Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: At Least My Face
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I have to hide my face, at least.
Female Submission Hunter.
...Have you ever heard of a job class like that?
I sure haven't.
In any normal world, something this depraved wouldn't exist, of course.
Which means this is a glitch.
"Looks like I've got a bug!"
But just like that, a notification window popped up, vehemently denying my thoughts.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
My head was spinning in confusion.
Still, I had awakened, so maybe I should be happy about that much.
But of all the nicknames to slap on before "Hunter," it had to be "Female Submission."
In this world, Hunters awaken already knowing the job class that fits their role.
A Mage Hunter naturally picks up a staff, a Barbarian Warrior grabs an axe, an Archer a bow, a Swordsman a sword—their future position is decided right then and there.
But my nickname.
None other than "Female Submission."
Even if this were the original world, it'd be dizzying. In this reversed world, it was pure horror.
Because...
"Whoa~ Female Submission, huh?"
"This'll be fun. You gonna submit to me today?"
"Just put on a collar and find your way home, right?"
A chill ran down my spine.
This was a world where, the moment girls hit puberty, they turned into beasts.
The news was full of reports about female perverts at every turn.
And for some reason—maybe because they always risked their lives—female Hunters were especially feral when it came to breeding instincts.
Their sex drives were so intense that every country had special "gigolo villages" just for Hunters.
'Hunters are all superhumans, so they can't get satisfied with regular guys... If word gets out that I'm one of them, I'm in deep shit.'
In the worst case, my own house could turn into a mini sex den for Hunters.
No matter how much money they offered, I had to protect my chastity.
Selling my body along with it for cash? My life would feel utterly worthless.
'Normally, a Hunter's nickname gets revealed by the association's magic tools, but somehow I found out on my own.'
Usually, exact Hunter stats are checked at the association building above the dungeon.
In that sense, this was a stroke of luck amid misfortune.
No matter how tight the Hunter Association's security was, it was still run by women. My info leaking was inevitable.
"Haa... So what are my Hunter abilities?"
"Don't tell me, because it's Female Submission Hunter, it has nothing to do with combat and is just for banging women?"
Why's the status window going quiet on me?
Is it seriously telling me to become a Hunter-exclusive gigolo?
Not really my thing, personally.
I was staring at the notification window that had been stuck on "..." for a bit, wondering if I should buy some condoms just in case, when...
"Huh?"
"...Player?"
Right before my eyes, a status window unfolded with content completely different from before.
A building taller than Lotte World Tower stood smack in the middle of Sangam-dong, Mapo-gu, Seoul.
The Hunter Association Korean Branch.
I think it was back in kindergarten, the one time the Hunter precursor phenomenon hit me.
After starting elementary school, the orphanage director—figuring I'd matured a bit—took me there once.
The way the area buzzed back then...
'Those crazy bitches were practically drooling over an elementary kid...'
The moment we entered the association, I got treated like a lucky charm, showered with gifts on the way out.
Of course, I knew it wasn't pure kindness—it was an investment in the future. But the gifts themselves weren't guilty.
I snatched them up, but my spine tingled so much I swore not to go near the place until a real awakening.
Now, finally stepping into the Hunter Association, all sorts of thoughts swirled through my mind.
"...Took long enough."
I was riding the elevator up to officially register as a Hunter.
But according to the skill description, it hides the face but not the gender, huh?
I could feel the sticky gazes of the female Hunters who entered the elevator with me, fixating on my suited body—currently under "Armament."
Every time one of them licked her lips, my legs went weak.
This only made me more certain that my choice from earlier wasn't a regret.
Exactly one day ago.
"10 points?"
Kim Yongchan's info suddenly appeared before my eyes in a status window.
And these 10 points it suddenly gave me.
It felt like I'd become a character in a game.
All this was alien to someone like me who couldn't even handle the basics of gaming.
But amid it all, one thing was crystal clear.
"I'm total fodder..."
Every stat listed under Abilities was 0.1 out of 20—not even scraping a 1.
Still, true to the precursor phenomenon, my physical abilities should be a notch above average people, even if below normal Hunters.
Up through high school, I'd worked out steadily to build on that physique.
Thanks to that, I got secretly filmed by girls in PE class more times than I could count.
But seeing these numbers...
"Haa..."
Honestly, it was a huge shock.
The moment I realized all the castles I'd built were sand.
"Yeah, and not just that."
"Go register at the association like this. The moment I step into my first dungeon, I could get kidnapped and raped on the spot."
This was 21st-century Korea.
Human rights were solid, the constitution respected, CCTV everywhere on streets for crime prevention—a world no different from the Earth I knew.
On the surface, anyway.
Underground—in the dungeons—there was no such thing as CCTV, obviously.
So no one knew what happened inside, and Hunters, even hailed as humanity's hope, were women all the same.
Back in high school.
Imagining I'd become a Hunter someday, I researched books on male Hunters to prep.
And I was horrified.
The books on male Hunters read less like biographies or guides and more like erotic fanfic.
Male Hunters, who were born maybe once in a blue moon.
Despite their rarity, most couldn't escape E-rank. Their key role? "Supporters" for other female Hunters.
And supporter meant sex, obviously.
During dungeon runs, when party members got stressed and out of sync, volunteer as their sex slave.
'Even though male bodies were 10 times tougher than average guys, the top cause of death for male Hunters was still sexual exhaustion.'
Multiple female Hunters drained your stamina, but one-on-one should satisfy, the books claimed.
So right now, my body couldn't even please an SSS-rank gigolo, let alone a female Hunter.
I was basically their ultimate rare "masturbation toy."
To avoid dying in bed, the only way was to grind XP fast.
"Those points... can I only use them on stats?"
"Skills?"
Even dumping 2 points into each stat, I had no clue how strong that'd make me among Hunters.
Plus, entering a first dungeon meant my face would be exposed, like it or not.
Worst case, they'd tail me home and rape me there.
Pondering how to spend these 10 points, a new status window listing various skills popped up.
"Oh, cool?"
Felt just like shopping on my phone.
The shop had famous Hunters' "unique abilities" I'd seen in books and news.
"Wild... Hunters usually go through hell to get even one skill fitting their job."
In that way, my "Female Submission Hunter" awakening seemed pretty overpowered.
Of course, the unheard-of nickname meant I'd be target number one for female Hunters worldwide if exposed.
Anyway.
"Hmm... Anything good?"
No matter how great the skill, my Magic Power was 0.1.
What could I squeeze value from with 10 points or less at my level?
Something so impressive that the moment I entered a dungeon, they'd think, "Whoa, can't rape this one easy..."
While digging for that...
"Oh?"
I found it.
If you can't fight, hide—that's the classic.
Not perfect, but at least it'd perfectly conceal my personal info.
"Perfect. This one's mine."