manual he had seen earlier. "It's fine. As long as you don't deliberately provoke them, it should be okay." After finishing his answer, Kim Seok-hyeong went straight to the black-haired girl and said. "Thank you so much, thanks to you I survived." "Oh, no. It's not even over yet, so..." "Right. But if we safely get out... are you interested in something like a foundation scholarship? Or just personal sponsorship would be fine too. Take your time to decide." "Huh?"