1 Second Invincibility in the Game Chapter 143

Novel: 1 Second Invincibility in the Game Author: 젤리포 Updated: Jun 19, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 143 from 1 Second Invincibility in the Game, a Adventure novel by 젤리포.

Eric walked down the hallway, carrying a thick stack of docunts.

What he held in his hands were proposals he had long believed would be beneficial to the students if implented during his ti in school.

Rembering his past struggles, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.

“Heh heh, back then, I never could have imagined this,” he muttered.

The whole reason he had aid for a position in the Ten Elites was for this very purpose.

But the wall of reality had been high, and once he finally got the position, a corrupt regi had blocked his path again.

However, thanks to the man who had just enrolled, everything had started moving in the right direction.

“Things are finally back on track,” Eric thought as he headed toward the Ten Elites lounge, excited for the upcoming eting.

On his way, he ran into Berthnal. It wasn’t just a coincidence.

Berthnal was likely also on his way to the eting at the appointed ti.

“Hey, Eric, heading to the lounge?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go together then.”

They walked in silence for a while before Berthnal glanced around.

Seeing no one nearby, he spoke cautiously.

“Eric, I’ve been thinking it over, and you’re right about that Hersel kid. He really does seem to be aiming for the student council president’s seat.”

Eric chuckled softly.

Berthnal had dismissed his words as nonsense before, but now he believed them.

It was probably because Berthnal had seen undeniable proof.

“I told you, Berthnal. He’s not after the Ten Elites.”

“Yeah, you did.”

If Hersel was gunning for the president’s seat, he absolutely shouldn’t be part of the Ten Elites at this point in ti.

The next election was a year away. It was far too early to stand out.

“If he had ousted Kerndel, it would have made him appear hostile in the eyes of the student council. That idiot may be a fool, but he always followed orders.”

If Hersel made himself a target too early, he would definitely face opposition.

Over the next year, they would take steps to ensure he couldn’t even run.

“These people are experts in dictatorship. If they see him as a future rival, they’ll cut him down before he has a chance to bloom. Hersel knows this and has acted accordingly.”

Berthnal nodded, his expression grim.

“I know, I know. That’s why he’s acting like he’s not interested in power, right? But behind the scenes, he’ll beco the real power player, taking whatever he can. But Eric, why do you care so much about Hersel becoming president? I know what you’ve been up to. You’ve been secretly digging into the student council, haven’t you? The election will happen after we’ve graduated, so why bother?”

Eric stopped walking and stared into Berthnal’s eyes.

“I just want to leave a gift for the juniors I like.”

Berthnal chuckled and patted Eric on the back.

“Yeah, but still, be careful. You’ve held out for over two years, right? There’s not much ti left. You want to graduate safely, don’t you?”

“I’ll be careful.”

They were almost at the Ten Elites lounge when the door opened, and Mircel ca out yawning.

“Yawn…”

Eric looked at him curiously and asked,

“Where are you going? The eting is about to start.”

“Oh? Ah. I quit. I don’t even know what this place is about, and it’s boring.”

“What? Without you, we lose a vote, and that’s a problem.”

Eric reminded the younger boy of his position.

But at Mircel’s next words, he simply nodded.

“But my big brother said I could quit whenever I wanted. And don’t worry, if those guys get on my nerves, I’ll just tell him everything.”

“I see. Then you can quit. Farewell, little brother of Hersel.”

Mircel scratched his shoulder and walked away.

Berthnal, watching the boy’s back, asked with concern,

“Dorosian’s seat is empty, and so is Ninth’s. If his seat is vacant, that’s three abstentions. They have four votes, and even with Erucel, we only have three. Is this really okay?”

Eric scoffed.

“Still don’t get it? Berthnal, Hersel told them to co directly to him if they had complaints. That holds significant aning.”

“aning?”

“Heh, Hersel is intending to make us his representatives, and with a very profound intention behind it.”

Berthnal listened closely, but as Eric continued, chills ran down his spine.

“Hersel believes it’s not the right ti to act, so he’s hiding in the shadows. Since he can’t reveal his teeth publicly, he needs pawns like us! Even to prevent soone like Kerndel from dreaming of rebellion beforehand! Be amazed, Berthnal. How brilliant is this strategy!!”

Sweat dripped down Berthnal’s forehead. Eric’s expression resembled that of a fanatical cultist.

He hadn’t been like this last year, but ever since becoming a third-year, there was a strange madness about him.

“…You might be overanalyzing things a bit, but alright, I get it.”

Berthnal gave Eric a look that said he thought he was crazy as they entered the lounge.

‘Eric, this guy. I always thought he was diligent and smart, but ever since becoming a third-year, his mind seems to have gone off the rails.’

As they approached their seats, Kerndel greeted them with a displeased face.

“Hmph, how dare you be late.”

“Shut up, Kerndel,” Berthnal replied coldly, venting his pent-up frustrations.

Kerndel opened his eyes wide in surprise, clearly not expecting such a retort.

“What-what? How dare soone like Berthnal speak to like that?”

“Hmph, a toothless tiger still has pride, huh? Why don’t you stop provoking people and just keep your mouth shut?”

Kerndel gritted his teeth.

He was about to rise from his seat and lash out, but Eric patted Berthnal on the shoulder and shook his head.

“That’s not quite right, Berthnal. If you have power, you should act with decorum.”

“Huh?”

“Let show you an example.”

Eric, leaving a puzzled Berthnal behind, raised his hand.

“I will now propose an agenda. The agenda is to impose a gag order on Kerndel. Those in favor, please raise your hands.”

Berthnal quickly caught on to Eric’s intention and raised his hand, though Kerndel looked startled for a mont.

Erucel, who was nearby, also raised his hand with a bewildered expression.

“This seems a bit strange, but, ahem.”

Kerndel forced a smile, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Heh heh, you’re not seriously considering this ridiculous proposal, are you?”

Kerndel’s words were t with uncomfortable glances exchanged between the remaining mbers.

Eric, unfazed, humd and picked up his pen.

“Hmm, three vacant seats. Three in favor. Four against…”

“H-hey, Eric, that’s enough joking around,” Kerndel said, but Eric ignored him and scanned the faces of those who had opposed.

“Four opposed… Perhaps I should interpret this as treachery. I think I’ll report this to Hersel.”

As Eric began to write, the mbers who hadn’t raised their hands flinched and quickly shot their hands up.

“W-wait! I had a cramp in my arm. I’m in favor, I’m in favor!”

“ too, too!”

Eric paused his writing and corrected the tally to reflect the three additional votes in favor.

Thus, the proposal was drafted.

“Here, Kerndel.”

When Eric handed over the draft, Kerndel asked in a shaky voice,

“W-what is this?”

“It’s tradition for the First Seat to deliver proposals. Isn’t that your job as the First Seat?”

“…Y-you’re serious? You want to personally deliver this absurd rule to silence ?”

Eric nodded seriously, and Berthnal grinned as he watched.

‘It feels like we’re starting a new dictatorship… but sohow, it doesn’t feel that bad.’

***

Interestingly, there was one class taught directly by a student.

It was a class on divinity.

This practice had been in place ever since priests from the Sun Cult monopolized positions within the student council.

Of course, their purpose was proselytization.

It’s absurd that such a cult would pull this nonsense even in the academy. Truly ridiculous.

“Well, then.”

A man dressed in a robe with a bluish glow opened a book. He was a mber of the student council.

“Today’s lesson will be about the ‘Arrogant Immortal.'”

As is common with religious texts, the lesson began with the story of a mythical figure.

Long ago, there was such a person who, foolishly, made various mistakes—one of those all-too-familiar tales.

It’s one of those rare tis when sleeping is allowed.

Already exhausted from early morning training, I wondered if I should take a quick nap.

“After completing his task, he beca a demigod and swore loyalty to the gods, but foolishly, he was not satisfied and dared to rebel…”

Half-listening to the priest’s voice like a lullaby, I half-closed my eyes and checked if Dorosian was around.

Of course, she wasn’t. The girl who often skipped out wouldn’t be interested in a class like this.

Relieved, I was about to let myself drift off.

“Is that true? A skull, you say? Did soone kill soone and bury the body?”

So people, apparently unable to sleep, started whispering.

“They say it’s not human; it has horns on its head. It even has wings and a tailbone.”

It seed Professor Gomon had discovered it.

“No way, could it really be true? Isn’t soone just playing a prank?”

“Well, this place is full of pranksters. Soone probably set it up to ss with Professor Gomon.”

Haha, it’d be nice if it were fake, but apparently, it’s real.

“But if it is real, wouldn’t that be kind of exciting? There’s even a rumor that it’s the legendary demon, a succubus.”

“Oh, now that you ntion it, yeah? Horns, wings, tail—it’s all stuff you see in literature, right? They say she gives you erotic dreams and sucks out your energy as paynt. Haha.”

When you think of a succubus, that’s the typical image.

A seductive demon who takes your life force in exchange for a blissful dream.

But that’s just fiction created from n’s fantasies.

In reality, it’s more like…

A hypnotist who makes reality feel like a dream, preventing proper judgnt even when sothing abnormal happens.

Even though it’s already dead, its lingering thoughts, ford by self-hypnosis, are set to cause havoc again.

Its goal is to use the dreams of foolish humans as nourishnt and make its dream world manifest in reality.

This event also involved finding a hidden item, so participating might not be a bad idea.

I should probably get prepared before evening falls.

***

The dormitory is always packed with people on rainy days.

Shaking off the raindrops, I stepped into the lobby and was greeted by the ridiculous antics of Makdal and Ricks.

“Physical telekinesis magic!”

“Ugh!”

Makdal hit Ricks with his staff, sending him rolling across the floor.

Then, coughing, he muttered sothing that sounded vaguely familiar.

“M-magic? Ugh… but… you just hit with your staff…”

They were clearly imitating the duel between and Kerndel.

“Hahaha, if this is magic, then are knights also magicians? It’s all the sa when you win with force!”

These guys, acting so childish.

I approached the two of them.

“Indeed, I don’t think so either. Senior Makdal, physical telekinesis is a proper form of magic that uses mana.”

“W-what? Ricks, why are you suddenly talking like Lord Hersel… W-wait.”

Sensing sothing was off, Makdal quickly turned his head.

“Gasp!”

“Would you like to learn what real physical telekinesis magic feels like?”

“N-no, I’m fine.”

I walked past the frightened Makdal.

Then I thought about soone who hadn’t been around much lately and asked,

“By the way, senior, have you seen Limberton? I haven’t seen him around recently.”

“Oh, that guy? Lately, he’s been hanging around with a girl from the Buerger Hall. After all that ti searching for a partner, it seems he’s finally found one. Hahaha.”

Limberton, with a girl?

“…You’re joking, right? There’s no way that’s possible.”

“No, seriously, Hersel. I saw it too.”

“Really? Ricks?”

“He even bragged to about going to the club floor with her.”

There’s no way.

Limberton is destined to graduate from the academy solo.

Could there be a serious error in the scenario?

“When did he go there?”

I asked, and Ricks glanced at the clock.

“About five minutes ago?”

“Got it.”

I imdiately headed to the club floor.

Limberton was the only one who could still have enough ti to align with the current scenario.

Aslay was busy with after-school supplental lessons today.

Mircel had transferred in and was still catching up on his studies.

And now, this guy is filming so kind of romantic campus scene by himself? I can’t allow that.

I passed the fortress and arrived at the club floor.

After scanning the area with sharp eyes, I spotted Limberton chatting with a girl carrying a shopping bag.

‘Isn’t that the girl from the banquet?’

‘Hmm. She does look familiar, Hersel.’

‘That idiot… I even warned him that she seed like the kind of girl who’d just take his money.’

Limberton had a lot of coins.

Plus, he’d gained so recognition due to his recent exploits.

Still, his creepy habits remained, and the won around here wouldn’t consider him a romantic option.

But what do I do now?

Now that I’m here, my head feels muddled.

This must be the mont he’s been dreaming of his whole life.

It’s obvious he won’t listen to a word I say.

Even if I forcibly pull them apart, that gold-digger girl isn’t going to just sit by and let it happen.

Maybe I should just give up and look for soone else…

Sighing deeply, I turned to leave.

Then, I felt a sharp poke on my back. It was Silla, the girl who could easily draw anyone’s gaze.

With a frown on her face, she was staring intently at Limberton and the girl beside him, and she asked, “Are you just going to leave that alone?”

“What do you an?”

“Look at her. It’s obvious she’s planning to take advantage of him, and that idiot is just grinning like a fool.”

“So what?”

I asked with a dull expression, and Silla’s eyes widened in irritation.

“He’s your friend, isn’t he? Shouldn’t you be doing sothing about it?”

“I know him better than you do. Right now, it wouldn’t matter what I say to him.”

“Still, I suppose it’s better this way. Maybe after getting burned this ti, he’ll finally wake up.”

Letting him learn how to judge won better through this experience might not be such a bad thing.

Suddenly, I grew curious and asked Silla, “By the way, did you follow them just to watch?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Do you think I’m the kind of person who has ti to watch soone like that?”

“Well, it looked that way, so I asked.”

“I’m waiting here for Leana. Then I just happened to see them pass by.”

“Ah, is that so?”

I took my eyes off Silla, who was still fuming, and continued walking.

I should focus on my own tasks.

Is there anyone suitable to join in searching for the hidden treasure?

“Let’s see…”

The magic departnt students at the Adele Hall are busy with special lessons, and Ricks has his role in the Schlaphe Hall, so he’s out.

Erucel suddenly took up art.

Riamon is around, but he’s not a key player in this scenario, so who knows where he’s wandering off to.

I pulled out my pocket watch.

Tick-tock.

Damn, there’s less than 30 minutes until the scenario starts.

Soon, the sun will set, and the succubus hidden in Professor Gomon’s lab will begin spreading sleep gas across the Frost Heart building.

“Guess I have no choice. I’ll have to find Riamon while there’s still ti.”

***

Limberton was still fixated on the girl from the Buerger Hall.

Silla, who had been watching him with disdain, turned her head at a voice beside her.

“Sorry for making you wait, Silla. I would’ve co sooner if I knew you’d be here.”

“It’s fine. I ca early without saying anything. But, Leana.”

“Hmm?”

Silla smirked and pointed upward.

“Let’s head upstairs. How about the café? My treat.”

Leana, looking a bit confused, nodded in agreent.

Silla led Leana to the café. The door’s bell chid as they entered, and Selly greeted them warmly.

“Oh, welco, Lady Silla. Lady Leana.”

They ordered their usual tea and snacks and took a seat.

Perhaps seeing Hersel earlier had reminded Silla of his servant, Selly, and a mischievous smile crept across her face.

She started with a teasing comnt.

“Did you see your husband earlier?”

But Leana simply smiled softly.

“Oh? What was Hersel up to?”

Her answer was playful, showing that she wasn’t going to fall for it.

She must have learned by now that going along with Silla’s pace would lead to trouble.

“What’s with that reaction? No fun.”

“I don’t fall for it anymore. And you really should stop saying things like that. Do you know what kind of family the Tenest family is…? Even though I know you’re joking, it’s still quite overwhelming.”

Silla bit into a cookie with a grumpy expression.

‘Judging by her reaction, it seems like she’s secretly bothered by it… or maybe she’s not even aware of it?’

As Silla stared at her, Leana covered a yawn with her hand.

Silla, feeling tired herself, sipped her tea.

Just then, there was a loud thud followed by the sound of glass shattering.

Crash!

The people around them had collapsed onto their tables.

Leana, too, slumped forward.

Thud!

“Huh? Leana, you…”

Silla, her eyes half-closed, tried to shake Leana’s shoulder, but her body grew heavy, making it impossible to move.

Thud!