All Chapters of Guide Me, Claim Me: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The sun had begun to set by the time we returned to the outskirts of the Guild HQ. The horizon was bathed in a golden glow, a stark contrast to the unease settling over me. Minseok walked ahead, his usual composure unwavering, while Jihoon clung close to my side. His small hand occasionally brushed against mine, a silent plea for reassurance. The gates loomed ahead, and as they opened to admit us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The Guild courtyard, typically bustling with activity, was eerily quiet. “Where is everyone?” Minseok murmured, his hand instinctively hovering near the weapon at his side. Jihoon hesitated, his eyes darting around. “It’s too quiet.” We stepped further in, and the sound of boots clicking against stone echoed unnaturally in the stillness. I glanced at Minseok, who nodded in silent agreement. Something wasn’t right. “Director Yoona should’ve sent someone to debrief us,” I whispered. Minseok’s voice was tense. “Stay alert.” The

The rooftop air was crisp as Jihoon’s breathing evened out. He leaned against me, his small body finally still. The lights of the Guild below sparkled, their hums filling the night like whispered reassurances. Yet, for all their warmth, the darkness encroaching beyond them felt ominous. Jihoon eventually broke the silence. “Do you think there’s a way to fix this? To make me... normal?” I hesitated, caught between the truth and the comfort I wanted to offer. “I think... you’re already more than enough, Jihoon. But if there’s a way to stop this corruption from using you, we’ll find it.” He sniffled, nodding slightly. “I just don’t want to feel like I’m ruining everything.” “You’re not ruining anything,” I said firmly, gripping his shoulder. “Whatever happens, you’ve got me, Minseok, and the entire Guild behind you.” Jihoon nodded again, this time with a little more resolve. Behind us, the door creaked open, and Minseok stepped out. His presence was as steadying as always, th

The team mobilized quickly, engaging the intruders near the compound’s perimeter. The battle was chaotic, the corrupted Espers fighting with reckless abandon. I joined the fray, my energy flaring uncontrollably. “Seojin, focus!” Minseok’s voice rang out, anchoring me briefly. But the corruption was too strong. My attacks became wild, destructive, and I could see the fear in my teammates’ eyes. When the battle finally ended, the compound was in shambles. The corrupted Espers were defeated, but the damage was done. The team avoided my gaze, their unease palpable. --- That night, Minseok confronted me again. This time, I couldn’t hold back. “It’s the corruption,” I admitted, my voice shaking. “It’s inside me. And it’s getting worse.” Minseok’s face paled, but he didn’t flinch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I didn’t want to put you in danger,” I said, my voice breaking. “The monsters know about you. About Dr. Yoona. They threatened you.” His jaw tightened, but his e

The guild's training grounds were alive with activity. The air was filled with the clang of weapons, the crackle of elemental energy, and the rhythmic thuds of bodies hitting the ground. The grounds sprawled out behind the main Guild HQ, separated into sections based on the kind of training each Guide and Sentinel needed. It was both chaotic and perfectly organized, a testament to years of refining the guild's approach to honing its warriors. Today, Minseok had dragged me here before dawn. "You're slipping," he'd said with a grin that hadn't quite reached his eyes. "You need to get back into form." I knew what he really meant. He wanted me sharp, focused. He wanted me ready. "Fine," I’d grumbled, barely awake, "but don’t cry when I beat you into the dirt." The corner of his mouth twitched upward. "We’ll see." ---We started in the combat zone, a large circular arena surrounded by shimmering barriers designed to absorb excess energy. It was already buzzing with other guild me

The war room buzzed with muted voices and the occasional flicker of holograms projecting the mission details. My fingers hovered over the control panel, dragging the map closer to magnify our target zone. The room, dimly lit with a bluish glow, felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. Minseok stood across from me, leaning against the table, his arms crossed as he studied the map in silence. Around us, the strike team waited, their expressions varying between nervous and determined. "Alright," I started, my voice firm to mask the unease brewing inside me. "Here's the situation. The corruption hotspot in Sector 47 is still active, and the monsters patrolling it have escalated their attacks on nearby settlements. We’re going in to assess, eliminate, and, if possible, trace the source of the corruption." Jihoon, who was seated to my left, raised a hand. "Are we sure this isn’t a trap? That last report from the scouts mentioned the enemy patterns shifting unpredictably. It’s al