episode_0039

ㅡ That bitch you fell in love with needs to be completely harpooned!

Hunter Association 4th floor, General Manager’s Office.

In a sweaty office with numerous dumbbells and exercise equipment, like a gym, Seoul Headquarters Manager Ko Young-in was talking on the phone with someone with his bulky body crumpled in an office chair.

He tapped the papers on his desk with his fingers and did not hide his displeasure.

“So… the employee who infiltrated the sample collection room was caught by a Vanharin Hunter from the [Rare Hunter Protection-Killing Department] and beaten to dust? Even his wrists were broken?”

– Do you think it makes sense?! You can’t help but stab a fellow employee! He should be demoted to another branch or dismissed immediately!

An angry voice came from the other end of the phone.

It looks like he’s very angry. Although they are treating each other with respect, there is no sign of respect.

Either way, Director Go Young-in answered with an annoyed look on his face, picking his ears.

“Hunter Van Harin stepped forward to protect Ms. Eunha… no, the ‘target’ from her. I checked the CCTV just in case, but it was a justified action.”

– Is this a fair measure? What is the justification for harpooning the precious wrist of our lab’s youngest child?

“He was too greedy. If he had just pulled out a moderate amount, it would have passed without any noise, but he thought this was the right time to pull out a lot.”

-Isn’t this what happened because that bitch didn’t give up blood!!

“Huh… really…”

Director Go Young-in burst out laughing at the voice shouting as if it was obvious.

It’s so absurd that I laugh. Are you sincere?

He massaged the back of his neck to relieve his boiling frustration.

“Look, Director of the Potion Production Department. Aren’t you the one who insisted on not telling anyone the secret of the [Galaxy Potion]?”

ㅡ Hmm…

“When a formal request for collaboration wasn’t enough, I secretly stole the blood donated by ‘Target’ and made a potion without spending a single penny on the ingredients. But now that ‘Target’ has stopped donating blood, is this going to be an uproar?”

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have run out of things to say due to Director Go Young-in’s harsh words… The head of the Hunter Association’s potion production department cleared his throat and closed his mouth.

He had been talking well up until now, but when an unfavorable topic came up, he became quiet like a ghost.

Why are all the old guys in the association like this? People like that are so well-connected that you can’t easily touch them.

Go Young-in frowned, pressing his throbbing temples.

This is the biggest problem in the Hunter Association right now.

It was the [Galaxy Potion] released by the ‘Potion Production Room’ about six months ago.

A ‘miracle potion’ that has greater recovery power than most potions and can even restore terminal cancer or amputated body parts without any aftereffects.

Why is there a problem with the pride of an association that is still attracting the attention of numerous media outlets and working hard to find out production methods even overseas?…

Because it was made with human blood.

To be precise, an F-class hunter who possesses a skill called [Self-Healing]. This is a potion made by purifying Eunha’s blood.

ㅡ … … Doesn’t the head of the department know? If we teach that bitch her worth, she will definitely hit us in the back. At least we will join hands with a large guild to create a new [Galaxy Potion]. If that happens, we will be the only ones left.

“Then why didn’t you at least tell the Vanharin Hunter guarding the ‘target’? I told you to send a request for cooperation early…”

ㅡ Hmph. Do you know how clever young people these days are? It is obvious that everything that can be stolen in the middle will be stolen.

The production manager spoke passionately and insisted that his decision was not wrong.

They may talk nonsense, but in the end, it’s all about greed.

To take care of your own food, even if only a little. The secret of [Galaxy Potion] was completely hidden from other departments.

Because it’s a waste to share.

Because the opponent is an easy F-class hunter.

But that F-class hunter works hard at donating blood?

Let’s take that away. Then the material cost is free.

Incompetent, high-status, and greedy people sometimes do ridiculous things like this.

If Target had at least made a plan in advance for when blood donations stopped, the situation wouldn’t have gotten this bad.

So these four months passed.

Now that ‘Target’ has stopped donating blood, the [Galaxy Potion] owned by the association is approximately half a year’s worth.

It’s barely been half a year since we reduced and reduced the previously announced sales volume.

Therefore, all problems must be resolved within half a year.

What should I do?

Request for cooperation from ‘target’? Now you come?

What should I say? We secretly stole your blood and made a potion. I think we’re going to be ruined because we haven’t donated blood these days. Should I say, “Can’t I give you some blood?”

Pay for all the blood you missed all at once?

This is 3 years worth of blood. How do you set the price and who pays with what money?

Even today, ‘Target’ was promoted to Class E.

Changes in 3 years. The guild scouts at the test site will show great and small interest.

‘I wish I could stay in the F class forever from now on… but in the end, the awl ended up sticking out of my pocket. ‘How on earth did you pass?’

Even though it is twisted, the situation is tightly twisted.

Director Go Young-in felt a headache from the daunting future and held his head.

“Whew… So, do you have any plans?”

ㅡ Ban Harin needs to be transferred. If only that monster bitch would go away, all your problems would be solved.

“I will consider it positively.”

Beep…

A secret deal was made, and after receiving a satisfactory answer, the production manager hung up the phone with a greedy smile.

Go Young-in, who was quietly looking down at the phone, sighed and stood up.

I’m tired. Should I do some exercise?

He sorted out his complicated thoughts by doing pull-ups on the pull-up bar in the director’s office.

It turned out to be bigger than I expected.

Originally, [Galaxy Potion] was just a card to gain an advantage in a power struggle with large guilds.

Once the association’s growth reached a safe level, Ban Harin was scheduled to quietly deal with the ‘target’ and those around him.

But that wasn’t possible.

Because it was a golden egg that was too shiny to just cut open the ship like that.

‘Should I go and kneel down and pray to her, even if it’s just me… Greedy old men. So, let’s send out a request for collaboration early on.’

Even though he has ascended to the position of head of the division, there are more than one or two places where he needs to pay attention.

Director Go Young-in continued his exercise with a complicated face.

… … .

Cracking…

“hmm?”

How many minutes have passed?

Go Young-in, who was repeatedly doing high-intensity exercise to the point of sweating, suddenly stopped moving.

cold.

As if the air conditioner was turned on full blast.

It’s cold in June?

Feeling puzzled, I wiped my face with a towel.

… … Drops of frozen sweat are falling out.

“…….”

Unnatural phenomenon.

He raised his mana with a stiff expression on his face and began to be wary of his surroundings.

Pure white breath comes out.

Before he knew it, rain was falling beyond the frosted window, and the temperature dropping in real time made his body shiver.

The cold penetrates his strong skin as an A-level hunter. It is absolutely not a natural phenomenon.

And… Go Young-in has seen a situation similar to this.

‘It’s cold… Even the rain outside the window… It’s the same. Did Kim Song-ah Hunter fall for this?’

Hunter Kim Song-ah of the ‘Artifact Management Department’, who passed away not long ago.

Did you jump into the incinerator while feeling the extreme cold?

The incident, which was concluded as a simple suicide because the cause could not be found, was now happening to Director Go Young-in.

Without reason, suddenly.

He looked at the ‘mana detector’ installed in the corner of the general manager’s office. No alarm is sounding.

In other words, the current cold is not a phenomenon caused by skills or artifacts.

can not understand.

Quang!

To escape from the room, I threw myself out the window with all my might.

However, the glass window did not budge, as if the space itself was isolated.

Meanwhile, the temperature in the room continues to drop.

An incomprehensible phenomenon. Incomprehensible cold.

However, it is dangerous enough to kill a class A hunter.

And… the unconcealed malice towards Go Young-in.

A lump of resentment gathered together and united.

『Third from the right. Go down the stairs and left.』

“Hehe… I’m going crazy.”

He burst out laughing at the voice coming from outside the door.

If it weren’t for the cold that cut through my flesh, I would have been drenched in cold sweat all over my body.

Humans feel fear when faced with the unknown.

The A-class hunter who managed the Hunter Association’s Seoul headquarters was no exception.

Fear caused by survival instinct.

It feels like I have become a character in a cosmic horror novel.

『Third from the right. Go down the stairs and left.』

I know the owner of that voice.

A woman who was too pure to work for the Hunter Association.

An unfair soul who disappeared 20 years ago, immersed in the darkness of the association.

In the end, did he become a ghost and come to take revenge?

fluttering…

At that time, Director Go Young-in, who felt the scent of death, was trying to survive somehow.

Suddenly, a piece of paper fell in front of his eyes.

The ‘black paper’ fluttered and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf that has ended its life.

A piece of paper that looked like someone had roughly torn it by hand, giving off a strong smell of blood, caught his attention.

As if resolving an unfulfilled grudge.

As if to tell you not to think about dying easily.

The black paper had letters written in blood written on his body.

It was… a ‘guide’.

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“Huh? Why are the corners torn?”

E-class hunter Eunha.

She was sitting on the blood donation chair and reading [The Black Book] to kill time.

… … Yes. It’s a blood donation chair.

I came to donate blood.

This is the blood donation bus of [Neulpureum Emergency Center].

After taking a doping test at the association, as soon as I parted ways with Ban Harin, I walked around Euncheon-gu and found the [Blood Donation Bus]. Like last time, it was parked near the convenience store in front of the apartment.

The reason I came here to donate blood instead of resting at home was because my physical condition was completely ruined due to repeated removal of internal organs and recovery over the past few days.

It wasn’t a problem until now, perhaps because of the adrenaline, but now that the promotion exam was over, the fatigue from all the time hit me all at once.

Fear of death.

Pain so severe that it destroys the brain.

I was so upset because I had to endure it with Ban Harin next to me, and I almost had a panic attack and was taken to the hospital.

Once again, I feel like I have lost my mind.

How did I endure it?

Anyway, my physical condition is a mess. I feel nauseous and dizzy.

Banharin says it’s something like multiple organ failure, but my knowledge in that area is limited, so I’m not sure.

A condition that does not easily improve even with [self-recovery].

So, I wondered what it would be like to drain all the blood from my body.

It’s the same thing as rebooting a computer.

With a new heart… Throw away the blood of the old F-class hunter and start anew with the fresh blood of an E-class hunter.

And after a few days, [Self-Healing] will heal Eunha’s body on its own.

The blood donation bus that visited like that.

While her sister in a doctor’s gown prepared to donate blood, Eunha lay down on the blood donation chair and read [The Black Book].

Then, I discovered that one page of the [Black Book] was torn.

The cut surface looks as if it was torn by someone’s hand.

When was it torn? Can you tear it in the first place?

As a test, Eunha tried to tear the paper, but it didn’t budge.

Even if you fold the page in half, there are no crease marks.

“Hmm… I don’t know. Someone must have torn it up because they needed it.”

Eunha, who had been thinking about fixing the torn pages, smiled and closed the book.

When did you live and understand the actions of ‘those’? I thought it was just like that and decided to move on.

『Are you starting to donate blood?』

“Yes, but what is the free gift if you donate blood 10 times?”

『It stings? Stinging?』

Soon after, the doctor approached and inserted a thick lancet into Eunha’s carotid artery.