The awakened individual before me had the codename “Sibyl.”

‘Sibyl? Wasn’t that a prophet from Greco-Roman mythology?’

The name was famous, associated with a mythological female prophet, so widely known that even I, who wasn’t particularly interested in such things, had heard of it. It was a name used for prophetic texts and systems—quite well-known, in other words.

And with a codename like that…

"Don’t tell me her unique ability is…?"
"S-rank. ‘Prophecy.’"

As I suspected. Similar to Kong’s “Future Vision.” My expression grew serious.

‘So that’s why she’s restrained… did she lose her mind from information overload?’

Seeing the future. It sounds like an overpowered ability at first glance, but… as evidenced by Kong only being the 7th in the S-rank, it isn’t that great a power. The human brain can’t handle the vast possibilities of the future.

Even with Kong’s intelligence stat in the upper 9s, he can only glimpse a day into the future at most. For anything beyond that, he’d need days of recovery. Seeing the future has severe drawbacks.

"Did she go mad trying to glimpse the future?"
"Impressive, Sir Yoojin. You catch on quickly."
"Well, seeing someone tied up like that… kind of hard to miss."
"Haha… yes. She repeatedly attempts suicide when she’s not restrained. And communication is impossible."

Unlike Kong, it seemed she had lost her sanity from overusing her ability. I couldn’t help but sigh.

"So, the reason you called me… is pretty obvious. You want me to cure her, don’t you?"
"Exactly."
"*Sigh.*"

So, that’s why the President of the United States himself was here—asking me to treat “Sibyl.”

‘Looks like you broke her by pushing her too hard. Now you want me to fix her. Sure, just say “pretty please.”’

But there was a problem…

‘Status screen.’

-*Ding!*
Stats: Strength [7.66 (+1.34)], Agility [7.24 (+1.34)], Intelligence [4.12], Luck [9.42], Mana [7.20 (+1.34)]

"With my current ability… this would be a bit of a stretch."

Despite my recent growth, curing an S-rank awakener was a bit much.

Between three weeks of continuous gate training, an S-rank gate conquest, and the growth boost from the “Heavenly Spring,” I’d managed to reach around mid-B-rank… but still, this was an S-rank. And one who couldn’t communicate at all.

Even for me, this would be tough.

"I’m sorry, but I’ll have to decline…."

-*Bows deeply.*

"If you succeed in treating her, I’ll give you anything you want."
"…Anything?"
"Yes. We estimate her strategic value at approximately one trillion dollars. If you cure her, we’re willing to provide Sir Yoojin with equivalent compensation in installments."

I’d been about to refuse, but… capitalism was proving rather attractive.

I hesitated, deep in thought.

‘Money, I already have enough of… but “equivalent compensation?”’

-*Glancing around.*

"Could that compensation possibly include media influence?"
"…Excuse me?"
"So that even if I become the most hated person on Earth, I won’t actually take any heat."

The reason I was considering this was simple: my wives.

It bothered me that my harem situation might make my wives targets of undeserved criticism… but now the President of the United States, the ultimate “server admin” on Earth, was offering to back me up?

It was too tempting to pass up. Any questionable motives on his part or the global consequences of his request felt trivial by comparison.

"Interesting… more cunning than I expected."
"Sorry?"
"Nothing. I’ll draft a classified agreement for you, so there’s no need to worry."

Hearing my terms, the President let out a faint smile. There was something troubled in his expression, though.

* * *

Kendrick Morrison, the 45th President of the United States. Meeting Yoojin in person had been a significant gamble.

An ordinary person could be hypnotized just by making eye contact with him. As President of the United States, Morrison should have been avoiding Yoojin at all costs.

Even the knowledge that he had met Yoojin would end his political career. Whether Yoojin had actually hypnotized him or not, the public would automatically assume so. And there would be no way to disprove it.

Even so, he had met with Yoojin in secret, because…

‘If it’s kept secret, it isn’t a crime.’

If his career would only be over if people found out, then the solution was simply to avoid discovery. Discreetly meeting Yoojin posed no issue in his view. The timing of Yoojin’s visit to the White House had only made it easier.

Besides, hypnosis? That upstanding young man wouldn’t try to hypnotize an old guy like him. If Yoojin was that type, he would’ve done far more with the young women around him already.

In the President’s mind, Yoojin was practically a saint.

[Could you influence public opinion? So that even if I became the most hated person…]

‘…It seems I misjudged him. This young man is more cunning than I’d thought.’

His assessment of Yoojin had dropped slightly upon meeting him.

Offering Yoojin anything he wanted, and then hearing this proposal… it was essentially asking him to cover up anything Yoojin did, even if it were something as severe as murder.

In Morrison’s mind, it seemed the only reason someone would need to make such a request was to cover up something truly reprehensible. He couldn’t help but wonder what horrifying plans Yoojin might have in store.

‘For now, I’ll play along… but you can’t block the sun with your hand, Sir Yoojin.’

-*Snickering internally.*

‘With Suguru and now the President of the United States on my side, I’ll have less trouble if I want to build a harem!’

In reality, the worst thing he’d do was arrange a consensual harem, but still.

And so, President Morrison reluctantly signed the agreement.

In exchange for treating the individual known as “Sibyl,” the U.S. government would assist Awakened Yoojin Seo in concealing and blocking any information he requested. The CIA and NSA would be brought in to ensure it.

Yoojin felt fully committed to the task.

"*Ahem.* So… how long has she been like this?"
"We have a summary in Korean. Here, take a look."
"*Hmm~.*"

I flipped through the file the President handed me.

‘Ten weeks ago, so she lost her mind right around when I was busy slashing my wrists.’

The contents could be summarized as follows:

Codename “Sibyl.”
An S-rank ability user discovered two years ago at the Philadelphia Academy and brought to the U.S. under strict secrecy. Her unique ability is “Prophecy”—she can foresee certain future events.

‘So, unlike Kong, she can’t see details. That would make it easier on the brain.’

The key difference from Kong’s Future Vision was its effect.

Kong could see his own future, whereas she observed future “events.” Unlike Kong, who could change outcomes through his actions, her visions were unaffected by her actions, which meant less mental strain. She could even predict events ten years out.

"So why didn’t she see the Washington gate disaster?"
"She probably knew about it. She just couldn’t communicate it to us."

The strange part was her limitations, which differed from Kong’s.

Sibyl couldn’t freely disclose her visions.

When she revealed anything about the “future” she saw, it placed an extreme burden on her, as if suffering the penalty mythical prophets faced when they revealed divine secrets.

To what extent? B-rank gates were fine… but just one warning about an A-rank gate would leave her bedridden for a week. If she revealed something specific about an S-rank gate, even just the date, she’d be on the brink of death.

"She could vaguely hint at things, but…."

[In the heart of liberty, when the sun traces its seventh orbit, the stars will cease to dance, and white banners will be stained with blood.]

"A bit too much, huh? This was the Korean translation. It was originally encrypted, too."

This was why her power wasn’t all-powerful.

When it came to S-rank gates, she couldn’t even specify the when, where, or what.

Yoojin looked at her with a touch of pity. In some ways, she reminded him of himself.

‘I can’t even tell people I came from the future, and she has to watch everything happen while unable to warn anyone. Poor thing.’

-*Shaking his head.*

"Is there no way to treat her?"

The President’s shoulders slumped. It pained him to think of Sibyl, whom he cherished almost like a daughter, living out her days as a broken soul.

"Well… as Awakener Seol Hayeon always says, ‘If it doesn’t work, make it work.’"
"Does that mean…?"
"I’ll give it a shot. Curing her."
"……!!!"

At Yoojin’s nonchalant words, the President lit up with hope.

"Thank you! Anything you need… I’ll do whatever I can."
"Could you… bind yourself over there for a moment?"
"What? But… why?"

The President’s relief quickly turned to confusion.

Before him, Yoojin’s golden eyes shifted towards Sibyl, who had been sitting there motionless, lost in her own world, sketching

 absentmindedly.

"As much as I hate to do this… it’s necessary. For her sake."
"…Alright."

With a solemn nod, the President agreed. After all, Yoojin could’ve already hypnotized him if he’d wanted to, right? This must truly be a part of the treatment.

Thus, the President of the United States was soon restrained for the first time in his life.

"I can’t move… so, what now?"
"Just stay still."

-*Slip, fasten.*

"Agh…"

The upstanding youth got to his feet, advancing towards Sibyl with a new goal in mind.

His hand held an extra restraint belt.

"Let’s make sure she’s nice and secure for this~."

-*Tighten, tighten.*

"Mmmm… gmmmph!"

Resisting was futile as her wrists and ankles were bound tightly, rendering her immobile.

Finally…

"I’ll just take this gag off~."
"…That’s not advisable. She might immediately try to harm herself."
"It’s okay."

-*Slide.*

The gag, which had been preventing her from biting down on her tongue, was removed, freeing her mouth.

Immediately, she attempted to bite down hard… but a foreign object entered her mouth, stopping her.

Sibyl’s unseeing, golden eyes finally focused, meeting Yoojin’s gaze.

-*Ding.*

[The 'Indomitable' trait’s effect activates…]

"What a naughty girl. Show your teeth like that, and your future boyfriend won’t be happy~."
"Sir Yoojin…?"
"Watch from over there, will you?"

Ignoring the President’s questioning gaze, Yoojin set to work. His fingers moved through her mouth without hesitation, as if it was his own domain.

For a full ten minutes, a strange, slightly indecent sound filled the room, until her jaw slackened and she hung limp.

"Mmm… nnngh."

-*Wet smack.*

"Sir Yoojin…?"

At last, Yoojin’s saliva-covered fingers withdrew, leaving a fine line of silver trailing from his fingertips to her lips, finally falling to her chest.

And, with a slight smirk, Yoojin reached for…

-*Ziiip.*

"…Nnnngh?"
"Sir Yoojin?!"

—unzipping her restraint suit completely, revealing a physique befitting her Western lineage.

-*Grin.*

"Alright, missy, let’s take good care of you, shall we~?"

For the first time since his regression, the “Hypnosis and Breeding Gentleman” lived up to his title.