๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐: ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ
A man staring at a large monitor.
His eyes were unfocused, staring at the video on the monitor.
It showed A+ rank Hunter Asura Chu Ha-min being crushed like a toy.
“This is crazy.”
A sigh escaped his lips as the video ended.
Min Si-joon, the head of the [๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐] and currently ranked 9th among Korean Hunters.
He was known as the ‘Great Mage of Korea’, but such matters still felt burdensome to him.
He rubbed his face with his palm.
“. . . Haa.”
A sigh often escaped his lips, perhaps due to his increasing worries lately.
The cause of his sighs was none other than his older brother, Min Si-woo.
Unlike his wish for his brother to live a quiet life, Si-woo seemed to have no such desire.
No, even someone desperate to show off wouldn’t go to such lengths.
To crush an A+ rank Hunter, the raid leader of [๐๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐], one of the largest guilds, in front of dozens of people.
This incident would be a first in the history of the HSIU Korean branch.
“Hyung. . . Please. . . This isn’t right.”
If only Si-woo were his younger brother. Then it might have been a little easier to handle.
Creak. Creak.
He scrolled down with the mouse wheel to check the comments.
It was filled with all sorts of speculations and rumors about the new HSIU Hunter, with some information about Min Si-woo mixed in.
Of course, the information about his older brother, Min Si-joon, who had disappeared 10 years ago, was not yet widespread.
However, if interest continued to grow like this, it was only a matter of time before the truth about Min Si-woo came to light.
“I can’t help it. I have to talk before I die of frustration.”
That evening.
Si-joon returned home, carrying a variety of dishes that his brother would like.
“. . . A feast?”
Si-woo looked at his younger brother and the food on the table, his eyes wide with surprise.
ใ๐๐๐๐ค, ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค! โ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฃ๐!ใ
It was more than enough food to feed not just the two of them, but sixteen people.
“Hyung, let’s eat before it gets cold!”
“Oh. . . Okay.”
ใ๐ป๐ ๐’๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐! ๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐, ๐’๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ, ๐ฝ๐ ๐ ๐! ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ช ๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ!!ใ
Si-woo observed his younger brother’s expression as he ate.
It didn’t seem like he had bought the food because he was happy.
“What’s wrong?”
He could sense a subtle fluctuation in his younger brother’s mana wavelength.
This was not something that could be achieved with just keen observation or mana control.
It was a unique realm that only Min Si-woo, who had mastered mana manipulation for over a hundred years, could reach.
He could guess the other person’s emotions to some extent by sensing the fluctuations in their mana wavelength.
And what he could sense from Si-joon’s wavelength right now was,
‘๐ผ๐ฃ๐ญ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ค๐ช๐จ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ.’
Si-joon smiled awkwardly and replied.
“No, nothing’s wrong.”
“There is. Tell me quickly.”
“Ah~ I told you there’s nothing wrong.”
“If you lie to your hyung, you know you’ll get a week of ‘Infinite Training’, right?”
“W-What? That’s, that’s an old rule!”
Si-joon’s face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. Suddenly, scenes from the past began to flash before his eyes.
A competition that continued ‘until death’ even with broken limbs and crushed ribs.
His disciples’ pleas that it would be better to go into a dungeon alone were no joke.
“Infinite Training has gone too far! I don’t need to learn from you anymore!”
However, Si-woo calmly replied as he put a large piece of raw tuna in his mouth.
“If you whine, you’re the hyung.”
“. . . . . . .”
“Do you want to be the hyung?”
“No. . . .”
Si-woo had intended to ask him after he had finished eating, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so when he saw his younger brother eating as if he were possessed.
It was clear that it was something related to him.
Si-joon would never show his own problems to his older brother, given his personality.
“T-That. . . . . . I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, hyung.”
Usually, when someone said something like this, it meant they were about to say something unpleasant.
“What is it?”
“Some time ago, when Gert fought in Min-junโs lab, were you there, hyung?”
Si-woo nodded slightly.
He had never intended to hide it in the first place, so there was no sign of him trying to conceal his involvement.
In fact, this was the first time his younger brother had brought up the matter.
‘๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐-๐๐ค๐ค๐ฃ’๐จ ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ, ๐๐ ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ง ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ, ๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐.’
Even so, the fact that he was asking Si-woo again must be out of respect for his older brother.
“Then was [๐๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐] Chu Ha-min also there when you were, hyung?”
“Who’s that?”
ใ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐! ๐๐จ๐๐!!ใ
Si-woo asked back, genuinely unaware.
There were so many people he had beaten up while doing HSIU that it was hard to remember their names.
When you catch and lock up one or two people every day, it’s easy to forget their names.
“The A+ rank Hunter who was the supervisor when you were training the new guild members in HSIU. . . The one you crushed recently, hyung.”
“Oh~ The one with the strange tattoo on his back?”
He seemed to be a little stronger than Gert, who he had fought in Min-junโs lab, but even so, it was a close call for Si-woo.
‘๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฃ’๐ฉ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ’๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ช๐จ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐ฎ.’
Still, he was the one with the best skill utilization among the Hunters he had met recently.
His arms bent inward, so as a disciple of a disciple, he seemed to have some good points.
That was why he had held back from killing him.
“I know you may not be aware of this, hyung. . . but you’ve gone too far this time! The Guild Leader of [๐๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐] is ranked 8th in our country!”
“Ranked?”
Such a concept had emerged.
When Si-woo was a Hunter, there was no ‘ranking’ to determine who was stronger or weaker.
It was only based on the public’s perception and recognition.
If he was 8th in the Republic of Korea, he must be quite strong.
“Of course, Hunter Choi Sung-il is not a bad person, but don’t you think you need to restrain yourself a little. . . ?”
“Hmm.”
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