The Hunter of the Other World Who Is Being Misunderstood Chapter 319

Episode 319. Deep in the Night (5)

Ranked 1st and 2nd at the same time, they are all thinking nonsense.

“Oh my god. No matter how many times I try, the same buggy numbers just keep coming out!”

“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt, but wouldn’t 33Aw be good enough to be a guinea pig?”

Of course, there was quite a difference between people’s imagination and reality.

Because Kim Ki-ryeo was currently somewhere in the side passage of the cave, his level was as it was.

However, from the position of fighting a strong enemy on the grassy area, there is no way to know exactly what kind of danger your distant comrade is facing.

‘If those guys are willing to elevate themselves to the position of leader, then the beast holding that spear must be exceptionally strong even among the S-ranks present.’

This is the moment when the lies and efforts of aliens that have been built up over time have a negative effect.

Jeong Ha-seong and Esther did not actively participate in the rescue because they did not know the truth.

Maybe he was caught by the Beast and made a fool of himself. He guessed that Kim Ki-ryeo had some kind of plan, or that the blond Awakened would come back to join in after subduing the most annoying enemy.

The hunters had finally put their trust in the fallen wizard.

In this world, what you believe and hope for is more important than mana, the raw material for magic.

But the raw material itself is distorted, so will something like a miracle still work properly in these times?

“This is really weird.”

“yes?”

“I, I said that the wounds I gave you when you first ran away were healed with a potion. But now that you’re getting hurt in real time, why are you acting so crazy and… No, what? Are you a zombie or something?”

The situation is not good in many ways.

The foreigners, clad in black leather, began to gradually adapt to the flames, like monsters who knew no pain.

‘I can understand this even without [emotional] abilities. Both of them have pushed their equipment to their limits… …!’

The enemy is covered in secret items that are not even registered in the PIXY database by each country due to their rarity or danger.

Thanks to good positioning from the start, the pyromancer was able to hold off the enemy for quite a long time from a distance.

They were also pushed back with attacks that were like saturation.

But in just a hundred seconds, the margin of freedom quickly disappears.

There came a point where the battle situation became unstable despite Esther casting a blinding curse on her opponent based on fear for her own safety and that of her colleagues.

‘This really pisses me off. The wounds are clearly growing, but why don’t I get tired?’

What is even more puzzling is the question, ‘why?’

Those people are human, so why do they imitate animals?

Why did you take over the dungeon?

‘Those kids who aren’t even real monsters.’

Or why did they go on a hunting expedition so aggressively that they had to open their mouths wide and aim at the S-class from other countries who had been living quietly?

Because the driving force behind those thugs of the Indukgaepa is still unknown.

***

“……How did you end up doing something like this?”

A few years ago.

“Brooklyn.”

Eastern United States.

A leisurely lunch break.

“Look, Brooklyn Morgan. You’ve teamed up before, and we’ll be seeing each other more often, so don’t ignore me like that.”

It’s a time when it’s hard to even remember the exact date.

To be exact, this was the early days of the [Spectrum] guild’s establishment.

Korea was still at a time when Esther was contemplating whether to make her mission the Tower of Heaven or the Hall of Fame.

Spectrum already had three famous S-class members under its command, including an Italian immigrant.

But as you can see if you change your perspective just a little bit.

In fact, it was a bit contradictory that these top-tier superpowered people would go to work at a company.

This was a time when monsters were already rampant on the streets and a single high-quality magic stone could produce as much energy as a nuclear power plant in a year.

The S-class superpowered individuals who appeared late were basically all high-income earners, as they were talented individuals who could relatively safely conquer even the high-risk A-class gates.

There was so much money that no matter how many times you add the word “high” it wouldn’t be enough.

Moreover, most of the monsters that citizens fear can be caught and killed under certain circumstances.

“Where did we end our conversation?”

To use a metaphor, an S-class Awakened person is the only one who can act as a hunter in a world without guns.

They were a complete entity, possessing power, physical strength, and even money, all through one phenomenon called awakening.

But would these people really want to have a leader above them who they must absolutely follow in life?

“The reason I signed a contract with Spectrum.”

Work is usually a good means of fulfilling the need for self-actualization.

But despite these advantages, at least the S-class here were not tied down to work for sound reasons.

“You said you were curious about how I came to join this company, right?”

“What? You were pretending not to know and listening to everything.”

chin.

A man of somewhat bear-like build leans against the wall.

He now remained relaxed and continued the conversation calmly.

“Actually, I mean……”

Brooklyn Morgan I don’t know why you got a contract.

To clarify in advance, the reason I joined the Spectrum Guild is:

“Service?”

“Yeah. It’s like serving a prison sentence. My family lost the factory they were running a few years ago to a scam.”

“hmm.”

“But, it’s frustrating, but that conman actually has better skills. He was a co-founder to begin with, so his understanding of business was not lacking at all. He lived in a house with an uneven roof, and in just three years, he moved to a luxurious mansion in Rome… “

“Ah, Rome. It’s so nice there.”

“Besides, that guy had been living like a king and having fun until Dungeon Shock, with a bunch of $5,000 bodyguards after he made his money.”

A man with a somewhat warm impression laughs.

“So I hated the sight of him, so I went into his house and blinded him with my thumbs. I made him promise that I would come back and do it to him as many times as I wanted even if I used a potion to cure him. And he actually kept his promise. So one day, a successful businessman was found at the bottom of a lake.”

At this, Brooklyn briefly questioned.

“That’s what happened after awakening?”

“Of course. Thanks to my superpowers, I was able to subdue all the bodyguards and finally face him.”

“It’s surprising. I’ve never heard of a Class S immigrant, welcomed by all Americans, being the perpetrator of such a disgusting assault.”

Of course, the man who was leaning against the wall and looking at the other person continued speaking smoothly as if he had prepared in advance.

“The scouting fee Spectrum promised me was to clean up this matter so that it wouldn’t leak out anywhere.”

Hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt from fraud. Family suffering. And some brutal revenge.

“A stable supply of dungeon liquor is a bonus.”

“Alcoholic.”

“Obviously, all the stressful stuff is over, but I’m still thirsty. Aside from getting drunk, I actually find most drinks really tasty. It’s one of life’s little pleasures.”

As the provocative topic that could not help but tickle the interest of mankind flowed, only then did Brooklyn show some interest in the person at the window.

I ended up killing someone to get revenge on the person who hurt my loved ones.

Working under the Spectrum in exchange for covering up a crime? Doesn’t that sound like a storyline that’s quite similar to someone’s past?

Bubbling, bubbling.

A room with clear sunlight streaming in through the curtains.

The woman with the golden bob is boiling water for our black coffee.

But an Italian man whose nationality had recently changed stared at her intently and suddenly spoke to her again.

“Brooklyn.”

Now that I think about it, I just discovered it now.

I think there’s a scar on the back of your neck.

“scar?”

“It’s a difficult location to check with a mirror. And it’s not that big, so I haven’t noticed it yet.”

If an Awakened person who pours recovery skills on their body every day still has a scratch, it is not because they neglected the wound, but rather because they made a mistake in the healing process.

“Should I erase that for you?”

The man, who had been leaning against a nearby wall and stretching his legs out, soon spoke calmly.

“I can clean it up again with just an anesthetic and some Fosset scissors. I’ll do it while you drink your coffee. I’ve done this to my own skin so often in the past that I’m almost an expert at it now.”

At first, he asked her why she had joined the company, but when she seemed reluctant to answer, he naturally changed the subject.

“You, with your chin and leg hair growing out like a mess, take care of your skin?”

“Hahaha. This is fashion! Why, do you really think this is so ugly?”

Immediately afterwards, a refreshing laughter rings out.

Brown hair.

Likewise the brown beard.

Tall enough to be similar to Brooklyn in high heels.

But the volume is about twice as different, etc.

“Enzo.”

Enzo Ciano.

An S-rank hunter from the Spectrum Guild.

To be honest, the person who had been leading the conversation so far was someone who could hardly be described as having perfect beauty.

He was an awakened person who, if categorized, looked like an ordinary farmer.

But surprisingly, the only reason this character has spoken to Brooklyn so far has been strategic fascination.

Like everyone else in the world, he had his own charm, such as a macho vibe.

Is the mind a concept that only comes from appearance?

Mammals are naturally more easily moved by the warmth of someone’s embrace than by Michelangelo’s cold sculptures, so there’s no reason why they wouldn’t be able to do that.

‘Is it true that S-class recovery ability users are rare?’

The Spectrum’s manager had given orders to Enzo, who could be called an original member.

Brooklyn. Get friendly with that transcendent new human somehow.

And if possible, become special to me.

Enzo Ciano, who readily accepted this offer, made up a story similar to the other person’s past before joining the company, with the aim of inducing a sense of kinship.

‘It’s so obvious that the higher-ups would want to take sides even if it means using such a hackneyed method.’

It’s not like I have any particular sense of mission.

It’s not like I gave in to the words of the contract holders of [Knight’s Oath], which would become meaningless once I die anyway.

Just a trick and deception that I decided to do because I thought it would be less boring.

“I can somehow tolerate your beard, but leg hair is not a good choice.”

“It would be weirder if it suddenly became clean. Should I push it later and show you?”

“Unless you want a 30-ounce iced Americano, then just quit.”

The American male S-class hunter, who seemed simpler than anyone else, actually had a rather complex inner self.

To put it simply, it was twisted.

In other words, strange.

He is very temperamental, and although he does help others sometimes, it is very rare and far from being good.

I lived my life addicted to alcohol, as if I had chosen alcohol instead of cerebrospinal fluid as the liquid to wet my head. Of course, what in a person wouldn’t break or deteriorate?

“Anyway, Brooklyn. Sit down for a minute. I’ll get that scar off your neck in no time.”

For a while, Enzo tried to win the favor of the strong man under the orders of his superior.

He just always acted kindly.

The act of giving to others was a fairly focused activity even with a terrible hangover, and in fact, Brooklyn’s attitude was softening by the day.

So, did the American lightning attribute awakeners achieve their goal safely?

‘It was an easy game.’

This is an idea that Enzo Ciano once had.

‘hmm?’

Of course, that was what I was thinking before I got stabbed in the liver by Brooklyn Morgan’s hand attack.

Some time later.

Enzo was convinced when he saw the healer’s smiling face and asked her to come with him to the year-end party that was coming up soon.

‘Oh my. There’s someone crazier than me in the world.’

That’s because Brooklyn, upon hearing that, suddenly assaulted Enzo Ciano like a dog peddler who stole his dog.