Chapter 51

Swish, swish, swish!

Swords, axes, maces.

Dozens of weapons poured down like rain. But I could see every one of them clearly—where each attack was headed, and how.

I slipped through the gaps.

Slice—

It started with me taking the head off a C-rank monster, a Lizardman Warrior. The instant the spearhead drew a semicircle, blood spurted in every direction.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

System

• You defeated Lv. 40 Lizardman Warrior!

• You defeated Lv. 41 Swamp Lizardman!

• You defeated Lv. 40 Swamp Lizardman…

• Keeee…

The survivors hesitated and backed away. The same creatures that had been pouring out killing intent at the enemy of their kin were now trembling with fear.

But that lasted only a moment.

• Gwoooaar!

System

• Boss Monster, Lv. 52 Lizardman Great Chieftain, has appeared!

• Uses Skill Battle Cry!

A frame at least twice as large as the others. The roar of the Lizardman Chieftain, gigantic mace in hand, exploded through the air. The Lizardmen that had been backing away came to their senses at their leader’s appearance and formed ranks.

I was wondering why this was wrapping up so easily.

Team Leader Choi’s unhurried voice came from behind me.

“Can you handle it?”

“Is that something someone who hasn’t lifted a finger for days should be asking?”

“This is a different story. It’s a C-rank Gate.”

“Then help, why don’t you.”

Team Leader Choi thought it over before answering.

“I don’t think I can. I wore a limited edition today. It’d break my heart if blood splattered on it.”

“……Should I make it hurt for real?”

The longer we talked, the more my gut burned and the back of my head throbbed, like I’d taken internal injuries. Fighting monsters would have been better.

As I took a long stride forward, Team Leader Choi tossed out a single line.

“Retreat is another option.”

The man standing behind me with his arms folded so blood wouldn’t splatter on his limited-edition Equipment had said something pretty sensible.

A punchable kind of sensible.

And then…

“Why bother, when there’s a better way?”

Ahead of us, the monsters were surging forward like a wave, led by the Lizardman Great Chieftain. C- and D-rank monsters mixed together—a force an ordinary C-rank Hunter wouldn’t even dream of facing.

An ordinary C-rank Hunter, that is.

Status Window, open.

Ding.

The System answered at once.

A week had passed since I’d started Hunter work again. On the Status Window, the number 40 and the line written at the very bottom were shining bright.

System

• Remaining Points: 100

Since returning to reality, I hadn’t spent a single Remaining Point. Purely out of curiosity.

How far can I go as I am now?

But hoarding them any further would be reckless.

Assign 30 each to Strength and Stamina. Assign 40 to Agility.

The next moment, my Remaining Points hit zero.

In exchange, new power surged up from deep inside me. A different me from the Jin Taekyung of only a few seconds ago was standing here now.

Yeah. This is it.

My body was still shivering with exhilaration when—

• Gwaaaar!

The Lizardman Great Chieftain charged with a roar. I thrust my spear toward the gigantic mace that cast a shadow over me.

“One Flash.”

At the spearhead, a path through the wind opened.

“Hah.”

Team Leader Choi—Choi Minwoo—let out a hollow laugh.

A dense fog of blood wrapped the wetlands, and beneath it the monsters’ corpses lay sprawled.

What the hell…

Dozens of monsters, the boss included, had been slaughtered in an instant. All of it had come from the spear-tip of a C-rank Hunter who had reawakened only a few days ago.

Is something like this even possible?

It was a question he had carried since the day he first met Jin Taekyung.

That day, they had gone to an E-rank Gate without much thought. There, Taekyung had overwhelmingly overpowered a Rare Monster that normally took a couple of C-rank Hunters to bring down.

And on top of that, the strength he had shown over the past few days was…

Calling him a C-rank Hunter is a joke.

The reason Choi had started raiding with Taekyung alone was simple.

To see this fascinating man’s limits.

And to keep anyone else from finding out.

But another thought suddenly occurred to him.

Could he be stronger than me…?

No. No.

That was impossible.

Choi Minwoo forced the thought aside. That was when Jin Taekyung entered his vision.

He was clutching the boss monster’s corpse—its upper body gone—and wailing in grief.

“No! My hide! This was expensive!”

……There was no way a guy like that could be.

No. He mustn’t be.

Choi Minwoo suddenly felt cheated.

Burning Friday. Bulgeum, for short.¹

People in their twenties would be drinking in packs and drifting in and out of clubs. I was running Gates with Team Leader Choi.

Once in the morning. Twice in the afternoon.

By the time we finished three C-rank Gates and came back out, it was already dark.

“Good work, young master.”

That face was familiar now. Team Leader Choi called this broad-featured man in his forties that.

“You worked hard too, Mr. Kim.”

Kim the Butler. Not secretary—butler.²

The word was so absurdly unrealistic I thought I’d misheard it at first.

I’ve only ever met church deacons.

Back when I was a snot-nosed kid getting a thousand won a week in allowance, he had been the bastard who forced me to put in a hundred won as a tithe.

Of course, he hadn’t called me young master. When I dug in and refused to pay, he’d even muttered that I was the child of Satan.

And I had been seven—the kind of kid who always asked when he was curious.

Mom. Are you Satan?

Huh? Satan?

Yeah. The church deacon said I was Satan’s child. I’m your kid, so that makes you Satan, right? Right?

That turned my mother into Satan.

I never got to eat the church tteokbokki again,³ and the church deacon nearly went to be with the Lord.

Thinking about it again, my life really was one hell of a variety show.

“Did you have something to say…?”

Butler Kim’s voice pulled me back.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about something else.”

“Let’s call it a day.”

Team Leader Choi had already changed into street clothes. In a thin tailored suit, he looked just like a celebrity.

Life is so damn unfair.

I grumbled inwardly as I started taking off my Equipment. Carefully, of course. I’d looked up the price on the first day, and it was…

Never mind. Let’s not go there.

While Butler Kim took the Equipment and loaded it into the car, I asked Team Leader Choi,

“What time should I come in tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?”

Team Leader Choi asked back, sounding puzzled.

“Today is Friday.”

“Yes.”

“And tomorrow is Saturday.”

“I know Saturday comes after Friday.”

Does he take me for a fucking idiot?

“No, I mean…”

Team Leader Choi furrowed his brow.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to work on the weekend too?”

“……Isn’t that obvious?”

“……”

“……”

Team Leader Choi asked with a shocked look,

“If you don’t take weekends off, when do you rest?”

“Um. When I can’t find work?”

“How often is that?”

“I don’t know. If I take a lot of time off, maybe once a month?”

“You used to belong to a Guild. You worked weekends then too?”

“I did, if there was work.”

“Isn’t that a violation of the Hunter Labor Law?”

Even Team Leader Choi, who seemed perfect, didn’t know one thing.

How the world actually worked.

I chuckled.

“What small or midsize Guild follows that to the letter? They all throw on extra pay and send you out on raids. Worked out for me, anyway.”

“Excuse me? You liked it?”

“I go to the Manpower Office on weekends. Getting extra pay from the Guild beats going there. They paid cash on the spot so there wouldn’t be a record.”

“……”

“That’s just how it is.”

Team Leader Choi shook his head in disbelief.

“Our Guild follows the Labor Law. Provisional contracts are no different.”

That’s a shame. Looks like I’ll have to go to the Manpower Office this weekend.

Team Leader Choi looked at me with that peculiar expression of his as I smacked my lips over the missed chance.

“Why do you go that far?”

“Why?”

“You’re a C-rank Hunter now. You could take it a little easier.”

“That’s…”

Because I don’t know when the System might disappear.

I caught the words before they jumped out of my throat. That was my secret—something I couldn’t tell anyone.

“No particular reason. You have to row when the tide comes in.”

“If you keep working like that, you’ll snap the oars. Think about the people in the boat with you.”

“The people in the boat with me? You, Team Leader?”

“Well, for example…”

Team Leader Choi paused, then went on.

“Your family, perhaps.”

Family.

It was only one word, but warmth seeped into every corner of my body. We talked on the phone now and then, but I hadn’t seen them in more than two months. Counting the time in Murim, it had been three.

Has it already been that long?

Ever since my father died, my life had been a car running uphill.

So I’d had no choice but to keep my foot on the gas. Take it off, and it felt like I’d roll backward. Like the engine might die at any second.

“Anyway, weekends are off. Don’t even think about going to the Manpower Office. Rest. That would be a contract violation.”

“Ah. Right.”

Forcing me to rest this hard… Maybe this guy Choi isn’t such a bad person after all…

No.

I couldn’t let myself get taken in by a little emotional appeal. Not after all the hell I’d gone through on my own.

Team Leader Choi is an exploitative employer. An exploitative employer.

It was obvious he only wanted me resting on the weekend so he could work me to the bone starting next week. The mindset of a slave plantation owner who didn’t want stamina wasted in the wrong places.

What a vicious man.

“Preparations are finished, young master.”

Butler Kim was back from loading the Equipment.

That man’s suffering under an exploitative employer too. It’s almost ten at night, and he still hasn’t gotten off work.

“Ah. What about the thing I mentioned?”

“I brought it.”

“Give it to him.”

At the exploitative employer’s word, Butler Kim held out the small box in his hands.

“Please take this, Hunter.”

To me.

“Huh? Me?”

It looked like a box of tonic drinks. I just blinked at it, then a thought flashed through my head and I asked carefully,

“Don’t tell me this is money?”

“We contracted for weekly pay. Did you forget?”

I had. I’d naturally assumed I’d get it on Sunday.

I took the box with a dazed look. It was heavy.

“Is it usually paid in cash?”

“Of course not.”

“Then…”

“You said you liked cash, Mr. Jin Taekyung. Especially crisp new bills.”

I’d mentioned it in passing yesterday—or the day before. I hadn’t expected it to come back like this.

My opinion of the exploitative employer rose a little.

Of course, the important part’s still left.

Four days of pay, Tuesday through Friday. My first weekly paycheck as a C-rank Hunter.

Of course I couldn’t help looking forward to the amount.

I swallowed and opened my mouth.

“Then how much is all of this…”

“We put in a little more than the contract. The settlement details are inside, so check them. We’ll be going.”

“Until next time, Hunter.”

Team Leader Choi and Butler Kim took off in a flash.

It really did happen in an instant.

I stared after the receding car lights, bewildered, then opened the drink box. In the faint moonlight, thick bundles of bills caught my eye.

One, two, three…

The count stopped at six.

Six bundles of a hundred bills.

In other words, six million won.

“What is this?”

Scam.

The word flashed through my mind, and just as my legs were about to give out—

“Huh?”

Had I seen it wrong? Why were the bills yellowish?

“Wait. Wait a second!”

I focused internal energy into my eyes, and the world in front of me brightened.

Then I saw her.

A kindly smiling woman in a hanbok, right there on the bill.

“Shin Saimdang! Wise mother and virtuous wife! Her son is Yulgok Yi I! Her husband is Yi Wonsu!”

Dialect burst out of me before I knew it.

This was insane. Completely insane.

One bundle was a hundred Shin Saimdang bills. Six of those, so…

“Th-three hundred million!”

This time I couldn’t catch my legs as they gave out. I dropped to my knees hard enough to thud and stared blankly into the drink box.

Under the bundles, a white sheet of paper lined the bottom.

Right. The settlement sheet!

I unfolded the paper in a panic.

It had a complete record of the past four days’ earnings.

Down to the final amount being paid to me.

The settlement says thirty million won?

What? Had I imagined it?

I was confused. Completely confused.

My shaking gaze froze on the last line.

Bonus: 270,000,000

And then Team Leader Choi’s last words as he left.

We put in a little more than the contract.

Thunder and lightning tore through my head.

I stood on trembling legs. Far off, the car’s lights were already fading.

They looked like a single ray of light.

“Ahh. Aaaah…”

Team Leader Choi.

No—he was the Light.