Job change. 2
Job change. 2
A convenience store located in a quiet apartment complex.
Behind the building, empty boxes were always stacked neatly.
The store owner set them aside for the grandma who collected boxes.
It might not seem like much, but to the grandma, those neatly stacked recyclables were a godsend.
A dark evening.
Just like any other day, the grandma headed behind the convenience store, looking forward to the pile of boxes, and turned the corner. But when she faced the back of the building, a look of distress, rarely seen on her face, appeared.
Some students were sitting on the boxes, smoking.
The students looked like delinquents at a glance, and she felt reluctant to approach them.
But thinking of the boxes underneath them, she couldn't just turn back.
The grandma approached cautiously and spoke up.
"Students. Could you move for a second? I need to take these boxes."
Hearing her timid voice, the students' expressions changed like mischievous brats who had found something fun.
One of them walked over with a cigarette between his fingers.
"Grandma. Is that yours?"
"Oh, yes. Student. That's mine. If you could just move for a second, I'll take them."
"Is that so?"
The guy blew the cigarette smoke he'd inhaled right into the grandma's face.
Then he took out his wallet and pulled out a 1,000-won bill.
"Then go buy me a cigarette. Marlboro. Then we'll give you those."
The guy sitting on the pile of boxes behind him giggled.
The grandma just stared silently at the 1,000-won bill he held out.
"Huh? Don't know what a cigarette is? Don't know what a Marlboro is? Can't hear me? Kehehehe. I asked if you don't know what a Marlboro is?"
The grandma said, as if squeezing the words out.
"Student. Please, don't do this."
"Ah, fuck, seriously. You're fucking hard of hearing. Is it because you're old? I said if you just buy the cigarettes, we'll give you all the boxes."
The grandma didn't want to be there anymore.
As she turned to leave, the delinquent grabbed her shoulder.
And he continued to mock her.
"Where are you going without answering? Don't need the boxes? You said they were yours. Were you lying? Were you trying to steal them?"
While the delinquent was throwing his weight around, a thud was heard from behind, but the guy, distracted by his bullying, and the grandma didn't hear it.
"Fuck. Don't know money? Don't know cigarettes?"
"No... Student. Why are you like this. Please, just..."
The grandma, who was turning her body, stopped in surprise as she looked past the delinquent.
"Why? What's wrong all of a sudden?"
Just then, a hand popped out from behind the delinquent.
That hand grabbed the arm holding the cigarette and twisted it violently.
"Argh! My arm, arm, arm!"
The guy's upper body bent forward as his arm was twisted behind his back, and after spinning half a circle in the opposite direction, he knelt on the ground.
The guy, bent forward, saw his friend who had been sitting in the back watching until just a moment ago.
The guy who had been sitting on the boxes was already lying on the ground, writhing.
The opponent, who had snatched the cigarette from the trembling delinquent's fingers, stubbed the lit cigarette right onto the delinquent's cheek.
A scream erupted from the burning pain.
"Aaaaaaack!"
A low voice was heard.
"Smoking is bad. Secondhand smoke, too. You'll get lung cancer later."
"Argh. Fuck."
He turned his head to scan who it was that had twisted his arm.
It was a guy whose face was covered by a baseball cap and a hoodie.
Only his sharp eyes were clearly visible beneath the shade.
He asked in a trembling voice.
"Who... who are you?"
"Me? The Hunter."
"What?"
"I just happened to need two more. Since there are some good ones to eat right here, I couldn't just pass by."
The corners of the guy's mouth went up.
That smile was chilling.
And at that moment. Pudeudeuk.
The opponent twisted the arm he was holding even further.
I sat at a round table in front of a quiet convenience store and placed the bottle of soda I'd bought and the stolen wallet on it.
I'll put the money these bad guys scraped together to good use.
A stack of 10,000-won bills and cultural gift certificates came out of the wallet.
Adding it all up, it was about 200,000 won.
"Well, this is decent. I should deposit this into the account tomorrow."
I haven't just been hunting and leveling up during the 3 weeks I've been a runaway.
Fights can be solved with levels, but money doesn't just appear on its own.
I've been steadily robbing the wallets of the guys I've submitted.
The biggest haul was what I took from Ma Dong-su.
Since Ma Dong-su was originally acting as the treasurer for Banya, he had been steadily saving the money Banya had been extorting from students in the bank. After submitting Ma Dong-su, I took his bank card and password and withdrew all the money.
The amount was quite large, reaching several million won. Seeing that much left over even though these bastards must have been spending it non-stop on cigarettes and alcohol, it really shows how much they've been extorting.
Not content with just taking his phone as insurance, I stripped him naked and even took pictures.
Ma Dong-su, whose heart had already been submitted, moved to another region following my order to disappear from my sight forever, so he won't be showing up again.
Once the money issue was resolved, I immediately opened a stock account using my mom's driver's license.
Mom probably doesn't even know where the license she put in the closet went.
Ma Dong-su's bankbook, and the money I collected while hunting, all went into Giga Study stocks.
In a few years, it'll multiply dozens of times over.
I separate the cultural gift certificates and the cash.
Now that the money is sorted, let's check the points.
After dealing with the last two guys, all the points had accumulated.
Tiring-tiring.
[Achievement Unlocked: Complete Submission (12/12)]
You have achieved the points required for leveling up.
Level rises to 6.
All stats increase by 1.
[Status Window: Gangster Minion (LV 6)]
[Skill: 0/1]
Select a skill.
3 skills appeared.
I'm torn between two. Shadow Walk and Secret Bag.
After thinking for a moment, I made a decision. I don't know how effective it is, but being able to avoid people's eyes is a huge merit.
[Skill: 1/1]
You have selected the Shadow skill. Consumes 5 Intelligence per use. Can only be used where there is a shadow, and you can hide your body inside the shadow. Duration is 30 seconds.
Ah! So that's what you use Intelligence for.
In that case, I need to steadily raise Intelligence too.
Alright, let's invest. First, let's raise Intelligence by 2, Stamina by 1, and Agility by 1.
[Status Window: Gangster Minion (LV 6)]
[Skill: 1/1]
Shadow Walk. Consumes 5 Intelligence per use. Can only be used where there is a shadow, and you can hide your body inside the shadow. Duration is 30 seconds.
Got the skill, got the job.
Now, let's see how far I can go.
A quiet park playground with few people.
A dozen male and female students are gathered, smoking.
Among them, one student who looks like the leader stands out.
Tall, fair skin, a face that could be called a flower boy.
It's Choi Min-su, who is the president of Banya.
Proving his popularity, a pretty female student wearing a school uniform that showed off her figure was stuck right next to him. Choi Min-su was smoking with his arm around the female student's shoulder.
The hulking guy opposite him, Banya's No. 2, but the school's top fighter, Kang Ho-cheol, spoke to Choi Min-su.
"Three of them have been hit, what are you going to do?"
"Obviously, I have to clean it up. But it's difficult right now. The school is sensitive, too. This time, we could really get dragged into it."
"Are you just going to sit still then?"
"Can't do that. The collection from Class 3 is a problem, too. More than that, we have to make up for the money Ma Dong-su flew off with."
Since Ma Dong-su, who managed the money, suddenly disappeared without a word along with the money, Club Banya was in a very difficult situation right now.
"Is there no word from the Alliance?"
"Well, I took care of the overdue membership fees first. But I can't keep covering it myself. I have to resume collections quickly."
Banya wasn't just a simple school club.
They were affiliated with the Gyeonggi Alliance, a collection of violent clubs in the Hwaseong, Ansan, and Suwon areas, and were sending monthly dues.
Actually, they were called members, but in reality, they were in a position of paying tribute to the Gyeonggi Alliance, a violent circle that started in Ansan. But for Choi Min-su, who had taken control of Banya through them and become No. 1, there was nothing to complain about.
"To do that, you need someone in charge of Class 3 collections."
"So how long are you going to leave that guy alone?"
"Just endure it until vacation. Then the teachers' interest will fade, too. After dealing with him during vacation, we can just have him transferred. For now, I'll meet him tomorrow. Let's see if he's a guy worth using or not."
A mischievous smile appeared on Choi Min-su's face.