Chapter 8

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 8

Chapter Title: The Super Genius Weathermancer Appears (2)

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Actually, ever since I'd decided to help Shin Myung-hoon, I'd harbored one grand vision deep in my heart.

The core system from a classic game I'd played as a kid: linked play between a warrior and their summon.

While Shin Myung-hoon held the enemies at bay, my pet raincloud would paralyze them, and he'd exploit the opening to precisely strike their joints or weak points. I'd dreamed of that kind of skillful combat.

But.

"Uh... uh..."

Krarung!

Ku-ku-ku-kwang—!

The adorable little raincloud puppy's mouth spat out a thin bolt of lightning, which roared like thunder and tore straight through the enemy's body.

This wasn't even the first time, honestly.

Ever since I'd gotten my pet raincloud, Shin Myung-hoon hadn't even had to lift a finger before it turned every monster that appeared into a corpse.

"Is the dungeon buff... always this powerful?"

"...Hmm, I'm not really sure myself."

Truth be told, Shin Myung-hoon looked a bit disappointed.

And that reaction was only natural, in a way.

Separate from any sense of justice or hunter's duty in his heart, he'd probably sensed that today would be the peak of human Shin Myung-hoon's career.

"......"

Yeah, I get that feeling, Shin Myung-hoon.

Now that things had turned out like this, you wanted to swoop in stylishly, rescue the citizens, and earn a nickname like Halla's supernova before rocketing to stardom, right?

Krarung!

Pajijijik—!!

"Kieeeek!"

But what can you do? I was genuinely using the bare minimum mana, firing lightning bolts as cautiously as possible.

Was it really my fault that the mobs were dropping dead left and right? I didn't think so. As far as I was concerned, I was innocent.

Krarung!

Kwang!

"Kku iiiik!"

"Jjijik! Jjik—!"

So... sorry about that. It was just too bad. I was too strong.

Because I possessed such outstanding talent, I'd crushed one young man's dream today.

Sorry for being so cute, sorry for being a genius, sorry for being OP!

But that's just how life goes. In the end, that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was the limit of the vessel called Shin Myung-hoon.

"This is... the boss room."

Shin Myung-hoon led the group with forced composure, but he couldn't hide his deflated air.

Now, the only atonement I could offer was to end this as quickly as possible and send him back outside.

Kuwoong.

Kkigigigik.

Fitting for a dungeon full of filthy beasts, the boss room door was grimy too. When Shin Myung-hoon sniffed his hands and grimaced, I quietly handed him a wet wipe.

"Ah, thank you..."

Kwarurung—!!

By the time he'd wiped his hands clean and looked up at the sudden noise, the dungeon boss was already a perfectly well-done steak.

And that was our first dungeon clear.

It wasn't the ending I wanted, but I still felt a twinge of guilt.

But what can you do? What's done is done, so all I could do now was wish him luck going forward.

Swish.

Swish.

Smooth.

'Hmm...'

Having blessed Shin Myung-hoon's future like that, I smoothed my outfit with familiar gestures and admired the finished look with satisfaction.

'Seriously too cute.'

Today's combo: oversized Oxford shirt, denim skirt, and peach-colored sneakers.

Last time I checked, people went nuts over this casual, fresh vibe.

And with fingers peeking out from sleeves long enough to cover my palms, how was anyone supposed to handle this explosive cuteness?

(Photo)

Views: 17.5K

Likes: 4.7K

As expected, the moment I posted the photo, people bowed their heads in awe and showered me with comments and likes.

Now my account had fifteen posts total, and 448K followers.

I was officially a Clam star in Korea, and I'd already met most of the conditions to start monetizing.

'Paid content has to be subscription-based.'

The instant restrictions lifted, I planned to assign ranks to my followers and rule them with caste discipline.

For example, the 3,000 won plan gets new photos not posted publicly, once a week.

The 6,000 won plan gets beyond static fashion shots—conceptual, dynamic photos.

And for the 10,000 won plan... I'd bestow actual videos of me moving around live.

'Heh heh.'

A truly genius, devilish idea!

It wouldn't be wrong to say the days until I rose from rice-farming poverty to overnight billionaire were just around the corner.

I'd been kicking my legs on the bed, browsing my Clam account, when a very familiar profile caught my eye.

Shin Yi-rin, owner of the channel I frequented—she'd quietly followed my account without me noticing.

"Gasp."

With notifications off, I hadn't realized.

Shin Yi-rin wasn't big on SNS, but when the mood struck or the guild ordered it, she'd use her official account.

Which meant this follow was probably her personally clicking it.

'Should I... follow back?'

Until now, I'd ignored all followers to maintain equal mystique.

But Shin Yi-rin was chanju-nim.

As a channel user, not paying respects to chanju was unforgivable under heaven, right?

Squeeze.

wldks_08

Posts: 15

Followers: 449K

Following: 1

Just like that, Shin Yi-rin became the monumental first follow user on my Clam account.

And with a brilliant idea striking me, I looked up Shin Myung-hoon—who'd just officially joined Halla Guild and made his official account—and liked his first post.

Squeeze.

'This should pull some aggro and get him more attention.'

A follow was too big a reward, but as his comrade from our first dungeon clear, there was no reason not to grant this light favor.

Praising my own wisdom, I finally shed all guilt and logged into Archive with a clear conscience to spam today's nonsense post.

Thanks to Shin Myung-hoon, I dodged hassle, farmed quick cash, and my Clam account was trending up daily.

Everything was going perfectly smooth.

In this flawless daily life, who could dare nitpick or object?

The moment he finished speaking, Full-time Farmer popped into DMs with a photo. Wondering what it was, I hurriedly checked.

And then.

Next to the cropped young man's face in the photo... was an overgrown cabbage that had somehow reached an adult man's knee, rolling around.

'Hmm...'