Runaway family. 5

Hunting went smoothly after Yuna started guiding me.

Knowing the locations and gathering times of the Runaway Gangs made it possible to crush a lot of bastards at once.

I raided Runaway Gangs with as few as 4-5 members, and as many as over 10.

Sometimes I even did two runs a day, and by collecting them like that, I was stacking 10-15 points a day.

For a week, I continued power-leveling in my own personal hunting ground.

I crushed over 10 Runaway Gangs, and the points I collected reached 125.

My level jumped by 4 stages too.

[Status Window: Gangster Minion(?) (LV 15)]

[Skill: Shadow Movement]

Consumes 8 Intelligence per use. Can only be used where there is a shadow, and allows movement through shadows. Movement speed is 1/2 of Agility. Duration 120 seconds.

[Skill: Submission (SSS-rank)]

Can turn a completely submitted opponent into a slave.

Permanently consumes 5 Intelligence.

Slaves 0/6.

[Skill: Charisma (SSS-rank)]

When Charisma is activated, you can issue irresistible commands to creatures within range for a limited time. Usage condition: consumes 5 Intelligence points.

[Perk: District]

All stats increase by 25% when fighting within the district.

Taxes (points) are automatically accumulated every 24 hours while staying in the district.

It is possible to grant accumulated points to opponents residing within the district.

Overall stats have risen. My body has already become as strong as it can possibly get.

I've even surpassed those '3-lift 500kg or 700kg' benchmarks.

From the moment my bench press exceeded 180kg, I couldn't even measure it anymore. Because people were staring.

So what I tried was lifting trucks parked in secluded areas.

Recently, I easily lifted the front of a 5-ton truck.

It's been a long time since I surpassed the world record for the 100-meter dash.

If I run at full power, speeds over 100 km/h are possible. I always keep 10 points in reserve.

I found out recently that it's possible to consume points to heal when I get injured.

I couldn't dodge a knife stabbing from behind and got cut in the back.

Because my Health stat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was high, it didn't dig in deep, but I happened to put the accumulated points into Health, and that's when I saw the wound heal instead of Health points stacking.

10 points is enough for basic first aid as well as surgical suturing.

So, I started keeping 10 points in reserve just in case.

Well, after my Health passed 40, my muscle tissue became so tough that I barely get cut anyway, so it's become less meaningful, but hey, being prepared for the worst is always important.

Shadow Walk evolved into Shadow Movement.

The other skills haven't really developed much, probably because they're already overpowered.

And I had 3 empty skill slots.

I don't need anything urgently, so I plan to wait until a suitable skill comes along.

When does the job change?

It can't be 'Minion' forever, and at some point, a question mark (?) appeared after it.

I guess there needs to be some kind of catalyst to get out of being a Minion.

I crushed the surrounding Runaway Gangs day after day, and the rumors spread.

According to what Yuna found out, all the bastards in the vicinity moved to other districts.

It was hard to track down the whereabouts of the guys in other districts, and since I had a ton of points saved up, I decided to take a breather for a while.

I've gotten used to hanging out with Yuna's group, so I'm coming and going naturally now.

At dinner time, when I entered the hideout, Ga-young—or Curvy Girl, as I call her by the nickname I gave her—greeted me. A few others are visible too. Looks like they haven't gone out to work yet.

"Oh my. Oppa, you're here?"

Curvy Girl is the same age as me.

I haven't revealed my age, but ever since ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the incident on the first day, she's naturally called me Oppa.

Then again, whether they're younger or older doesn't matter to them. To them, anyone above them is just 'Oppa'.

"Oppa, should I cook you some ramen?"

Not bad. Yeah, this isn't bad either.

"Yeah."

Curvy Girl cooks the ramen.

I admire her backside as she cooks in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠front of the gas stove.

She's almost always in hot pants at home.

Her plump butt triggers an urge to smack it with my palm or bite into it hard every time I see it.

A while later, the ramen was placed down, and Curvy Girl set the kimchi and chopsticks at my spot.

Curvy Girl and Danbal-i have a different charm from Lee So-ryeong.

If Lee So-ryeong is an eagle soaring in the sky, these girls are chicks in a cage that I can grab if I just reach out.

It feels like I could grab them whenever I reach out.

If I don't do anything too terrible, I might be able to play with them to my heart's content.

That aspect occasionally incited base and murky desires.

Sometimes when I get close, there's a stale cigarette smell on their bodies, but even that smell was like a kind of drug that paralyzed the morality inside me.

As I picked up my chopsticks, Curvy Girl sat down across from me.

She sat with her large breasts resting on the table.

Her cleavage was visible at a glance.

Ah, fuck. Should I eat that instead of the ramen?

My blood, my hormones are surging again.

I shook my head to blow away the imagination and ate the ramen.

Slurp, slurp, slurp. Nom, nom, nom.

I eat the ramen with kimchi.

Curvy Girl is sitting there, looking at me pleasantly.

"Oppa, you must work out every day."

Curvy Girl's hand fiddles with my forearm resting on the table.

The muscles, hardened all the way through, feel like a lump of iron.

If it weren't for the subtle warmth of body heat, you could call it a bronze statue.

"Look at how hard this is."

Has this bitch lost her mind today?

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"Yeah. Oppa's here today, too. I'm gonna take a break."

What? Why are you taking a break because I'm here?

And why are you pushing your breasts together while talking?

Why are you giving me those eye-smiles?

Ah, I don't know if the ramen is going into my nose or my mouth.

"But Oppa, are you still growing taller?"

It's true that I've grown taller as my level went up.

I think I'm about 178cm now.

And I recently found out that it's not just my height that's growing.

My middle guy has also been changing little by little, so I hadn't really noticed the difference until now, but I definitely know now.

It's not quite at the level of those ridiculous black guys in videos, but both the length and thickness have definitely surpassed the average for a South Korean adult.

Honestly, that felt better than growing taller.

How pathetic would it be to be tall but have that be small?

I'd rather be short and have that be big.

And in my case, both are growing, so it's the icing on the cake.

I wolfed down the ramen, feeling like I was choking because of Curvy Girl.

Curvy Girl asked.

"Oppa. I'm thinking of taking the day off. Since the older sister and all the kids are going to work..."

Ah. The next part is unsettling.

"Should we go into the room together?"

Ah, fuck. The blood is rushing to one place.

I shouldn't do this. Not yet. I'm still 19.

Fortunately or unfortunately, just then the door opened and a girl ran out.

"Something big happened!"

Curvy Girl, looking annoyed, glares at her and asks.

"Damn it. What's with the fuss?"

"Mi-young eonni is getting beaten up by a customer."

"What?"

Mi-young is one of the family members.

21 years old this year. One of the original members.

Her face is average, but her body is top-tier.

She was working at a karaoke bar.

Looks like customers are acting up at the place she went to.

"What do we do! Oppa!"

Why. Why? What do I do?

As I stared with wide eyes, Curvy Girl and the other girls also stared at me with wide eyes.

"Oppa! Hurry, hurry!"

Ah, fuck. The atmosphere is turning weird. Damn it. I think I might have gotten in too deep.

I took a taxi and got off in front of the karaoke bar I was contacted about.

Curvy Girl took the lead, and I followed behind.

I followed the stairs down to the basement, and I could hear loud noises from inside.

Curvy Girl opened the door and went in.

"Eonni! Mi-young eonni!"

I followed Curvy Girl inside, and at the entrance, some big guy was berating a young man who looked like an employee or the owner.

"Keep your eyes down properly, huh? If you don't want to die while acting smart, behave yourself."

As we entered, the big guy's gaze scanned Curvy Girl's body.

"Fuck, what's this? Huh. Heh heh heh heh. Baby. Did you come here to work? You're cute. Fuck, you were hiding a girl like this?"

Curvy Girl ignored the big guy's words and walked inside.

"Eonni! Mi-young eonni!"

The big guy blocked her path.

"Ah. What a shame. I've got some business today. Why don't you stay here and have a chat with me."

One of the big guy's hands grabbed Curvy Girl's shoulder.

Without thinking, I grabbed his hand and twisted it.

"Argh!"

Ah, fuck, why am I doing this? This really makes me look like their guardian.

Curvy Girl, who had been scared for a moment, gained courage from my actions and ran inside. Then, seeing into one of the rooms, she screamed and ran in.

"Aah! Eonni! Are you okay!"

Ah. Fuck. I threw the guy who was groaning with his arm twisted into a corner and followed her.

Standing in front of the room, I could see the scene inside.

Two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠women were collapsed inside.

Their tops were stripped off, leaving their breasts completely exposed.

Curvy Girl was shaking Mi-young, who was among them.

Blood was flowing from her nose and lips, and bruises and swelling were clearly visible on her face.

Ah, these fucking bastards. They're pissing me off.

Looking to the side, I see three men with bewildered expressions.

They were either in their underwear or shirtless.

But it was hard to find a spot on their bodies without tattoos.

One guy spotted me and asked with a sneer.

"What the fuck is that guy?"

Just then, the guy whose arm I had twisted earlier lunged at me.

I dodged his fist and reflexively threw a left-hand counter.

Pow!

The guy who lunged at me spun half a circle in the air and fell to the floor.

Knocked out cold.

The three guys were startled by the sight.

My answer was cold.

"Me? The Hunter."

I slowly walked into the room. And closed the door.