Multi-Troll S-Rank Hunter Choi Ara of the Overseas Hunter Gallery
“Hwaaaam~”
Only after a long, drawn-out yawn did the smartphone I’d tossed into the corner catch my eye.
I got up from the bed, picked up the phone, and held it.
The impact from when I’d thrown it must have been the culprit—the power was off.
“So that’s why it was so quiet.”
No wonder the phone that had been ringing nonstop had suddenly gone silent.
I could have answered or blocked the calls, but I was too tired to waste even a scrap of energy.
The moment I turned the smartphone back on, a call came through with terrifying speed.
“Ha… Hello.”
I answered, figuring whoever it was would just keep calling if I didn’t.
“Han! Do! A!”
A woman’s voice carefully enunciated each syllable of my name.
“Yeah.”
“Is this really Han Doa? I have one huge favor to ask….”
“Do I know you? Why are you speaking so casually on a first call?”
Even someone with just the bare minimum of compulsory education knew you didn’t talk down to strangers.
It was only because it was me that I was responding this mildly….
If it had been someone who’d just taken a taser to the face, they’d probably be spewing double-strength curses by now.
“Uh…. Yes…. I’m sorry….”
Hearing my words, the woman immediately tucked her tail and apologized.
Seeing that, I felt a little better for some reason.
“Ahem. So who are you?”
“Choi Ara… is my name…. I’m an S-Rank Hunter too….”
Her voice was thoroughly deflated now, all crumpled and subdued.
But an S-Rank Hunter?
I switched to speakerphone and searched the internet.
Most of what came up were posts from a community called the Overseas Hunter Gallery.
New posts were flooding in nonstop, so I just tapped into one at random.
The one with the most upvotes—in other words, the post the majority of gallery users agreed with.
Did she turn herself into a human macro with her broken Division (S) skill just because she doesn’t know how to use macros?
Did she declare at a press conference that she wouldn’t climb the Tower anymore if the gallery blocked her?
And in the same press conference, did she tell people to stop downvoting her posts?
Did she promise 100 coffee donations if it hit recommended, then go dark claiming her grandpa manages her bank account so she can’t pay?
And then come back and shamelessly get in the donation queue?
Did she aggro by saying she’d expose the true natures of S-Rank Hunters using her clones’ floating IPs?
And even when she actually pulled the aggro, was the “expose” something chicken-level like “Lee Du likes mint chocolate ice cream” because she got scared?
When Japanese S-Rank Hunter Miyuki posted a bikini story, did she post one 10 minutes later and mid-diff her?
When people mocked her for low intelligence, did she bring a TOEIC score of 100 to prove she got 100 points?
And did she even think that 100 was a perfect score?
“Hmm.”
I could get a pretty good sense of what kind of person she was just from a quick skim.
Okay, analysis complete.
Just a troll, huh.
Shorts, Reels, communities—those kinds of people were everywhere.
So seeing one more similar person didn’t particularly faze me.
“So what’s your business?”
Choi Ara was still hemming and hawing over the phone, so I asked first.
“Um… would it be possible to meet up and take a photo together just once…? No, more than that, please, won’t you take one with me? Please!! I’ll do anything…!”
And her desperate plea.
That only made me more curious.
“Why do you want to take a photo with me so badly?”
I asked, and Choi Ara began speaking in a trembling voice.
“Th-that is… actually, I lied on the gallery saying that I’m close with Hunter Han Doa… that we’re childhood friends…. And they told me to prove it… The mods even said that if I don’t verify this time, they’ll have no choice but to ban me for a week….”
Her voice grew more and more desperate.
“I… I…!! I’ve become a body that can’t live without the gallery…! If I don’t post on the gallery for even a single day, thorns grow all over my body, you know…!”
She finally blurted out a story so pitiful it was hard to listen to.
But she said she’d do anything…?
At the Association President’s request, I was taking it slow climbing the Tower or resting for a while.
And if I didn’t climb the Tower, the economic profit I could make was zero.
“Then how much can you pay? Friend fee.”
At my words, Choi Ara’s voice brightened up.
“Thank you! Thank youuu!! Write down however much you want and I’ll give it to you right after we take the photo!! Um… the location, just a moment, I’ll send it to you!”
Choi Ara already seemed to think I’d agreed.
After the call with Choi Ara ended, I, still completely naked, lifted Meonji up.
“Meonji! How much should we ask for?? We might be able to live in a reeeeally big house now~”
The hotel was insanely comfortable… but still, a person needs their own house.
I didn’t actually plan to squeeze a fortune out of her just for one photo, but she was the one who said she’d pay whatever I wanted!
And the other party was an S-Rank Hunter.
Maybe it’d be fine to squeeze enough for a small house?
“But a photo, huh….”
The old smartphone I’d used before had its camera smashed long ago, so even after becoming a woman I hadn’t really taken any photos.
After buying a new smartphone, I’d been too busy with all sorts of things….
“Well, if I just go, she’ll take care of the photos.”
I was confident in my looks.
No matter how happily I ate late-night snacks every night, my figure stayed the same.
So the next day, I threw on some casual sweats and headed to the place Choi Ara had mentioned.
I called a taxi and gave the road name address she’d sent.
Then I sank into the comfortable taxi seat and picked up my smartphone.
Something that had piqued my curiosity from the post yesterday.
Mid-diff….
Even though I was in a woman’s body now, inside I was still a sturdy man!
Just how big of a difference was there that HunterGas… no, HunterDeerGuys had been so shocked?
With the infinite trust stemming from his username, I went into Choi Ara’s Starstagram.
And there, her photos practically wallpapered the whole thing.
And I found that photo without any trouble at all.
It was pinned right at the top of the feed.
Looking at the photo, pure admiration slipped out.
“Whoa….”
Her pink hair shone even brighter in the sunlight, and the white bikini blended with the rippling waves for an even cooler feel.
But those impressions weren’t what was important about this photo.
“Mid-diff, for sure.”
I could tell without even looking up what kind of person Ms. Miyu…ki was.
“Probably similar to me….”
Even though I was a man, I felt oddly lonely for no reason.
Was it because I was a woman now….
While I was lost in endless worries and idle thoughts, the driver informed me we’d arrived, so I got out of the taxi.
Following the road name address Choi Ara had sent, I arrived at a high-rise building full of dazzling floor-to-ceiling windows.
“This is… Cheongung Guild.”
A giant bow, the guild’s symbol, was painted on the outer wall of the building.
“Why did she tell me to come here…?”
Just then, someone poked me from behind.
When I turned around, the first thing that caught my eye was the pink hair I’d seen in the photo.
And what also caught my eye was… a pair of enormous somethings that even her loose clothes couldn’t hide.
I reflexively stepped back,
“Uh…. You’re Hunter Han Doa, right? Hello…. I’m Choi Ara…. Haha….”
Choi Ara spoke to me, looking nervous.
“I’m Han Doa. So where and how should we take the photo?”
I cut straight to the point,
“Ah! Yes! Shall we go right away?”
Choi Ara guided me inside Cheongung Guild.
Whether she found me scary or uncomfortable, Choi Ara led me like a wet dog with its fur all soggy and drooping.
“But… did you bring separate clothes for the photo?”
Choi Ara carefully asked me,
“Can’t I just take it in these clothes?”
I asked genuinely not knowing.
Who cares about clothes for a photo.
But at those words, Choi Ara’s pupils shook violently.
“No way!!! You have to wear something more stimulating, or at least pretty clothes so you can rake in the upvotes on the gallery and the likes on Starstagram!!”
Then she seemed to focus, and suddenly there were two Choi Aras!
“I’ll go buy clothes real quick!”
And before I could stop her, Choi Ara No. 2 dashed straight outside.
“Then… shall we rest inside for a bit…?”
The excitement over upvotes and likes faded in an instant, and she returned to the crumpled Choi Ara, speaking without even properly meeting my eyes.
And then a familiar voice rang out.
“Hm? Isn’t that Hunter Han Doa?”
It was Choi Chunsam, the guild leader of Cheongung Guild.
And, turning his gaze to Choi Ara beside me,
“Ara… you’ve finally crawled out of your room!!!”
He started charging toward us at full speed.