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Go Woo-jae, who turns 20 next year, considered himself quite lucky.

I thought the fact that I realized my talent at a relatively early age of 18 was proof of that.

Therefore, his goal was only one.

Passing a licensing exam before becoming an adult.

He awakened as a teenager and passed the license exam before becoming an adult to become a hunter. This was a course taken by those who were called sacred bones among hunters, and he thought that he would be able to do it without difficulty, so he took it as an adult. I made it a goal that must be achieved before becoming successful.

Honestly, at first?

I thought I could achieve it without difficulty.

The talent he awakened was quite intuitive and effective, so it wasn’t that difficult to handle.

That’s why I was confident I would pass…

It was when I entered the exam center for the first time after a year of training that I realized that reality was not that easy.

It was his first test since he turned 19, and what stood in his way during that test was neither a mysterious genius who fell from the sky nor a hidden person who had honed himself over the years.

A scarecrow that is extremely ignorant from the very beginning.

An object that was not even a human being, but merely a reasonable imitation of a human being, blocked his path.

To be honest, I still don’t understand.

About 40% of the practical score is assigned to hitting that scarecrow.

No, even if that’s the case, if the standard is to inflict damage on inanimate objects in that way, then what on earth should be done with those who have awakened talents that can only be used on living things?

If the goal is to find out whether the test taker can deal with monsters, why not bring in an actual monster instead of just a useless, hard scarecrow?

He thought that with his awakened talent, he would be able to easily pass the licensing exam, which was just a gateway, so he prepared for the exam in a way that was close to self-study, but when an unexpected opponent appeared, his mentality was completely shattered like a cookie dough. , That’s how I ended up crashing the first exam.

After failing the first test like that, I belatedly realized the importance of information and started attending a famous licensing test prep academy near my house, but even on the second and third tests I took, I couldn’t overcome that damn wall.

Since I can only get a basic score in a subject that accounts for 40% of the points assigned to the practical part, I have to somehow make up for it in the other two subjects. Although it is essentially a physical fitness test that is no different from a fixed one, in the case of the remaining subject, I have to take it every time I take the test. I had no choice but to change my approach.

So, with the mindset that this was my last chance, I participated in the final exam before becoming an adult…

‘Oh my god, one-on-one sparring…!’

The moment he heard about the final subject to be taken from the examiner, he was confident that he would pass.

This was because I thought there was no way I would lose in a one-on-one sparring, no matter who my opponent was.

And that confidence became even stronger the moment I saw the face of the first person who appeared.

To be honest, I didn’t recognize it at first.

I was sure I had seen this face somewhere, but I couldn’t remember exactly where I had seen it.

Then, in the end, it was only after standing close to proceed with the sparring that I was able to recall the identity of the other person.

He was the one who once made the people of the Republic of Korea shout ‘Jumo~~~!’

However, contrary to people’s expectations, a famous person from the past who had not been able to realize his talent and had disappeared into the back of history while swearing like crazy was standing in front of him.

‘This… I won…!’

That’s why I immediately opened my mouth and said something that could only be repulsive from the other person’s point of view.

Speaking of his talent, he had a mechanism where the more he angered his opponent, the stronger his power became.

That’s why I spoke with the intention of making the other person angry to the end…

‘hmm···? He’s surprisingly calm…?’

Is the past just the past?

If that’s the case, there’s nothing we can do.

I didn’t want to do it like this, but…

“Ah, that’s right. Can I post about my meeting with Soohyun Yoon here on a community site or something like that later?”

“···.”

“I won’t write about wins and losses. Of course… the result will be obvious, but…”

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First of all, I don’t really dislike trash talk.

That’s because I think it’s part of the strategy, and from the audience’s perspective, there’s no other situation as fun as that.

But that was only from an observational standpoint…

Now that I was in the position of listening to trash talk like this, I felt like I finally knew something.

The reason why Brother Zidane, who was an art soccer player back in the day, headbutted an opposing player who trash-talked him.

There are three unpleasant things for men born and raised in Korea.

‘You’re not good at games.’ is the first one.

‘What are you doing, Dad?’ is the second.

‘Oppa, do you have premature ejaculation?’ is the third question.

And besides those, there was another unpleasant thing for me… and that was none other than what I called a ‘bubble’.

Are you calling me an orphan?

I’m human too, so I might be a little angry, but honestly, it’s not to the point where I would call it disgusting.

I’ve heard this since I was young, so I have some immunity to it… and it’s not wrong.

But what about bubbles and all that about me?

It was hard to bear.

The moment I realized that fact, I internally lamented.

‘Okay… what kind of cosplay is too strong for my personality…’

Only a person with the right personality could do it, but someone with an impatient and bad temper like me couldn’t do it.

“Bubble?”

“Huh? Do you think you admit it? Are you saying you are a bubble?”

“I see…you missed the bubbles…”

“···?”

Could it be that I couldn’t keep up with the stream of consciousness?

An expression of ‘Ugh…?’ appeared on the face of the red pepper cub, who was making fun of himself, as if he were imitating Mesugaki because he was so distracted.

At exactly the right time, a beep sounded, signaling the start of the sparring match.

I slowly raised my hand.

I hadn’t thought about it that far yet, but the raised hand was arbitrarily taking the shape of a fist.

I slowly stretched out my hand with bulging veins in front of me.

It was right after that that astonishment spread across the other person’s face, which had been colored with confusion.

“···?!”

The other person’s face got closer in an instant.

Did I just blink once and be taken aback by the suddenly narrowing distance?

He looked at the white and black things that were wide open as if he couldn’t believe it, and stretched out his tightly clenched hand towards the other person’s stomach.

Tooung!

It sounded like a drum had been struck.

Meanwhile, what was a bit surprising was that the other person’s body was much stronger than I thought.

Is that why it was like that?

The feeling of hitting wasn’t bad.

A gust of wind occurred just one step late and swept through the testing site.

When the dust cloud that arose thanks to this settled, the other person was stuffed to the wall of the test room without even being able to scream.

The mouth of the person pinned against the wall of the exam room was full of the foam he loved so much.

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Originally, it is a national rule that the more important a test is, the more it is conducted without revealing it to outsiders, but the hunter license test is an exception.

This is because it is not only the association that is always thirsty for new talent.

In a way, the guilds, which can be said to be partners of the association, also always wanted new faces, so the guilds, who were always busy competing with each other, finally came together and made a request to the association.

They said they would cooperate as much as possible in holding the licensing exam, so they asked for the right to watch the exam.

To put it another way, it meant that they would watch the process of the exam and select the talent they needed, and the association, which had been considering the guilds’ demands, conditionally accepted their proposal.

We will allow guild officials to enter the testing site.

However, since it may be a disruption to test takers, the time will be limited to the last subject of the practical exam.

That was the final plan presented by the association to the guilds, and the guilds accepted it, making it a tradition for the guilds to send recruiting teams to each testing site whenever a licensing exam was held.

Therefore, whenever the license exam was conducted, the testing center became a meeting place for the recruitment team members working for each guild.

Among them, the Seoul testing center was one that each guild paid special attention to.

It does not mean that talented people are not produced in the provinces, but as the saying goes, send people to Seoul, there were many cases where talented people emerged from Seoul, where the number of applicants was overwhelmingly higher than that of the provinces.

Therefore, those who were usually dispatched to the testing center in Seoul were those who were at the team leader level within the guild.

“Oh my gosh, isn’t this Team Leader Park?”

“What is this team leader doing here? Wasn’t he in charge of Gangbuk?”

“This time, I was craving the south for some reason. Is it because it’s cold?”

“White sound… So who is it?”

“Yes? What is it?”

“If this team leader himself comes forward, doesn’t that mean that he will definitely recruit you to that guild? Shouldn’t we avoid overlapping each other? Huh?”

“Hey, there you go again. It’s confidential. Trade Confidential!”

The man wearing thin padding who had said that slumped down on a simple chair specially prepared by the association.

Then, he took out a palm-sized tablet from his pocket and started swiping the screen with his fingers.

The reason the man’s head went up again was because of something he heard next to him.

“Oh, I guess it’s starting.”

When the man raised his head and looked towards the exam room, he saw a black-haired man wearing glasses and an aggressive man with bright yellow hair standing on the sparring room prepared by the association.

“Let’s see… about the glasses…”

Although the association allowed guild officials to observe the exam, there was one thing it did not allow, and that was sharing information about test takers with the guild.

No one in their right mind would have attempted something like that in the first place, but it could have been misused if done wrong.

However, if you just give up because there is no way, what kind of salary would you be?

Under the mindset that if the association does not intend to provide information about test takers, we can find out on our own, each guild mobilizes all its information power to gather information about those enrolled in each university’s hunter department and licensing exam preparation academy. We made it a base, and thanks to this, it wasn’t a task to find out about the test taker even if only minor clues were given.

“What, it’s level F? No, I belong to the Hunter Department at Hankuk University, but is it possible to get an F grade in future value judgment?”

“Is that so? It’s definitely a bit of an unusual case.”

“Ah, how unusual… Why are there people like that even among ordinary kids? These are kids who study until their eyes glaze over in high school, but then relax after entering college. Isn’t that the case with that glasses-wearing friend?”

“That might be true. The Hunter Department at Hankuk University is famous for its rigorous curriculum…”

“What is your name, Yoon Soo-hyun? Good luck.”

“If it’s Yoon Soo-hyun… then maybe he was like that in the past…?”

“Ah, could it be the same person? Even if it were me, I would have lost all my love for Korea a long time ago and immigrated to another country, but anyway, compared to that friend with glasses, he’s… what, he’s a B grade? There’s no need to look at this.”

Having said that, the way he put down the tablet he was holding and leaned forward was very reverent.

In today’s times, it is rare for people to receive a grade B in value judgment, so they seem to want to see it for themselves and judge for themselves.

It must have been a moment when he straightened his posture.

Kwaang!

I thought there was a loud noise…

“···?”

“···????”

An unbelievable sight unfolded before my eyes.

‘No, that’s grade F…?’

Did a group of scouters get caught in Gyeonghwasuwol…?

How can a monster that blows people away like they were hit by a dump truck with just one punch be class F?!