Chapter 583
Chapter 583
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 583
Chapter Title: MT
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Thud.
Bruno's body slumped to the floor. Red blood pooled beneath his corpse.
The Youth Potion reverted the body to whatever youthful age you desired. Impressive, sure—but that was it. It didn't grant immortality or superhuman physical abilities or any special powers.
Bruno was definitely dead. He wasn't getting back up.
Amy stared at his body with conflicted eyes, while Roland, the boss of Alcheri, stomped over with fury and despair burning in his gaze.
"It's not... it's not too late yet. If we take his body and study it, we can find a way."
Roland couldn't let go.
He was clearly planning to tear Bruno's corpse apart and analyze the potion's components. Whether that would succeed, even I couldn't say. All I knew was the odds were heavily against it.
'Quest complete anyway, so who cares.'
I spread my arms and pulled Amy and Dyna into a hug. Their gorgeous bodies felt amazing, and they smelled even better.
"What the—?"
"You wanna do it here? Dad's right there."
"Just hugging my girls for a sec."
Part of me wanted to take them right then and there, but ten minutes was way too short. I settled for groping their breasts, asses, and pussies with my hands.
"Ah... aaah... my youth..."
Roland muttered in despair. The guy who'd have died without me had no shame.
'Should I just kill Roland here too? If he survives, he's gonna be a pain in my ass later.'
The quest was already done anyway. Killing Roland or his Alcheri goons here wouldn't change a thing.
'Nah. It's the avatar who'd deal with the fallout. Not me.'
Groping Amy and Dyna's bodies made the ten minutes fly by.
???
Back in reality, the first thing I did was check the rewards from completing this quest.
Available Points: 3,390
Over 3,000 points? My heart swelled.
'Figured it'd just be a few dozen extra since I let it auto-play so much... Must be the penalty. Settlement gave more than expected.'
Available Points: 1,770
'Kuh. Perfect balance. Got everything to 70 and still have points left.'
What to raise next? Virility, obviously. The annoying part? From 70 up, each point cost 80 points.
'Felt it big time this run—low virility sucks. Gotta pump it for a richer life.'
Available Points: 970
I let out a dry chuckle. From 80 up, each point cost 120. Wonder if it'd lock out at 100?
'No way. It'll just gouge more points.'
Available Points: 20
The leftover 20 scraps went straight to Random Gacha, of course. Prayed for a jackpot—got squat.
'Eh, 20 points ain't shit...'
I wasn't the old me anymore. No trembling over pocket change.
'Got that reward too. Youth Potion.'
Way better than the Youth Spring that shaved off five years. Sure, ten times the price.
'"Playful Life app unaffected." That's the good stuff.'
No need for it right now. I was early twenties—plenty young.
'Stash this for later...'
I picked up my smartphone again.
Time to check the "Ancient Mystery" ending.
The avatar, Amy, Dyna, and Roland all made it back to their world safely. Turns out Bruno had been zigzagging to shake Alcheri— the return trip was smoother and faster.
Back home, Roland took the avatar as his successor. Dyna was head over heels for him, but more importantly, the avatar's combat prowess was inhuman. From Roland's view, I was intriguing as hell.
Alcheri and Wilkinson Corporation joined forces—because I'd claimed Amy and Dyna as wives.
'Wilkinson handles the legit public stuff, Alcheri the dirty secrets.'
Boosted by Alcheri, Wilkinson rocketed to one of the world's top corps. Alcheri's influence grew monstrous.
Ten years later, no one could defy Alcheri. They ruled from the shadows.
'Then I became Alcheri boss... Messed with a few women, but ended up with Dyna and Amy.'
Wasn't me.
Couldn't be. Avatar's virility was lower than mine. He could only handle Amy and Dyna. Couldn't pop pills every fuck for the slutty life I craved.
'No virility, can't enjoy power. Poor bastard...'
Fathered seven kids, died at 80 from some trendy plague. Lived well enough—decent life.
???
Bzzz.
My smartphone vibrated briefly. A message.
'From the department rep. What's up?'
Gukcheon University Hunter Department didn't usually send these. Students came and went freely. I hadn't even shown up this month.
Grades? Hunter Department kids were already hunters raking cash. Dropping out? No biggie.
'...An MT?!'
Hunter Department skipped college events. Festival? While other depts prepped, we barely hit 70% attendance. I'd have skipped without the girl group rumor.
MT? We never did official ones.
I asked the rep his angle. He was my year—fellow junior.
Answer: Prof's orders. Department got budget but wasted over 30% yearly. New president chewed them out.
'Not cutting budget?'
Usually they'd slash it instead of "spend it."
'President's eyeing Hunter Department. Makes sense.'
Hunters' status rose over time.
China's massive monster disaster boosted treatment. Department's prestige followed. President couldn't ignore future hunters.
'Jeju top hotel? 3 nights, 4 days... Invited A-rank hunters for lectures. Spent big.'
I was meh. Freshman me might've cared. Now? Nah. Classmates and seniors same.
Jeju luxury resort? Money and time, anytime.
About to reply no—another message from rep.
-Yu-jin, you gotta come.
-Why? Busy.
-Profs keep bugging me about you. Cut me some slack. I'm doing this rep gig nobody wants. Help me this once.
Easy guess why they named me: Top name in department.
Freshman: raw talent normie. Sophomore: awakened. Now junior C-rank, Korea's top rookie. Net buzzing I'd hit S-rank.
Me going? Boost attendance 20%.
-How many confirmed?
-Most freshmen. Half sophomores. 5 juniors. Zero seniors.
Juniors hit real hunting. Top few D-rank sans me; seniors guild-hunting busy.
-Park Su-ho going?
-Yeah, on list. Ha Seung-hee's coming too. You skipping? You like her.
Ha Seung-hee.
Sejin Group heiress. Chaebol third-gen. My target.
If she's going, so am I.
-Fine. I'm in.
-Yu-jin! Thanks!
'Gotta drag Han Ha-rin too. She'll balk... but she'll obey eventually.'
My pride between my legs would convince her.
???
Arrived at Jeju's top hotel.
Students got private rooms. Profs dumped remaining budget here.
"Yu-jin sunbae. We're hitting the hotel pool later then black pork. Come with?"
A girl approached.
Decent body, face not my type. Couldn't touch Han Ha-rin's toes. Makeup hid it, but not from me.
Her dozen freshman tagalongs same—fishing for connection. No Ha Seung-hee? Pass.
"Sorry. Need rest. Dungeon yesterday, wiped."
"Ah. Okay. Rest up, sunbae."
Underclassmen left.
Profs off boozing together.
I stripped naked, sprawled on bed.
Thirty minutes later, intercom buzzed. My waited guest.
"Door's open. Come in."
Door opened. She entered.
Yoshikawa Misa.
Blonde-dyed hair, tanned skin gal. Flashy accessories on neck and wrists, long pink nails glittering. Crop tee flashing navel, hotpants showing thong straps.
Still thicc as ever. G-cup tits, slight belly pudge. Big ass, plump thighs.
"Long time no see, Yu-jin-nim."
"Korean's smoother now."
Not that long. My personal fuckhole visited monthly to offer her pussy.
Yanked down her short hotpants. Crotch same gorgeous bronze.
Her thong wasn't normal.
All-straps adult toy—no fabric over pussy. Straps couldn't cover; brown labia peeked out sides.
Misa's black straps soaked in her juices.
"Got excited coming to my room?"