Galaxy in My Palm: Ganggi Ignites
Finally, a galaxy formed in my hand. Ganggi.
The signature technique representing a super peak martial artist—or the exclusive domain of a top-tier A-Rank hunter. Park Jisu's mouth hung open dumbly at the vivid purple hand aura blazing from my elbow like fire.
"Heh. See that? This oughta be enough to go toe-to-toe with an ogre, right?"
"Uh..."
"Hey! Snap out of it!"
"Huh?"
Her eyes were wide as saucers from the shock, a dribble of drool running from her lips—giving her full-on ahegao vibes that made my cock twitch heavy in my pants, totally out of place for the moment.
"Wh-what was that?"
Ignoring her dazed expression and the blank stare she shot my way, I kept going. Thanks to her, my lower half deflated with a hollow chuckle, the erection from stretching earlier going limp.
This must be Park Jisu's charm.
"President Park! President Park, your man's wielding Ganggi like an A-Rank hunter! Check this out."
I pumped more mana in to snap her out of it, and right before her eyes, the deep purple Ganggi mass pulsed with energy, asserting its presence.
"Ganggi..?"
"Yup! Your hubby's actually a pure strength A-Rank hunter~ This baby right here."
"A-Rank?"
"Yup."
"Can it kill an ogre?"
"Piece of cake."
"F-fuck!!!"
I waved my Ganggi-cloaked hand around for the still-tilting-head girl, then cut the mana. Her dopey expression sharpened, eyes sparkling, and suddenly she let out a wild screech, jumping up and down in place.
"Es-escape! Can't die with installments left! C'mere, hubby!"
Park Jisu, babbling like she'd lost her mind, clung to me in her signature koala pose and started peppering my cheek with kisses.
"Wait, you have installments?"
"Huh?"
Learning my wifey's unknown financial mess made my eyes narrow involuntarily.
"Uh, uh? The house loan's just a bit?"
"You signed with the Association, didn't you?"
"Better terms might come in..."
"So you took just what you could handle and left room to pocket the difference?"
"Y-yeah... Why?"
Her sly squirming under my gaze, peeking at my reaction, sent chills down my spine. Who knew this innocent face hid such cunning... I secretly patted my chest and spoke up.
"Ahem... Nah, I think I need to take control of the finances."
"Huh?"
Her wide eyes showed no resistance—just blinking. My sudden worry melted away, lips curling into a grin.
Alright, situation sorted, future headaches nipped in the bud. Time to hunt that ogre for real.
I grabbed the tilting Park Jisu's hand and hurried off. We'd only caused chaos since entering the gate—who knew when it'd strike next? Priority one: move.
"Finances? So I get an allowance?"
Unlike me calmly planning, she mulled my words, whining for a big allowance the whole way.
Having been the family breadwinner since girlhood, she knew earning but not receiving—must have fantasies about pocket money. With a wife like this, worries piled up like mountains.
Sigh... Gotta merge the accounts first.
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Thud!Thump!
The muscle-bound slate-gray behemoth scooped up an orc corpse scattered in the forest, tilting its head. It twitched its nose, sniffing for the cause—but I'd already handled that. It followed the scent to the river, splashed its face in dissatisfaction, then lumbered back to its lair.
"How's it look?"
Turning at the voice by my ear, I saw Park Jisu with damp hair, head cocked.
"Yeah, seems we dodged its trail for now."
"Phew..."
She slumped against me with a sigh of relief. From morning mob clears to our escape post-meeting, it'd been brutal physically—yet here she was, compos mentis. I smiled proudly. Even tiny, she's an Awakener through and through.
I handed her cocoa with a grin at that thought. She eyed me oddly.
"That's a skill too?"
Her sharp gaze pierced thanks to the inventory I'd opened for food and water during our flight. Secrets between lovers, huh?
"Yeah, sorry I couldn't spill everything. Kinda tricky to explain outright."
"...Fair enough."
I'd braced for pushback or glares, but she nodded calmly, like she'd figured it. She'd watched me up close, after all—my insane growth and combat feats screamed hidden powers. An academy third-year as A-Rank? No one'd buy it without proof. Pure braggart legend stuff.
"Spilling it all could get me locked up... Cut me some slack."
I put on a sincere sorry face. She nodded like no choice, eyes softening—happy I'd shared now, easing my worries.
"Yeah. Your growth's nuts, and that unrelated subspace power's risky... Promise later?"
"Obviously. Heh."
She finally smiled, sipping her cocoa.
"What's the plan?"
"Recover your condition first, then figure it out."
"Can I help?"
Imagining her mere B-Rank facing an A-Rank monster soured her face. I stroked her head.
"It's my first ogre too—your help'd make it easier. The support team meant for this was three A-Ranks, right?"
I glanced at her rifle case by my feet.
"With that?"
"Yup."
As a national rep pick, even sans support gear, her sniping could dent an ogre. Once damaged, I'd close for melee.
Per the hunt plan, best if Jisu opens with a snipe from ambush.
From cover, her shot could blow off a hand or foot easy. I felt traces of her mana confirming it.
All that sex with Jisu, running Moonlight Body Heart Technique constantly...
"Think it'll work?"
She puzzled it out, fiddling her case, face uncertain.
"Hey, you never tried max range max power, right?"
"Uh... yeah?"
"Figured. Full blast'd shatter the gun, Association'd call overkill. You just follow orders, never thought to... Only one round in the box anyway. Perfect chance to test."
"Aww... Blackie's gonna break?"
"Blackie?"
"Hehe."
"Holy shit..."
Her dopey grin petting her gun made my head drop. She'd named it... I sighed, glaring.
"Anyway, recover. Hungry, speak up."
"Okay."
She nodded, grabbing the sleeping bag I'd given her, heading into the goblin cave. Her morning mob sweep mapped it—good, no bed worries.
Alone, I turned. A massive ridge loomed forest-center. Wanted to claim it, but...
Ogre territory border. Can't.
I tsked, poking the fire with a branch in frustration. Tasks: lure ogre, get Jisu to ridge. Could split, but risks galore. If aggro stuck to her? We'd be fucked.
Clear ridge perimeter first.
Shhh!
I doused the boiling pot over the fire, rising. It was just to soothe her—pointless for my Iron Man and martial arts-boosted body. Risky even.
I stomped the glowing embers cold. Smoke rose from the dead fire's heart, signaling true gate stranding began.