Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Off to Steal Again Today
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‘What a strange, meddlesome tin can, butting into my business like this.’
Choi Bora was irritated. Lately, someone inside the world of Agas had been persistently bothering her. That someone was a user hidden behind a heavy iron helmet. This particularly burly archer appeared at her preferred hunting grounds every single day, interfering with every action she took.
Priests shouldn’t hunt alone.
You aren’t supposed to wield a cross in that manner.
It was a constant stream of nosy meddling. He acted as though he were a master of the game, putting on airs that made Bora’s blood boil. She was already debating whether she should abandon those hunting grounds entirely just to escape his lectures. She had been playing solo since the Starting Village, and she didn't plan on stopping now.
“Ugh? Just this once, I'm begging you, please.”
Bora snapped back to reality. She was currently at her job in the capsule room, and the source of her current stress was a man in his forties with a bowl-cut—a regular named Kim Mujong. He was persistently begging her to put his hourly fee on a tab, despite having a long history of unpaid balances. The boss had given Bora explicit instructions not to allow him any more credit, but the man refused to listen.
“No,” Bora said firmly, her signature poker face in full effect.
“Come on, I promise I’ll pay tomorrow. Please?”
“Do you realize this is the sixth time you’ve used that exact line?”
The man’s face twisted in anger at her rigid attitude. He began to boast about how much he had boosted the shop's sales and claimed he was on friendly terms with the boss, even mentioning going to saunas together—a claim Bora found highly doubtful. He called her a "rigid bitch" for her lack of flexibility, but Bora didn't flinch. She pointed out that an adult begging for a tab was far more embarrassing than her being professional.
The man’s face turned a deep shade of purple. He rolled up his sleeves and raised a hand, looking as though he might actually strike her. That was the exact moment the automatic door slid open with a soft hiss.
A young man walked in, staring down at his phone. “Bora, turn on my spot,” he said without looking up.
“Is that the first thing you say to me?” she replied, though her posture relaxed.
“What else would I say? And you, tab uncle,” the youth said, finally looking at Mujong. It was Yoo Seokwoo, the capsule room’s most famous regular. He gave a sharp grin and tossed out a single line: “Don’t cause a scene. Leave nicely.”
Mujong cowered instantly, grumbling about finding a new capsule room as he fled the building. Seokwoo was around Bora’s age, but he commanded a level of fear that no one else did. Bora had seen him shut down countless troublemakers over the months—drunks, fighters, and arrogant customers alike. He handled them with a mix of blunt intimidation and a calculated use of the facility's CCTV to prove self-defense. To the outside world, he looked like a typical capsule room bum, but he had earned VIP treatment from the boss for keeping the peace.
Bora smirked, remembering how he had saved her in a dangerous situation shortly after she started working there. He was undeniably a good guy, even if his bedside manner left much to be desired. Her warm thoughts were interrupted when Seokwoo complained about having to walk to the front desk to get his capsule started before heading back out to grab food. She watched him leave, her eyebrows twitching. ‘I take it back. Cancel the "good guy" part.’
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A short while later, Seokwoo sauntered back into the capsule room, feeling satisfied after a heavy meal. He noticed Bora was still pouting but decided not to poke the bear. He ducked into the break room and lit a cigarette, scrolling through the Agas auction house listings on his phone.
‘It is almost time to switch weapons,’ he mused. His current blade, Braincleaver, was a high-tier weapon, but his level was outgrowing it. He had plenty of funds from his recent "farming" sessions in Zermi City and the demon cave, and he was keeping an eye out for a Rare or Heroic grade dagger. While he had Enlightenment Scrolls stashed away, high-grade items were difficult to find through his Scout skill alone.
“Agh, those Murderer bastards!” a man shouted, storming into the break room. It was another regular, Park Hopil. He was fuming because a group of player-killers had crashed his dungeon run, wiping out his party before they could reach the boss.
“I thought that prick Luke had vanished for good,” Hopil continued, unaware that the man he was talking to was the legendary criminal himself. “But now these other criminals are rampaging like they own the continent. It’s chaos out there, Seokwoo. Watch your back.”
Seokwoo just laughed it off, but once he was alone, he opened the info app Remus and typed in a specific keyword: LukeGod.
The search results were staggering. LukeGod was a massive criminal guild with an estimated 370,000 members, founded a year ago in the Lawless City. It was a cult dedicated to worshipping Luke. Some members viewed him as a deity, while others aimed to surpass him and claim the title of "Worst Criminal in History." They were infamous for raiding territories and fortresses to "help" Luke during his clashes with the top ten guilds, and they ran a fanatical website filled with madness.
‘What a collection of psychos,’ Seokwoo thought. He remembered how they used to hound him before his job change, killing anyone who spoke ill of him and spreading his infamy even further. They were thoroughly rotten, and lately, several of their members had been blacklisted by the community for "backstabbing"—joining low-level parties only to teamkill them for their loot.
He zeroed in on three specific names on the blacklist: Lycan, Bess, and Howler. He didn't care about their fan club or their dirty tactics, but he had a very simple reason for digging into their current location. He recalled the emblem he had seen on the wrist guard in the cave—the black mask of the Night King. One of those men was carrying a Unique-grade item that belonged to the Night King set.
Seokwoo grinned widely, stubbing out his cigarette with a decisive motion. It was time to stop hunting monsters and start farming humans.