Prologue: Damn, Your Power's Insane Lol
[Warning. Clear killing intent toward the user has been detected.]
Proceed with confiscation?
Click.
‘I’m a baby core. Please take good care of me.’
Yeah, yeah. Got it. You’re the core from a myth-grade hunter, right.
“You bastard!!! Give me back my power… my power!!!”
“Sorry, but it’s already been confiscated. No refunds.”
They say nothing happens just from clicking, but who knew power theft would actually be a one-click deal in this world.
Interesting. The world's getting noisy.
Anomalies are spiking in gates, guilds are slitting each other's throats, and the Hunter Association's in a frenzy over some unidentified threat.
It all started with me.
Baek Sa-eon. Unawakened.
No talent. No core. No skills.
Not anymore, though.
Oh. One more thing.
The system is kinda weird.
[… =w= ]
Notice. The system is staring at you intently.
“What now???”
The system warns that that woman is dangerous.
“That’s the hunter from before… Don’t you remember analyzing all her info for me, you tin can?”
[… =_= ]
The system switches its expression to bold.
“Fine, fine. The user hereby requests after-service from the system.”
Denied. And italics are for me only.
“What the actual fuck.”
Got normalized.
Guess mindless one-clicking does come with risks after all.