Extreme Techniques

I checked the points I had gathered.

16,575 points.

The sheer volume of them made my chest swell with satisfaction.

And I decided then and there to spend every point I had saved. I already knew exactly where they would go.

That afternoon Jin Seyeong had taught me the Extreme Techniques of the Yeongcheon Style. Honestly, I hadn’t understood a single thing. She seemed to think I would pick them up in no time, but I knew better. I knew my own talent.

Even if I threw myself at it for a whole month, I probably wouldn’t make any progress. Hell, I might still not be able to use them after a full year.

I had no intention of wasting time grinding away at the Extreme Techniques of the Yeongcheon Style.

There was a shortcut right in front of me. Only a fool would take the long way around.

And I couldn’t afford to delude myself.

The root of the Yeongcheon Style I had learned came from the Creative Life app.

The idea that I would now master its Extreme Techniques through pure personal skill alone was laughable arrogance.

Raise the level of Yeongcheon Style. That’s my ability. That’s my way.

I kept raising the level. Points still remained.

Level 17 was the end of the Yeongcheon Style.

I closed my eyes tightly. Information about the Yeongcheon Style poured into me. The very essence of the style seeped into every single cell of my body.

I naturally came to know all seventeen Extreme Techniques of the Yeongcheon Style. Even the lost techniques Jin Seyeong had mentioned, I grasped without effort. Among the seventeen was Scattered Thunder, the technique Jin Seyeong herself had created—and it was far more complete than anything she had ever used.

Once I had sorted through the knowledge in my head to a reasonable degree, I opened my eyes and spread my palm.

Pitch-black energy flowed out from my hand.

It was the Dark Shadow of the Yeongcheon Style. By mastering the style, I had become able to use Dark Shadow just like Yuria. Yet I felt no joy at all.

Crack. Snap.

Lightning Flash revealed itself atop the dark energy. Lightning Flash rejected the Dark Shadow.

Fusing Lightning Flash and Dark Shadow the way Yuria does… that isn’t a technique of the Yeongcheon Style itself… it’s an entirely different domain.

Mastering the Yeongcheon Style made me realize all over again just how monstrous Yuria’s talent truly was.

I shook my hand in the air. The Dark Shadow fell away, and Lightning Flash spun along my palm.

For someone with a lightning attribute like me, Dark Shadow just doesn’t fit.

If the concentration required to use Lightning Flash was a 1, Dark Shadow demanded at least a 5. I cleanly abandoned Dark Shadow.

Points remained. After a moment’s thought, I decided to raise my stats.

As expected, a man needs high virility.

I checked the Virility stat and smiled in satisfaction, then felt my body start to itch with restlessness. All the Extreme Techniques of the Yeongcheon Style I had just learned—I wanted to try every last one of them.

Just swinging them at empty air in the training hall would be boring. Maybe I should drop by a decent dungeon.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

I watched the specialists remodeling the Yeongcheon Sword Dojo and marveled at their work speed. Masters of their craft, they were skilled enough to be called true artisans without the slightest exaggeration.

They’ll really finish remodeling the training hall of the Yeongcheon Sword Dojo in just a week.

A familiar presence approached from behind. Jin Seyeong had come.

“Yujin. There’s a guest.”

“A guest?”

The owner of the Yeongcheon Sword Dojo was Jin Seyeong, not me. Greeting guests was her job.

“He specifically called out your name. He’s a guest looking for you.”

Jin Seyeong’s voice was a little stiff.

I checked my smartphone. No reaction at all. If someone was coming to meet me, the normal thing would have been to contact me first. That was basic manners.

The fact that he came to the Yeongcheon Sword Dojo instead of my house means…

It meant the other party already had a full grasp of my movements. I let out a sigh. The feeling wasn’t pleasant.

“Want me to chase him off?”

“No, noona. He’s come all this way, so I should at least find out who he is. He’s waiting on the first floor right now, right?”

“Yeah. I told him to wait downstairs for now.”

“Is he a Hunter?”

“That’s… a little ambiguous. He’s definitely an Awakened, but he doesn’t have that distinctive Hunter feel.”

Just because someone had awakened an ability didn’t mean they had to become a Hunter. It was simply that becoming a Hunter was the easiest path to fame and money, so most Awakened chose that career.

“It’s weird, but I’ll know once I meet him.”

“Be careful. Even if he’s not a Hunter, he’s definitely not some pushover.”

Leaving Jin Seyeong’s concern behind me, I headed to the first floor. She had spoken that seriously, so he was certainly no ordinary human.

I stepped into the first-floor reception room. In the center of the cleanly designed room, a man in a black suit who had been sitting on the sofa slowly rose to his feet. He had neatly parted black hair and sharp, well-defined features—a clean-cut, handsome man.

I tensed up without meaning to. Through my experiences in the Creative Worlds, I instinctively knew. This man stood above others. He carried the air of nobility or a politician.

“Hello, Mr. Seong Yujin. I apologize for dropping by so abruptly. I have my own circumstances…”

He reached into his jacket. Thinking he was about to draw a weapon, I tensed again, but what he held out was a business card that reeked of luxury.

“I would prefer if you did not reveal my identity to the lady who owns this building. I absolutely detest commotion. If reporters catch even a whiff of this… whew. Just imagining it is horrifying.”

“What, are you some kind of celebrity?”

“I’m not a celebrity, but there are quite a few people keeping an eye on me. Lately it’s gotten to the point of being a headache.”

I flipped the card he had given me and confirmed his identity.

President of Sejin Construction. Ha Jun-soo.

I barely stopped my head from tilting upward on its own. The specialists currently remodeling the Yeongcheon Sword Dojo building belonged to Sejin Construction, after all.

Sejin Construction was recognized by everyone as the top construction company in South Korea.

…Ha Jun-soo’s status doesn’t end there. He’s from the owner family of the Sejin Group. The eldest grandson of the Sejin Group chairman, and the man said to be closest to becoming the group’s successor.

Apparently he had been exposed to the media quite a bit, but since I had zero interest in men’s faces, I hadn’t recognized him right away.

I sat down on the sofa opposite him.

The reason he came looking for me… is probably because of his little sister, Ha Seung-hee. He must have noticed my relationship with Seung-hee and come to force a marriage. Seung-hee’s pussy and asshole are delicious, sure… but not enough for me to seriously consider marriage.

Silence settled between Ha Jun-soo and me.

Ha Jun-soo seemed to want me to speak first, but in moments like this it was all the more necessary to keep my mouth shut and seize control of the atmosphere. Just because the other guy was a third-generation chaebol didn’t mean I, who didn’t even work for the Sejin Group, had any reason to bow my head.

In the end, Ha Jun-soo was the one who opened his mouth first.

“Mr. Seong Yujin. I am aware that you have formed a close relationship with my younger sister, Seung-hee.”

“Hmm. We meet about once or twice a week… so I can’t exactly deny that it’s a close relationship.”

Come to think of it, tomorrow was the day I had arranged to meet Ha Seung-hee. The springy feel of her pussy and asshole floated up in my mind.

“You’re surprisingly quick to admit it… unexpected.”

“I’m a man who does what he says he’ll do. Something like this, I’ll admit as many times as you want.”

“I like how quickly this conversation is moving. I’ll ask you straight out. I would like you to tell me everything that has happened between Seung-hee and you.”

I frowned without meaning to and looked at Ha Jun-soo. As if he had anticipated my reaction, he smiled and placed a single USB drive on the table.

“I have no intention of asking you to tell me for free. Information has its own value, and since this concerns Seung-hee, I have prepared a solid reward. Inside this USB is the location where I keep my pocket money. Even for a super rookie of the Korean Hunter world like Mr. Seong Yujin, the amount will be more than satisfying. I guarantee it.”

“Whew. Do you really want to know about Seung-hee and me that badly?”

“Of course. Or is there something other than money you desire? If there is something you want, I will prepare it.”

“…Why go that far?”

Did he want to know his little sister’s sex life that badly? I stared at him with eyes full of wariness. An incest freak was after my woman? No matter who the other party was, if they went after my woman I had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no intention of sitting still.

“My grandfather knows what Seung-hee is doing. I have asked him several times what Seung-hee is up to, but… he wouldn’t tell me. So I have no choice but to find out on my own, don’t I?”

“…….”

My eyes sank deep.

Seung-hee’s grandfather already knows about her relationship with me? The way things are spinning around here is even more of a mess than the chaebol families in dramas.

I flicked my index finger and pushed the USB. It slid across the table and into Ha Jun-soo’s chest. The face of Ha Jun-soo as he snatched the USB went rigid.

“I have a separate agreement with Seung-hee. I don’t think I can tell you about what happens between us.”

“…Please reconsider. Everything Seung-hee promised you—I can ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠provide it all.”

At Ha Jun-soo’s words, my face twisted.

Fuck. Was he saying he would offer me his own asshole? This was an insult to me. Uncontrollable rage and murderous intent surged up together. Ha Jun-soo’s complexion turned deathly pale. The tips of his fingers trembled faintly. Yet even while receiving my killing intent head-on, he did not run.

“…Seung-hee possesses outstanding talent. My grandfather has also taken notice of Seung-hee’s talent and intends to give her opportunities. However, the eldest son of our family is me. No upheaval will occur within the Sejin Group. Mr. Seong Yujin. I will give you one last chance. Become my man. Everything Seung-hee promised you—I can give it all to you.”

“No. You can’t. Even if you offered, I would refuse on my end.”

“Then our conversation ends here. I will take my leave.”

Ha Jun-soo rose from his seat.

“It seems Seung-hee has a good person by her side.”

The moment he left, I immediately picked up my smartphone. Just in case, I confirmed there was no wiretapping and called Ha Seung-hee.

“Your older brother just came by.”

“He wanted to know about your sex life. Serious incest freak. I kept my mouth shut even when he offered money, so don’t worry. Still, it’s a bit unsettling, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we should settle things soon.”

Hearing Ha Seung-hee’s voice suddenly made me horny.

“Seung-hee. How about we meet tonight and have a sincere conversation?”

Click.

The call cut off immediately.