Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: First Day on the Job
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The next day, Kim Jin-seong hustled through kitchen duties at the restaurant from the morning.
Even amid the frenzy, his mind raced with excitement about heading to his new gig after clocking out.
He'd graduated from culinary school and never done anything but restaurant work his whole life.
That made this feel like a massive new challenge—nerves on edge, but anticipation buzzing even stronger.
'Can I really pull this off? Nail it for real?'
All day long, his head swirled with those worries and hopes.
After work, Jin-seong bolted home, took a refreshing shower, and got ready.
He'd already looped in his parents.
"An older bro I know has this side thing going—I'm gonna help out evenings, make some extra cash for living expenses."
They fretted, of course, but he flashed a confident grin.
"Don't worry. I'll handle restaurant shifts tomorrow no sweat."
With that, he drove about thirty minutes to Beomeo-dong in Suseong-gu.
It was a swanky officetel right across from Dongdaegu Station—the crown jewel of the neighborhood's ritziest block.
The sheer upscale vibe hit him like a truck, tension spiking for a beat.
But he shook it off quick and waited out front for the Leader.
Right on time, a yellow Porsche rolled up. Seung-woo spotted Jin-seong and kicked things off casual.
"We've met twice now—drop the formal talk, yeah? Call me by name. It's Seung-woo."
Jin-seong managed an awkward smile.
"Got it, Seung-woo."
Seung-woo clapped him on the shoulder with a laugh.
"Big expectations here. Bust your ass, clear those debts, live large!"
"Damn right."
Jin-seong grinned sheepishly and trailed Seung-woo into the elevator, up to the twenty-third floor.
Doors opened; they padded down the hall and swung open unit 2315.
Kitchen and bathroom hit you first. Narrow entry crammed with shoes.
Through the inner door: massive living room tricked out office-style. Four partitioned desks, dual monitors gleaming clean.
Nerves jangling, Jin-seong boomed his greeting.
"Hello! Please take good care of me!"
The young master agents already posted up chuckled and waved him in.
"Hyung, heard about you yesterday. You're older than us, so chill. Welcome aboard."
Jin-seong blinked at them, stunned.
He was usually the kid in any room, but these guys? Way younger. Early twenties, tops.
Seung-woo handed him off with his signature drawl.
"Hyung's got stuff—teach him the ropes good~"
A short one piped up with a jab.
"Hyung off to drain tanks again? Ease up, you'll grind your bones to dust lololol"
Seung-woo fired back laughing.
"Shut it, you scrubs—get to work. I'm out~"
Seung-woo dipped. The short bowl-cut master agent sidled up friendly, showed Jin-seong his spot.
"Hyung, this is you. Latest-spec PC. Smoke break? Paper-cup ashtray by the fridge."
He tacked on his intro.
"Hyung, nickname's Il Yeop-rak. You've clocked me in Naland Ladder chats plenty, right? Twenty-two, so casual vibes. Coworkers now."
The skinny innocent-faced one nearby chimed in.
"Twenty-two here too. Bayern Ant—bet you've seen me around."
Jin-seong nodded, awkward but smiling.
"Yeah, yeah. Good to meet you. Let's keep it easy."
Greetings swapped, titles sorted. Jin-seong fired up his rig at his desk. Tension and hype thumped in his chest.
Jin-seong settled in, booted the PC.
Dual monitors spotless, desk pristine—love at first sight.
Vision of cramming it with his own member data? Already pumped.
Then Il Yeop-rak leaned over, all helpful.
"Hyung, VPN first thing. Pre-installed, paid up. Security's our lifeline—handle with care."
Jin-seong flicked on ExpressVPN, pulled up the admin page.
Plugged in the code and password he'd gotten. Clean, simple interface popped: empty member list, fresh slate.
He cracked Naland, jotted a few IDs Il Yeop-rak had passed him into notepad.
No nickname sparking yet. He mulled, then hailed.
"Yeop-rak, setup's done—walk me through the work?"
Il Yeop-rak hopped up, slid beside him.
"Sure, hyung—hit me with questions anytime."
Jin-seong went earnest.
"Hooking members, managing 'em—tips on that?"
Bayern Ant nearby was already slinging picks smooth, recruiting in Naland chat.
Il Yeop-rak grinned intrigued.
"Hyung, in Naland Ladder chats? Stand out amid the flood. If you were a member, what pick pulls you in?"
Jin-seong pondered.
"Hm... high hit-rate master agent?"
Il Yeop-rak smirked.
"That's key, but flash first—grab aggro hard. Check that chat. See the '7-streak' claims? You buy it?"
Jin-seong puzzled.
"Huh? No?"
Il Yeop-rak cracked up.
"Hyung, you're pure. Watch—I got you."
He zipped back, fingers flying on a pick.
"Hyung, peep this close-up. Eyes peeled."
Il Yeop-rak plopped down, notepad open with prepped lines copied.
Jin-seong watched every move like a hawk.
Result dropped: Left Four Odd.
Il Yeop-rak tweaked the notepad line blindingly fast—just the outcome—pasted, and spam-bombed chat.
5 / 0 / 2 All-Kill Odd Main Left Four All-Kill success success success
When everyone's yelling Even, Yeop-rak drops Odd like a boss^^~~~~
Twenty seconds straight post-result, nonstop spam.
Jin-seong gawked, impressed despite the absurdity.
Straight 5-0 start—like game one was a wash.
Four more wins? Newbies think: 'Damn, 9-streak? Legend.'
'Now I get why he stressed aggro.'
Il Yeop-rak kept hammering lines till next result.
Jin-seong soaked it in.
Natural bread this time.
5 / 0 / 2 All-Kill Four Lines Main Right Even
Smooth as butter, Yeop-rak 6-streak incoming^^
Refreshed as his spam faded, filling the feed again.
Result: Left Four Odd copycat.
Instant frenzy spam.
6 / 0 / 2 Four Lines Main Right Even HIT success success success
Yeop-rak smooth 6-streak served up—any drunks still puking it up instead of eating? success success success success?
His witty jabs scrolled endless.
Ding—Naland 1:1 from a mark.
Whoa, you're crushing it. Can I get picks?
KakaoTalk this way^^
Sling next pick.
Miss.
Cheeky add-on instant.
Lol Yeop-rak cashes 6-streak, tosses site boss a kiss, clocking out~ Good work^^
Chat wrapped, new member site-registered, Family Room invite.
Welcome new family member~
Nice to meet you all~ Looking forward to it hehe
Jin-seong watched, hit with déjà vu—like staring at his rookie self.
Fifteen minutes in, Il Yeop-rak snagged a member seamless.
No wonder Seung-woo called it the Ace office.
Jin-seong vowed.
'Copy Yeop-rak's playbook exact.'
Benchmarking's king for a reason—halfway there just mimicking.
That night, glued to Il Yeop-rak's side, he absorbed every trick.
First day? Jin-seong barely touched base.
No Naland nick yet, not silver-tongued by nature.
Till 2 a.m., he shadowed Il Yeop-rak slinging picks, managing members—desperate to memorize it all.
Already flagged 3 a.m. quit time.
Sudden from Il Yeop-rak.
"Hyung, starving? Order up. First day—my treat."
Flipped his fat wallet, yanked a fifty-grand note.
Jin-seong glimpsed: stacked with fifties.
Il Yeop-rak to Bayern Ant.
"Ant, three chickens. One bird per head tonight."
Ant whooped, phone out.
"OK, Baemin it."
Thirty later, chickens hit. They tore in, chatter flowing.
Turns out both out-of-towners: Il Yeop-rak Jeolla, Ant Gyeonggi-do.
Daegu native Jin-seong found it wild.
Curious hit.
"How'd you guys land master agent?"
Il Yeop-rak sheepish grin, straight.
"Eh hyung, everyone's here same boat. Gambled into debt like you, crawled in."
Most starters? Bettors who tanked hard, couldn't hack it—or neighborhood hyungs nudged 'em.
Jin-seong gnawed a wing, probed.
"Members needed to bank real cash?"
Il Yeop-rak ripped a drumstick, serious.
"Numbers? Meh. Daily depositors—the 'patients'—or whales? Print money. But whales cut both ways: boom or bust. They sweep once? Settlement zilch."
Added:
"Codes pulling 30-40 mil daily? Whale hit shrugs it off. Steady 3-5 mil grinders? One whale sweep kills settlement."
Jin-seong fretted.
"Then I'm lost on kickstarting members..."
Il Yeop-rak beamed advice.
"Hyung, tap your contacts on other sites. Pick a few bros—'your dongsaeng's master agent, no scams, I vouch'—who passes?"
Names flashed in Jin-seong's head.
"Word? Hit 'em up tomorrow, onboard some."
Ant chimed.
"Hyung, contacts gold. Easiest start ever."
Three a.m. struck. Jin-seong rose.
"Restaurant dawn patrol—heading out. Catch you tomorrow."
Il Yeop-rak and Ant grinned waves.
"Safe trip, hyung. See ya!"
And just like that, Jin-seong's whirlwind first shift wrapped.