Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Chapter 53
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Reversed World's Modern Girl
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"Invest all my points into Magic Power."
Once a stat hits 5 or higher, it's 50 points.
And from 10 and up, a whopping 100 points each time?
What a rip-off. No scam like this exists.
You only get around 10 points per level-up, but come on, isn't this way too pricey?
'Sigh. This world's all about literally threatening with a knife to get stronger... Next time I see her, I gotta haggle for a discount.'
Well, at least the condition's met now.
The bare minimum to sit down for a chat with my status window.
That was pushing at least one stat into two digits. Which is why I'm in this private suite at the Hunter Association, courtesy of Branch Chief Im Eonnyeon.
A luxury hotel room, leagues above my old one-room dump.
Here, I finally addressed the true source of my power.
"As you said, I've gotten one stat to 10 or higher."
"So now, show yourself."
"Invite me to a space?"
I couldn't process it for a second.
With those words, my vision suddenly flooded with blinding white light.
That classic elementary school assignment: drawing the future of our country.
To inspire kids to dream of a bright 22nd century, art class usually saw us sketching sci-fi high-tech science cities straight out of cartoons.
I was no exception.
Even now, in this info age where the world changes daily, just imagine the 22nd century.
Flying cars in the sky?
Doors to anywhere?
Orbital elevators reaching the moon?
Who knew if they'd really exist.
Yeah, exactly like the sight before me now.
"Am I... in the future?"
The skyscrapers around me were all sleek, futuristic designs.
Car-like vehicles zipped through the sky, and when the traffic lights changed, graphic crosswalk signals lit up on the ground.
I wandered aimlessly through this city.
Why walk? It just felt right.
In the city center loomed a hologram five stories tall, morphing shapes to hawk all sorts of products.
The perfect picture of the future city folks in the 21st century dreamed up.
Only one weird thing.
"Hello? Anyone around?"
This flawless high-tech metropolis had zero human presence.
Empty department stores, vacant restaurants, even bathrooms and homes—no people, not even a sign of life.
As if I were the last survivor here.
That's when it hit.
"...Coffee?"
People gone, but automation humming along.
As I roamed the self-sustaining downtown, a rich coffee aroma teased my nose.
I followed it into a café.
"You've arrived, Player."
"...Status Window?"
"An honor to meet you face-to-face."
A woman with cascading golden blonde hair.
The sole soul in this deserted future city.
And the one I figured granted me my hunter powers upon reincarnating into the reversed world.
I was floored that the status window's true form was this drop-dead gorgeous babe.
"Wow, fuck. Those tits are fucking massive."
"Pardon?"
"Ah, uh. Nothing."
My inner monologue slipped out like some cheesy drama blunder.
Brushing it off, I took a seat across from her.
Her outfit had me feeling like a CEO entertaining his secretary.
"So... you're the one who awakened these mystery hunter powers in me...?"
"Female Submission Hunter."
"Pardon?"
"Not some mystery power. It's got a clear name: 'Female Submission Hunter'."
"Ah, right..."
No way she named this hunter class herself?
What kinda perverted naming sense is that?
'Well, she's no saint either.'
Reversed world women specialty: prim and proper up front, but getting railed silly behind closed doors.
Figuring she was cut from the same cloth, I cut to the chase—what mattered most right now.
"You wanted to meet me?"
"Yeah."
"Mind sharing why?"
"Of course."
The mastermind behind my second shot at life and that baffling hunter awakening.
Time to hear her out, starting with motive.
"Why me, specifically?"
"You mean..."
"Back home, I was just some average joe smashed by a truck. Nothing special about me. So why go through the hassle of reincarnating me and hooking me up with hunter powers?"
I wasn't anyone remarkable. Your standard Joe Schmoe office drone.
Sole standout: orphan, no folks.
Why gift a guy like me Female Submission Hunter powers? I had to know.
So I asked.
"First off, that reincarnation system? Wasn't me."
"...What?"
She claimed she didn't send me to this reversed-world Earth.
And get this.
"The reason I granted you Female Submission Hunter powers? Your disposition."
"Disposition?"
"Yep. Job name says it all—this power's men-only."
Female Submission Hunter.
This power she cooked up is exclusive to males. She'd been hunting for a fit since humanity's dawn on this Earth.
But across eons of history, why'd I hit the jackpot?
"I've scoured this world for a male who could rise above the females. From BC all the way to now."
"Uh... so reversed world guys are all too soft—no matches?"
"Nah. Plenty of raw powerhouses out there, superior to women in brute force."
But.
"The strength I wanted in a male includes the 'inner' fortitude too."
"Inner?"
Not just brawn and speed—beating down lust-crazed women wasn't enough. Total subjugation.
A man like that, even in the 21st century.
Status Window finally found her guy—thanks to me zipping over from normal Earth.
"Every dude I've eyed before? They beat a woman, then kill her or spare her. Never once tried to fuck or rape."
"Uh... guilty as charged?"
"No! You at least clock it: 'Damn, this bitch is smoking hot.'"
"......"
Reading my mind or what?
Spot on—no comeback.
"Plus, that stamina jerking off three times a day minimum, and if a chick's in your face but ain't cutting it, straight-up slap or gut-punch!"
...I'm not that much of a scumbag?
"My Female Submission Hunter shines brightest with heavy 'alpha male' vibes."
So after millennia, she tapped me—fresh off normal Earth—as her Player.
That was the why behind my mystery power-up.
'Hang on, reincarnation wasn't her doing?'
So it really was pure chance I landed here?
Even so, don't most reincarnates lose past-life memories? Why'd I keep mine intact?
Whatever—she claims ignorance, so I'll mull it solo later.
"Player, you hail from a world of equal rights for men and women, huh."
"Huh? Yeah, pretty much."
"Fascinating. Every world I've watched was female-led—men just livestock studs on demand."
"Uh... for real?"
Meaning, across the cosmos, reversed worlds rule, equal ones the oddballs?
The realization sent shivers, but only for a sec.
"...Hold up."
"?"
"'Worlds you've seen'? So you're not even from here?"
Hit me—more burning questions I'd skipped.
This future-city vibe we're chilling in right now.
Where the hell is it?
And this status window babe crafting hunter classes—what's her deal?
Reality chats were just pop-up messages; no clue she'd be a living, breathing person.
Especially after her admitting to combing Earth for eons for a Female Submission Hunter fit.
Her true identity? Spill it.
"Status Window, what the hell are you, really?"
"......"
Predictable as clockwork, she took a sip of coffee.
"My name is Levi."
Real name dropped: Levi. Sole resident of this future city, laying it all out.
"I'm a citizen of a cosmic civilization born at least 10 billion years before this Earth. Also, the very first hunter from the world that vanished first when the dungeons appeared."
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