Chapter 119
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: The Reality Where the Destined Succeeds
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"Does the clan have, like, a super long-term loan or something? And, uh, interest-free if possible... or low interest is fine too."
Ye-rin's voice was thick with urgency. She was already practically a slave to the Class Stone (A) - Witch of Harsh Winter. Its unique ability was leagues beyond the utility of her current class, so it was only natural she'd be desperate for it.
Rarely obtainable unique-rated class stones like this one only came to those fate favored. Watching her, Minguk turned to Hyun-ah.
He had a hunch that the clan leader would know all about such things.
"Do we have clan loans?"
"Yeah, I think we do. Pretty high limit too, but not interest-free, as far as I recall."
Even with low interest, the sheer amount involved meant the interest alone would be substantial. The key was the price of the Class Stone (A) - Witch of Harsh Winter. Market value was based on average auction house trades.
Price aside, Minguk had already decided internally to give it to Ye-rin to boost the raid team's strength.
"What's the market price on this? And how much would Hero Ye-rin need to pay for it?"
"...Recent trade was 63 million dollars, so 30% of that is 18.9 million dollars."
Minguk couldn't help but look shocked at So-jeong's response. 18.9 million dollars—that was enough to buy his own rare-rated class, 'Focused Healer'.
Even Ye-rin's face fell at the staggering sum.
No matter how much more heroes earned than civilians, Ye-rin and Team GGW mainly tackled [B]-rank dungeons. They weren't sitting on nearly 20 million dollars.
"No one else planning to bid?"
At Minguk's words, Ye-rin's eyes quickly scanned the room. Seeing no hands raised, she let out a relieved sigh.
"Then the Class Stone (A) - Witch of Harsh Winter goes to Hero Ye-rin for now. But we'll talk to the clan leader about the loan first, and once it's approved, we'll transfer it over."
"Yes! Got it!"
She was locked into loan servitude, but with a class she'd find useful even beyond becoming an 8-star hero—maybe forever—Ye-rin's face lit up like she'd conquered the world.
Hyun-ah, Yuna, and So-jeong—who'd been with the raid team since its founding—showered her with sincere congratulations.
With the Class Stone (A) - Witch of Harsh Winter's owner settled, only the Class Stone (A) - Blade of Malice remained. Like the Witch, it was a rare unique-rated class coveted among heroes.
"Looks like we should sell this one, right?"
Hyun-ah said, holding up the grayish stone. The unique-rated Blade of Malice was a dealer position class among tanks, dealers, and healers.
It had a rare passive that restored a set amount of HP every time it struck an enemy's vital spot. And if HP was maxed, excess recovery turned into a shield.
Incredible sustain for a dealer. Plus, its unique ability 'Edge of Darkness' guaranteed blocking the next enemy attack, no matter what. No wonder it was unique-rated.
"It's definitely good, but..."
"I do want it, sure. However..."
The dealer heroes eyeing the Class Stone (A) - Blade of Malice all looked hesitant.
It had tons of strengths. The catch? To benefit from its class effects, your main weapon had to be a dagger. And no dealers in GGW used daggers—not even as off-hands.
A class stone no one could use—pie in the sky.
"Auction house it is, then? How much? What's the price?"
"Recent trade: 76 million dollars...! Divided by ten... W-Wow!"
Yuna, frantically checking auction prices on her Hero Pad, let out an involuntary yell. So-jeong pointed out the error in her math.
"No. Factor in the clan cut first. Still, it's a ton."
"W-Wait! So we take our share and pay off my loan?!"
"Ten-way split, so not all of it."
"Still a huge dent!"
Assuming the class stone would go to auction, the team buzzed excitedly, checking prices and dreaming of their massive shares. Their faces beamed with joy, as if they'd already claimed it all.
But their bliss lasted less than ten seconds.
"Ah, I'll buy that one."
A calm voice cut through the team. It was Minguk.
"...Pardon?"
"H-Huh? Buy? Wait, who's buying?"
"Whaaat?!"
Everyone stared at him in stunned silence. Some smirked, eyes full of doubt, thinking the raid leader was pranking them.
"No joke—I'm really going to use it."
Minguk nodded firmly at his team.
He'd decided the moment he checked the Class Stone (A) - Blade of Malice's unique ability.
Need to practice position swaps for high-end raids anyway... Might as well go with something familiar.
Daggers were one of his best weapons back in his VR game dealer days. Second was battle axe—proper manly playstyle.
The clueless heroes just kept double-checking his decision.
* * *
"See? Good deeds pay off. Hm-hm-hmm."
Chae-young's steps were light as she headed back from the hotel lounge after chatting up a storm with her comrades.
It hadn't been with Memoria teammates, but today she'd pulled a Pillar of Light herself—first time in her 15-year hero career.
Two class stones, no less—a mega jackpot. Sure, they weren't Memoria's, but she wasn't hung up on that.
"Pillar of Light, Pillar of Light."
She hummed along rhythmically.
Memories of her ex-fiancé—now just some guy—had vanished. Dungeon break in Vietnam meant months apart anyway. Not that she needed to see him anymore.
"Feeling good?"
As she hummed toward her room, someone piped up. Next door's owner: Minguk.
"Wha—?!"
He timed his exit perfectly, like he'd been waiting. Chae-young jumped, staring. Memories of their steamy encounter days ago flooded back, stirring her heart into a flutter.
But it was just illusion. GGW heroes poured out of his room.
"...Schedule meeting?"
"Nah. Loot distribution."
"Oh..."
Minguk's casual tone flushed her face with embarrassment. She tried ducking into her room, but GGW juniors greeted her first.
"An honor to meet you. Tanya Russ of Russia."
"Olá."
GGW, rookies though they were, boasted diverse nationalities.
Clan R's—led by Oh Hyun-jung—aimed big: recruit global ranker prospects around Han Minguk for a powerhouse raid team.
Russia's Bear Tank Tanya Russ, Brazil's Büdchen sisters, Japan's space-style swordswoman Shiranui Mai. And...
"You, freeze right there."
A tiny girl—not yet of age—halted at Chae-young's words.
Shin Na-yeon. Once Memoria's star prospect, now GGW's maknae. Less 'disciple,' more fangirl copying Chae-young's weapon.
Chae-young ruffled her hair playfully.
"Still so small?"
"It's fine. Doctor says my growth plates are open. I'll grow more for sure."
"Sure, sure."
Chae-young chuckled and nodded. She'd heard that line ages ago herself. Hadn't grown a centimeter since.
"You brat. Seniors miss you—why no visits?"
"Stuck to GGW schedule. Personal time goes to raid prep training... Ow!"
Na-yeon clutched her head, scowling as Chae-young flicked it.
"No military manners. If she acts up in raids or her DPS sucks, tell me. I'll whip her into shape."
"Might take you up on that. Actually..."
Minguk laughed, playing along.
Na-yeon, sensing the vibe, slinked away awkwardly. Watching GGW file back to their rooms, Chae-young turned to Minguk.
"Who got the class stones? Witch of Harsh Winter goes to your cold mage, right...?"
"Yeah, Hero Ye-rin. And Blade of Malice? That's mine."
"Huh? Wait—Blade of Malice is dealer."
"Ding ding. Secret, but I'm a dealer too, y'know?"
Chae-young blinked. Was he serious?
Even if true, it made no sense. Riding GGW bus this time, she'd seen his healer skills rival top-tier heroes.
Why swap to dealer?
Didn't add up for high-diff prep. Make weaker heroes swap.
Among tank, dealer, healer—the raid team's 'mothers'—healers demanded top skill. And Han Minguk...
"Your Hero Academy scores..."
His dealer talent was trash. Public knowledge from media— she'd followed male heroes closely.
Minguk grinned at her jab.
"Hahaha! That was then, this is now. And I'm great with weapons!"
"You, good with weapons? Sigh... Handling weapons isn't like mana control—?!"
Chae-young froze mid-sentence. Her gaze drifted downward slowly. Something large poked her thigh.
"Wanna spar?"
"Not some old perv... Where'd you learn that cheesy line?"
She snorted despite herself. Not funny, but laughter bubbled up. Barely ten meetings in, yet her core was already damp.