The following afternoon. Yun-jae and Seo-yeon stood before the cafe designated by A-12. It was tucked away in a quiet alley, its signage so small it was almost invisible to a casual passerby.

  Before entering, Seo-yeon looked at Yun-jae. "Should I record this?" "It won't matter," Yun-jae replied. "That man won't say a single word that could be used as evidence."

  They pushed the door open.

  A-12 was already there. Two cups of coffee sat on a table by the window.

  "It’s been a while, Mr. Han Yun-jae." He wore the same smile as before. It was the same calm, practiced expression he had used during Yun-jae’s 're-education.'

  "And a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lee Seo-yeon."

  Seo-yeon sat down without a word. She pulled her laptop from her bag and flipped it open. A-12 watched her with amused interest.

  "Are you planning to record our conversation?" "If necessary," she replied curtly. "Good. Do as you please."

  After a momentary silence, Yun-jae broke the ice. "Why did you agree to meet?" "Didn't you contact me because you were curious?" "...I did." "Then there’s your answer."

  A-12 took a sip of his coffee. "I’ll start with a question. What exactly do you want to know?" Seo-yeon turned her laptop screen toward him. The master list of 3,870 names was displayed.

  "This." "Ah, you found it." A-12 wasn't surprised. "Impressive. I thought it would take you three years, but you did it in three days."

  Seo-yeon pressed him. "You knew about this list?" "Of course. I’m the one who built the system."

  Yun-jae felt a surge of cold fury, but A-12 remained infuriatingly composed. "Academic Solutions," Seo-yeon said. "Did you run it?" "I didn't run it. I managed it," A-12 said, tapping his fingers on the table. "I was the one who decided who went where and assigned tasks to specific people. I was the organizer." "Then who was the owner?" "You'll find that out later," A-12 smiled. "For now, I’ll tell you only what you need to know."

  He turned his gaze back to Yun-jae. "Do you remember your re-education?"

  Yun-jae thought back to that month. The twice-weekly consultations. The soft lighting. The comfortable chairs. The soothing voice that told him: "What you're doing is justified." "This is necessary for society." "No one gets hurt."

  "What was that, really?" Yun-jae asked. "A psychological justification program," A-12 replied. "A process to eliminate guilt. Or, more accurately, to reposition it." "...What does that mean?" "Making you believe you aren't doing anything wrong. Whether it’s actually wrong or not doesn't matter. What matters is that you believe it."

  Seo-yeon interjected. "Did everyone go through this?" "Everyone," A-12 nodded. "Writers, reviewers, data analysts, citation specialists. Anyone who entered the system had to pass through that door."

  Yun-jae felt sick. "So... I was manipulated." "I prefer the term 'calibrated,'" A-12 smiled. "You’re a good man, Yun-jae. That’s why you felt guilt and suspicion. Re-education was simply a way to alleviate that burden so you could function."

  "How kind of you," Seo-yeon remarked icily. "It wasn't kindness; it was a necessity." A-12 looked at her. "Someone with Yun-jae’s background and talent for refining prose is rare. We couldn't afford to lose an asset like him to his own conscience."

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  Yun-jae took a bitter sip of coffee. "So the hospital bills, the re-education—it was all a setup from the start?" "Think of it as a flow," A-12 said. "We gave you what you needed, and you gave us what we needed. It was a fair trade." "Fair?" Yun-jae’s voice shook. "You kept me in the dark about what I was doing and the consequences it would have!" "If you had known, you wouldn't have done it," A-12 replied simply. "So we made sure you wouldn't notice."

  Seo-yeon opened her notebook to a list of prepared questions. "Explain the system structure." "Direct and to the point. I like it." A-12 took a napkin and drew three squares.

  [Stage 1] → [Stage 2] → [Stage 3]

  "Stage 1: The Writers. People like Yun-jae, who actually churn out the content. 100 pages in 72 hours." He pointed to the second square. "Stage 2: The Reviewers. The ones who polish the prose to match the intent and tone of the client." "And Stage 3..." A-12 paused. "The Clients. The 3,870 people who needed their degrees."

  Seo-yeon asked, "And where do you fit in?" "I stand between the doors." A-12 drew small circles between the squares. "The one who decides who moves to Stage 1 or Stage 2. That’s me."

  "Why build this?" Yun-jae asked. "I didn't build it," A-12 shook his head. "It already existed. I just turned it into a high-performance machine." "Who started it?" "Curious?" A-12 laughed. "I could tell you, but you wouldn't believe me. It was the Stage 3 people. The ones who needed the degrees. They provided the capital, and we provided the method."

  Yun-jae wanted to verify one thing. "So the clients are the owners?" "There is a true owner, but the clients are the vital organs of the system," A-12 explained. "Take that man you found, Jung Min-su. He was a client. But he became a collaborator. He’s much more useful to us inside the government. He protects the system because the system protects his fake degree."

  Seo-yeon’s face paled. "So that’s why he ignored my brother..." "Exactly. He couldn't help your brother without exposing himself."

  Yun-jae brought up his father. "My father’s surgery fees." "Ah, you caught on," A-12 said. "You earned that money. The 15 million, the 10 million... even the 35 million from Jeong Woo-jin." "But..." "That wasn't the end of it." A-12 leaned in. "Do you remember when the surgery was put on hold?"

  Yun-jae remembered the panic. The hospital calling to say the 'foundation' needed a re-evaluation. "That was us," A-12 said casually. "We knew you’d find a way to get the money eventually. So we moved to a more effective method of control: Approval Power."

  Seo-yeon gasped. "You controlled the foundation?" "Hospital foundations, medical subsidy programs, surgery scheduling... we have a hand in all of it. Money means nothing if we don't grant the approval."

  Yun-jae’s hands shook violently. "So my father’s life..." "We approved it," A-12 nodded. "Just like it said on that internal memo: 'Funding will only persist upon the cooperation of A-73.'"

  "If I hadn't cooperated..." "The surgery would have been cancelled," A-12 said flatly. "It was never about the money. It was about making sure you understood that you could never leave."

  "You used my father as a hostage," Yun-jae whispered. "Hostage is such a harsh word," A-12 smiled. "We simply clarified your choices. Cooperate, and your father lives. Refuse, and he dies. It’s remarkably efficient."

  Yun-jae was speechless. "The surgery went well, didn't it?" A-12 asked. "...Yes." "I’m glad. It was only possible because of your cooperation."

  Seo-yeon asked, "And now? Are you still holding his health over us?" "Oh, not anymore," A-12 waved it off. "The surgery is over, and he’s recovering. There’s no need to press that button again." "Then what do you use now?" "Pressure isn't necessary," A-12 smiled. "You’re already part of the system, Yun-jae. You’ll cooperate even without the threats. Won't you?"

  A-12 stood up. "That’s enough for today." "Wait," Seo-yeon called out. "Why are you telling us all this?" "Because I want you to find the right people." "...What?" "If you want to move to Stage 2, I can introduce you." A-12 placed a business card on the table. "You want to meet the people who actually wrote those theses, don't you?"

  "Why help us?" Yun-jae asked. "I’m not helping you," A-12 said, walking toward the door. "I just want to see if you can make it all the way to Stage 3." "If you can even survive that far."

  The door closed. They were alone. Seo-yeon picked up the card. It had no name, no company—just a phone number.

  "What do we do?" she asked.

  Yun-jae looked at the napkin sketch. Three squares. He was in the first one. "We go," Yun-jae said. "Stage 2, Stage 3... we go to the very end."

  Outside, the sun was setting, casting long, ominous shadows over the city.

  'Approval Power.' In a bureaucracy, you can have all the money in the world, but if the system refuses to "approve" your existence, you are effectively powerless. A-12 isn't just a villain; he’s a gardener who prunes the "weeds" of conscience to keep the system growing.

  Question for the readers: If you were in Yun-jae’s shoes—knowing now that your father's life wasn't just bought, but held as a "logical choice" by the system—would you keep trying to tear it down, or would you become the perfect "calibrated" asset to ensure his safety?

  Coming up in EP.25: We head into the belly of the beast. We’ve seen the Architect; now it’s time to meet the Writers—the people who actually churn out 100 pages in 72 hours. It’s not a library; it’s a factory.

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