Chapter 10
Chapter 10
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Appearing as a Guest on Saintess TV
-----------------------------------------------------------------
[Apgujeong Department Store Gate Occurrence… Zero Casualties!!]
[Witch of Fire Yoo Na-yeon Injured During Gate Subjugation? Vanishes with Mysterious Man.]
While waiting for Yoo Na-yeon's treatment, I hopped on the internet, and articles about what had just happened were already popping up.
They needed the latest scoop to rack up those clicks.
The reporters had moved fast.
"No love for Blue Vest, huh."
A bit disappointed, I headed into the gallery forum.
Maybe it'd be different here.
I chuckled as I tapped out a comment on my smartphone.
FYI, the "Blue Vest could be a stud too" one? That was me.
Man, gallery trolling is fun.
"Oh. Treatment's done?"
The clinic door opened, and Yoo Na-yeon stepped out.
No bandage even on her ankle.
With an S-Rank hunter's natural regen plus a healer's treatment, a hairline fracture would've healed already.
"What'd the doc say? Didn't tease you about an S-Rank having weak bones?"
"Shut up! My bone didn't break, okay? Just a sprained ligament."
Yoo Na-yeon grumped back as she walked over.
Good thing her foot seemed fine.
She sat next to me and murmured softly.
"Hey, but… back at the department store…"
Yoo Na-yeon fiddled with my sleeve, hesitating.
Her face a bit flushed—like she was gearing up to thank me.
"Thanks so much earlier. You saved my life."
"Yeah. Be more careful next time. I got some panther blood on my clothes saving you, but I won't charge for the dry cleaning. Made bank on mana stones."
"…You're really something when it comes to killing the mood."
Yoo Na-yeon grinned and smacked my back.
"Still, you were cool. Today."
I pretended not to hear her quiet mutter.
Cool, huh.
Too embarrassing for friends.
I gave Yoo Na-yeon a ride home for the first time in ages, then headed back to mine.
Felt like doing it today, for some reason.
Unlike Han Yoo-jung's clinginess, she's chill. Kinda nice.
Though that might mean she doesn't see me as dating material.
The second I got home, I flopped onto the sofa.
"Haa. Made and spent a solid haul today."
Only spent points today, so my bank balance was still fat.
Even grew a bit from selling mana stones.
But human greed knows no bounds.
Got 500 mil? Want a billion. Got a billion? Craving ten.
Damn, imagining 10 bil in the bank already makes 500 mil feel small.
Am I finally losing it?
Then my tablet on the table buzzed.
"Again?"
Does this woman commission once a day or what?
Not letter delivery again, right?
I tapped the screen lazily.
Grabbed some decent Chinese with Yoo Na-yeon on the way back, so no thanks to restaurant escort gigs today.
[Client: Han Yoo-jung]
[Details: Saintess TV Guest Appearance Request]
[Total Estimated Time: ~3 Hours]
[Pay: 10,000,000 KRW + Donation Revenue 50:50 Split]
[Notes: Face Reveal Optional (Mask Allowed)]
"…Huh."
I swallowed hard.
Ten million's no chump change.
Made some cash on mana stones earlier, but I wasn't itching to dive back into dungeons and risk my neck.
Ten mil was big bucks to me.
Plus half the donations?
Han Yoo-jung's streams pull over 20k viewers, I hear.
Donations probably blow past a mil a day easy.
Half of that…
'500k bonus just for showing up.'
Three hours… Perfect to digest lunch. Solid hourly rate.
'Don't love my face getting out there.'
But with a mask? Different story.
No one but close acquaintances would clock me.
"Manager Park."
I called her up.
"Yes, Sang-hyuk."
"Wearing a mask on a broadcast—what's your honest take? Risk of my identity leaking?"
"Should be fine. Han Yoo-jung guaranteed 'We'll protect the gentleman's safety with our lives.' Sounds like she's lending an artifact, not just any mask."
What? Artifacts like that exist?
S-Rank perks—killer collection.
No worries then.
"But she has one condition."
"Condition?"
"Yes. About the outfit…"
Manager Park trailed off awkwardly.
What weird costume now? Not telling me to show up as a delivery guy, right?
"She wants you in the blue vest, like when you saved her."
"…Delivery vest?"
"Yes. Something about it being your signature look…"
I blanked for a sec.
Just flexed millions at the department store, and now meeting the Saintess means suiting up as a delivery drone again.
'Fine. Throw it on. Since when was I Mr. Luxury anyway?'
Over 300k an hour.
She could ask for a tank top in winter and I'd think twice.
"Tell her I'll take it. Heading out now."
I dug out the blue delivery vest from the closet corner.
Not army gear, but who thought I'd wear this again.
Dusted it off and slipped it on—the familiar scent of labor hit my nose.
"Yeah. This is my battle gear."
Black mask and cap pulled low, I headed out.
Destination: Han Yoo-jung's secret new apartment.
This time, borrowed Manager Park's car.
Walking everywhere was mentally draining.
No need to play pedestrian when wheels exist.
"Didn't mean to drag you from work, Manager Park."
"Nonsense. This is my job."
Fair point.
She's my manager to help—acting distant hurts us both.
"Alright, I'll head out then."
"Sure. Call when you're done."
"Welcome, sir! Thanks so much for appearing."
Han Yoo-jung greeted me at the door.
"I'm the thankful one. Who gets ten mil for a guest spot?"
Last delivery, we met in the hall. First time inside.
Rich girl's pad—especially solo—what's the vibe?
Straight-up sparkling.
No decor in mine.
Wealth stacked over years? Eye-popping luxury toys.
'Loves figures. Gems, art too.'
Collects anything pricey.
Living room packed with staff including guards—nodding hell made my neck ache.
"This outfit really okay?"
I flapped the blue vest.
"Totally! That's the point!"
Han Yoo-jung beamed, straightening my clothes herself.
Her outfit today: long-sleeve sweater, jeans. Zero skin. Way more casual than the restaurant.
"What do I do today?"
She handed me a prepped script.
Pro streamer through and through.
Custom script even for a normie guest.
"Just answer my questions. If viewers give missions, do 'em if you want. Show a bit of your skills and it'll explode?"
"Skills, huh…"
If she weren't S-Rank, I'd pass.
Per Yoo Na-yeon today, villain groups target S-Ranks.
Me cozying up on air with randos? Risky.
Villains after Blue Vest might snatch the streamer hostage.
But Han Yoo-jung's already a famous S-Rank.
She knows, called anyway.
Can protect herself, no doubt.
"No need to go overboard. Hehe. Don't want the house collapsing. Just moved in yesterday."
She joked while finishing setup like a pro.
"Ready? Broadcast starting now?"
I gulped.
Live stream? Nerves hitting.
Suddenly needed the bathroom.