January 30th, 2024
Someone stepped in front of me, drenched in seawater and soaking wet. The man snapped his fingers, making a bone-crunching sound.
“Hey, bastard, I can see you rolling your eyes under your eyelids. When you wake up, snap out of it….”
This time something flew at my face. Judging from the speed and airflow, it looked like a fist. I sat still, closed my eyes, and wiggled my toes only.
“You have to open your eyes!”
Boom! A fist as light as cotton touched my cheek. One second, two seconds, three seconds.
“Arrghhhh!”
The scream came from somewhere other than my mouth, and I slowly opened my eyes. The skinhead who’d punched me was pacing in place, clutching his swollen fist. The slightly dim light bounced off his tightly shaved head, making it glow like a dizzying psychedelic light.
“My, my hand!”
The men surrounding him booed as he stomped around like the soles of his feet were on fire.
“Hey, motherfucker, get a grip!”
“Why are you punching his face and saying that?”
“Oh, it’s not real!”
The skinhead with the clenched fist cried out, and one of the men in the crowd laughed loudly.
“If you’re lying, we’ll punch you. Let’s see.”
“It’s true! Ah…”
“…Huh?”
The face of the person who checked the fist became slightly stiff. Soon, he scratched his head and said as he looked back and forth at his hands with a face that was bewildered.
“I think he really broke his bone”
“What?”
“No, he punches him in the face. How did his bone break with just a punch?”
“Come to think of it, I hit that him on the head with a lumber earlier, but the wood was broken.”
“What is it, stoned? Is stoned a skill?”
People around me gathered with a roar. This situation was embarrassing. When a sloppy person first hit me…
At that time, a mustache guy gripped my wet hair and I tilted my head. I was wet, but I had a clean face that people wouldn’t believe I got punched The mustache guy, who carefully examined my face, smiled bitterly.
“Ha, you punk. You came straight in. You must have something to believe?”
“…..”
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s not like I’m going to crush your pretty little face. See, motherfucker, no matter how busy we are, we’re still quicker than a tool on a drum. I’ve got time to throw one of you in the ocean, nigga.”
“…..”
“Shutting your mouth shut until the end…. Ha, motherfucker. You can’t fucking act.”
I don’t know what else to say, but the words ‘you can’t act’ struck my ego. As J and EZ, the center of attention in the Korean hunter scene, I had overcome countless adversities and hardships with my acting skills. Of course, my poker face helped.
What do you mean I can’t act? My fingers tied behind me flinched a little because of the unfairness. The man with a mustache raised his hand.
“Yeah, it makes you want to talk. Hey, hold your tools, he seems to have some kind of weird skill.”
“Yes, hyung!”
A group of raggedy men with baseball bats, gourds, and the like approached, craning their necks and arms. The moustache guy, stepping back, grinned meanly.
“It’s going to hurt a little.”
The big man at the head of the pack twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped closer, and then-
Bam!
The sound of bones snapping was crisp and clear. The man stood still, wide-eyed and rigid, then leaned forward, grabbed my shin, and began to roll over.
“Argh! Argh!”
“Fuck, what’s that?”
“Aaah, why is that idiot leaving his extension out and beating the shit out of me with his legs?”
“That’s weird! Beat him with an extension!”
“That’s what I said, you fool!”
“B, bastard!”
The big man closed his eyes tightly and smacked the small head with a nailed bat.
Whoo! The dull sound was quite loud, but the head was not broken again this time. The bat was shaking with a broken middle part! The person who was actually hit was fine except for a slight tilt of his head.
‘Is he really a rock?’
A kick breaks a person’s toe, and a fist breaks a hand bone. A tool is broken when hit with a parlour, hammer, baseball bat, or lumber. When you put all the injured on one side, you get a football team. By now, the kidnappers had noticed something strange. Backed up against the wall, they lowered their voices and began to whisper among themselves.
“Fuck, does this make sense? Why do you think the one who hits hurts more than the one who gets hit?”
“I know. What’s this? Potion is so expensive these days, but I think I’ll spend it all.”
“Urgh, it hurts so much.”
“Gosh, hang in there, man.”
“Even though your bones are dislocated?”
“It’s broken, urgh.”
“Oh, go over there and lie down!”
“No, you said he’s D-rank. Fuck, you mistook A-rank for D-rank. Why would a B-rank’s wrist break when B-rank punched a D-rank. Is this how physics works?”
“This is the breakdown of Hunter society, man.”
Of course I heard it all. Listening to conversations about the collapse of society while beating people up was disturbing.
‘These bastards… why are they so weak?’
The kidnappers were too weak than I expected. Even if I tried to dig up information while matching the rhythm, there was no answer because the other person was making mistakes. How can these weak people smuggle drugs? Isn’t this worth being kidnapped and covered in sea water at best.
The mustache guy in the back was upset.
“Hey you punk, shouldn’t you finish your work quickly and move before dawn! Can’t even handle one D-rank, you geez!”
Before dawn, the words stirred up my body.
I have a duty to serve haejang-guk to zombies who come early in the morning. I’ve wasted a lot of time capturing these guys, and they can’t threaten me, they can’t harass me, they can’t give me information.
‘What the hell are they all doing?’
I was getting a little annoyed that I had to sit still and watch them tap dance on their broken leg without getting any information.
In the end, I muttered like a sigh.
“Guys, this isn’t going to work.”
The kidnap victim was saying what the leader of the kidnappers would have said. The kidnappers leaned against the wall and whispered.
“Why does he say that?”
“I thought it was you saying it.”
“I don’t know, I’m a little scared now.”
“I wanted to be as even-handed as possible, but you guys are so out of your depth.”
Regardless, I stretched my arms, which were tied to a steel chair with a cable tie, vigorously up. Cracking! The cable ties, which had been tied together several times, were torn at once. The tied leg was likewise lifted and cut off.
In an instant, the faces of the kidnappers, who lost dozens of cable ties, were stained with consternation. I got up from my steel chair and swept up my wet hair. And after folding one chair in half, which made me familiar even as I continued to sit after being kidnapped,
and hurled it at the moustache guy!
Boom!
“Keuk.”
As expected, I thought that I should have dreamed of becoming a baseball player.
Inevitably, the mustache guy, which was hit by an iron chair to his face, had his eyes upside down and bent. Blood trickled from his flapping nose.
I swept over my slightly disturbed wet hair once more and strode toward the men attached to the wall. A murderous aura that seemed to be decapitated at any moment poured into the kidnappers. The black eyes flashed violently.
“Hurry up and come at once, fuckers.”
A small number of elite guilds, Pado Battle Support Team 1 is a department that supports the battle team just by looking at its name.
However, the situation was completely different. Combat Support Team 1 was a kind of special team that normally handled guide work, but when Lee Sa-young’s orders were issued, they would carry out those orders first and foremost.
At this point, there were only two ranked hunters in the Pado Guild Combat Support Team 1.
The first, ranked 34th, is the ‘Very Small Miracle’, a master of stealth and infiltration, information gathering and manipulation.
Second, 50th in the rankings, a young man so-called “Moon Opener,” is the best in ‘Romantic Opener’.
Best, Hunter Name Romantic Opener. He was on a very important secret mission on behalf of Seo Min-ki, who went on a business trip abroad, so he was monitoring the part-timer at the haejang-guk house and reporting every move to Lee Sa-young!
A part-timer at a haejang-guk house, Lee Sayoung’s favorite target, headed to the Incheon Port every morning to see what secret mission he received from Lee Sa-young. Choi Gyodo gave up sleeping early in the morning and had to go to the Incheon Port every morning.
He used his mobile phone camera, which can zoom 10,000 times, to take pictures from a distance and report them to Sa-young. It was a tip from Min-ki. The part-timer at gaejang-guk have a strong sense of smell, so if you get too close, he’ll catch you.
After taking a picture of a part-time worker the size of an ant and sending it off, he put on his wireless earbuds and watched a YouTube video. Then, out of the blue, he got a text from the Guild Leader!
Guild Leader: Target Status
He giggled and zoomed his phone’s camera to see the roof of the container where the part-time worker was.
‘Shit, where did he go?’
Seeing the empty rooftop, Choi Gyodo’s mind went white. He took a quick step, trying to stay as stealthy as possible, and headed for the area around the container where his target was sitting. Luckily, it was early in the morning when the harbor was asleep, so he didn’t encounter anyone.
And he was now clinging like a cicada to the wall of the container opposite. He pressed his ears to the container and concentrated on the sounds coming from inside.
Puck, puck, puck, puck… The regular sound of something being hit. He hears the dull beating of the flesh, the sound of something flying away, and there were also these out-of-breathing screams and groans,
At this point, Choi Gyodo began to panic. He was wondering where the target was, and he must have been caught watching and dragged into it! It was obvious that these unsorted scums were beating the crap out of the newly awakened D-rank hunter.
Let’s go, it’s the best! It’s time to show the best last dance of my 20 years of life. The highlight was the A-rank awakener’s tremendous stranglehold, kicking and blowing through the steel door and nimble through the open door to enter the container. Then he shouted, balanced in a great pose.
“Hey, you coward! Stop beating the weak!”
This is what Choi Gyodo imagined.
This is what Choi Yo-yo imagined.
A part-timer at a haejang-guk house, who is under surveillance, is lying down, and bad gang members surround the part-timer and beat him. Usually, it’s something you can easily imagine when a kidnapping takes place. After he kicks the gang members down, he rescues the part-timer nicely.
His proud imagination is capped off by an offer of a raise from an impressed Lee Sa-young.
However, the inside of the container looked a little different from what he imagined. The best part was that he locked his eyes with a man flying next to him who had been hit so much that his face was swollen like a steamed bun. The world rolled in slow motion for an instant.
“…Ah?”
The scene in front of him is…
It was very different from what he imagined.
Crack! The steamed bun flew out the door with a loud crash, rolling and rolling, only stopping when it hit another container. His mouth dropped open at the sight, and he turned his attention back to the inside of the container.
Someone… something… beating something.
‘…Is this right?’
The part-timer from haejang-guk house, beating the kidnappers.
Very hard.
January 30th, 2024
Someone stepped in front of me, drenched in seawater and soaking wet. The man snapped his fingers, making a bone-crunching sound.
“Hey, bastard, I can see you rolling your eyes under your eyelids. When you wake up, snap out of it….”
This time something flew at my face. Judging from the speed and airflow, it looked like a fist. I sat still, closed my eyes, and wiggled my toes only.
“You have to open your eyes!”
Boom! A fist as light as cotton touched my cheek. One second, two seconds, three seconds.
“Arrghhhh!”
The scream came from somewhere other than my mouth, and I slowly opened my eyes. The skinhead who’d punched me was pacing in place, clutching his swollen fist. The slightly dim light bounced off his tightly shaved head, making it glow like a dizzying psychedelic light.
“My, my hand!”
The men surrounding him booed as he stomped around like the soles of his feet were on fire.
“Hey, motherfucker, get a grip!”
“Why are you punching his face and saying that?”
“Oh, it’s not real!”
The skinhead with the clenched fist cried out, and one of the men in the crowd laughed loudly.
“If you’re lying, we’ll punch you. Let’s see.”
“It’s true! Ah…”
“…Huh?”
The face of the person who checked the fist became slightly stiff. Soon, he scratched his head and said as he looked back and forth at his hands with a face that was bewildered.
“I think he really broke his bone”
“What?”
“No, he punches him in the face. How did his bone break with just a punch?”
“Come to think of it, I hit that him on the head with a lumber earlier, but the wood was broken.”
“What is it, stoned? Is stoned a skill?”
People around me gathered with a roar. This situation was embarrassing. When a sloppy person first hit me…
At that time, a mustache guy gripped my wet hair and I tilted my head. I was wet, but I had a clean face that people wouldn’t believe I got punched The mustache guy, who carefully examined my face, smiled bitterly.
“Ha, you punk. You came straight in. You must have something to believe?”
“…..”
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s not like I’m going to crush your pretty little face. See, motherfucker, no matter how busy we are, we’re still quicker than a tool on a drum. I’ve got time to throw one of you in the ocean, nigga.”
“…..”
“Shutting your mouth shut until the end…. Ha, motherfucker. You can’t fucking act.”
I don’t know what else to say, but the words ‘you can’t act’ struck my ego. As J and EZ, the center of attention in the Korean hunter scene, I had overcome countless adversities and hardships with my acting skills. Of course, my poker face helped.
What do you mean I can’t act? My fingers tied behind me flinched a little because of the unfairness. The man with a mustache raised his hand.
“Yeah, it makes you want to talk. Hey, hold your tools, he seems to have some kind of weird skill.”
“Yes, hyung!”
A group of raggedy men with baseball bats, gourds, and the like approached, craning their necks and arms. The moustache guy, stepping back, grinned meanly.
“It’s going to hurt a little.”
The big man at the head of the pack twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped closer, and then-
Bam!
The sound of bones snapping was crisp and clear. The man stood still, wide-eyed and rigid, then leaned forward, grabbed my shin, and began to roll over.
“Argh! Argh!”
“Fuck, what’s that?”
“Aaah, why is that idiot leaving his extension out and beating the shit out of me with his legs?”
“That’s weird! Beat him with an extension!”
“That’s what I said, you fool!”
“B, bastard!”
The big man closed his eyes tightly and smacked the small head with a nailed bat.
Whoo! The dull sound was quite loud, but the head was not broken again this time. The bat was shaking with a broken middle part! The person who was actually hit was fine except for a slight tilt of his head.
‘Is he really a rock?’
A kick breaks a person’s toe, and a fist breaks a hand bone. A tool is broken when hit with a parlour, hammer, baseball bat, or lumber. When you put all the injured on one side, you get a football team. By now, the kidnappers had noticed something strange. Backed up against the wall, they lowered their voices and began to whisper among themselves.
“Fuck, does this make sense? Why do you think the one who hits hurts more than the one who gets hit?”
“I know. What’s this? Potion is so expensive these days, but I think I’ll spend it all.”
“Urgh, it hurts so much.”
“Gosh, hang in there, man.”
“Even though your bones are dislocated?”
“It’s broken, urgh.”
“Oh, go over there and lie down!”
“No, you said he’s D-rank. Fuck, you mistook A-rank for D-rank. Why would a B-rank’s wrist break when B-rank punched a D-rank. Is this how physics works?”
“This is the breakdown of Hunter society, man.”
Of course I heard it all. Listening to conversations about the collapse of society while beating people up was disturbing.
‘These bastards… why are they so weak?’
The kidnappers were too weak than I expected. Even if I tried to dig up information while matching the rhythm, there was no answer because the other person was making mistakes. How can these weak people smuggle drugs? Isn’t this worth being kidnapped and covered in sea water at best.
The mustache guy in the back was upset.
“Hey you punk, shouldn’t you finish your work quickly and move before dawn! Can’t even handle one D-rank, you geez!”
Before dawn, the words stirred up my body.
I have a duty to serve haejang-guk to zombies who come early in the morning. I’ve wasted a lot of time capturing these guys, and they can’t threaten me, they can’t harass me, they can’t give me information.
‘What the hell are they all doing?’
I was getting a little annoyed that I had to sit still and watch them tap dance on their broken leg without getting any information.
In the end, I muttered like a sigh.
“Guys, this isn’t going to work.”
The kidnap victim was saying what the leader of the kidnappers would have said. The kidnappers leaned against the wall and whispered.
“Why does he say that?”
“I thought it was you saying it.”
“I don’t know, I’m a little scared now.”
“I wanted to be as even-handed as possible, but you guys are so out of your depth.”
Regardless, I stretched my arms, which were tied to a steel chair with a cable tie, vigorously up. Cracking! The cable ties, which had been tied together several times, were torn at once. The tied leg was likewise lifted and cut off.
In an instant, the faces of the kidnappers, who lost dozens of cable ties, were stained with consternation. I got up from my steel chair and swept up my wet hair. And after folding one chair in half, which made me familiar even as I continued to sit after being kidnapped,
and hurled it at the moustache guy!
Boom!
“Keuk.”
As expected, I thought that I should have dreamed of becoming a baseball player.
Inevitably, the mustache guy, which was hit by an iron chair to his face, had his eyes upside down and bent. Blood trickled from his flapping nose.
I swept over my slightly disturbed wet hair once more and strode toward the men attached to the wall. A murderous aura that seemed to be decapitated at any moment poured into the kidnappers. The black eyes flashed violently.
“Hurry up and come at once, fuckers.”
A small number of elite guilds, Pado Battle Support Team 1 is a department that supports the battle team just by looking at its name.
However, the situation was completely different. Combat Support Team 1 was a kind of special team that normally handled guide work, but when Lee Sa-young’s orders were issued, they would carry out those orders first and foremost.
At this point, there were only two ranked hunters in the Pado Guild Combat Support Team 1.
The first, ranked 34th, is the ‘Very Small Miracle’, a master of stealth and infiltration, information gathering and manipulation.
Second, 50th in the rankings, a young man so-called “Moon Opener,” is the best in ‘Romantic Opener’.
Best, Hunter Name Romantic Opener. He was on a very important secret mission on behalf of Seo Min-ki, who went on a business trip abroad, so he was monitoring the part-timer at the haejang-guk house and reporting every move to Lee Sa-young!
A part-timer at a haejang-guk house, Lee Sayoung’s favorite target, headed to the Incheon Port every morning to see what secret mission he received from Lee Sa-young. Choi Gyodo gave up sleeping early in the morning and had to go to the Incheon Port every morning.
He used his mobile phone camera, which can zoom 10,000 times, to take pictures from a distance and report them to Sa-young. It was a tip from Min-ki. The part-timer at gaejang-guk have a strong sense of smell, so if you get too close, he’ll catch you.
After taking a picture of a part-time worker the size of an ant and sending it off, he put on his wireless earbuds and watched a YouTube video. Then, out of the blue, he got a text from the Guild Leader!
Guild Leader: Target Status
He giggled and zoomed his phone’s camera to see the roof of the container where the part-time worker was.
‘Shit, where did he go?’
Seeing the empty rooftop, Choi Gyodo’s mind went white. He took a quick step, trying to stay as stealthy as possible, and headed for the area around the container where his target was sitting. Luckily, it was early in the morning when the harbor was asleep, so he didn’t encounter anyone.
And he was now clinging like a cicada to the wall of the container opposite. He pressed his ears to the container and concentrated on the sounds coming from inside.
Puck, puck, puck, puck… The regular sound of something being hit. He hears the dull beating of the flesh, the sound of something flying away, and there were also these out-of-breathing screams and groans,
At this point, Choi Gyodo began to panic. He was wondering where the target was, and he must have been caught watching and dragged into it! It was obvious that these unsorted scums were beating the crap out of the newly awakened D-rank hunter.
Let’s go, it’s the best! It’s time to show the best last dance of my 20 years of life. The highlight was the A-rank awakener’s tremendous stranglehold, kicking and blowing through the steel door and nimble through the open door to enter the container. Then he shouted, balanced in a great pose.
“Hey, you coward! Stop beating the weak!”
This is what Choi Gyodo imagined.
This is what Choi Yo-yo imagined.
A part-timer at a haejang-guk house, who is under surveillance, is lying down, and bad gang members surround the part-timer and beat him. Usually, it’s something you can easily imagine when a kidnapping takes place. After he kicks the gang members down, he rescues the part-timer nicely.
His proud imagination is capped off by an offer of a raise from an impressed Lee Sa-young.
However, the inside of the container looked a little different from what he imagined. The best part was that he locked his eyes with a man flying next to him who had been hit so much that his face was swollen like a steamed bun. The world rolled in slow motion for an instant.
“…Ah?”
The scene in front of him is…
It was very different from what he imagined.
Crack! The steamed bun flew out the door with a loud crash, rolling and rolling, only stopping when it hit another container. His mouth dropped open at the sight, and he turned his attention back to the inside of the container.
Someone… something… beating something.
‘…Is this right?’
The part-timer from haejang-guk house, beating the kidnappers.
Very hard.
