I Became the Academy City’s Overpowered All-Rounder Extra

A searing pain burns through my abdomen.

Of course, it’s not actually burning.

“……”

As I slowly lower my gaze, the gauntlet of the bastard who pierced my stomach comes into view.

I’m dying.

My life as Park Jeong-hyun, an A-rank Hunter, is ending at the hands of an Erosion Entity codenamed: Demon King.

I started from the very bottom and clawed my way up through sheer effort, only to meet such a miserable end.

—Thud!

The Demon King flings me to the ground like trash, shaking his hand to flick the blood off his gauntlet.

Then, he glances down at me with a look of indifference.

His face seems vaguely familiar, and my brows furrow slightly—but I quickly realize how pointless that thought is.

Who cares who he is?

I’ll be dead soon anyway.

After staring at me for about five more seconds, he turns away.

His figure gradually blurs before vanishing entirely.

“…What an asshole.”

I let out a hollow laugh as I stare at the spot where he disappeared, the damp sensation of blood soaking into my skin.

I’m really going to die.

Born with an innate lack of magical power, I endured every kind of venomous remark imaginable to claw my way up to the rank of A-rank Hunter.

Eighteen years have passed since my family and friends—those who lived simple, happy lives—were brutally slaughtered by Erosion Entities.

Eighteen years since I became a madman, driven solely by the goal of killing those very monsters.

And now, at the age of 28,

I have nothing left.

Consumed by hatred, only to end up gutted by the very creatures I despised—what a joke.

What a stupid, foolish life I’ve lived.

‘If I’m reborn in the next life…’

I’d like to live a little more leisurely. To actually enjoy life.

As I whisper this impossible wish, I suddenly remember the necklace around my neck and clutch it in my hand.

A crude, bloodstained pendant.

I remember buying it in a daze, lured by the hollow promise that it would grant my deepest desire.

Was it just last week?

What a waste of money.

“Grant my wish, my ass…”

Overwhelmed by indescribable emotions, I squeeze the pendant with all my strength.

It shatters, embedding shards into my fingers, but the pain feels distant.

Come to think of it, the agony in my abdomen has already faded.

My consciousness grows hazier.