Quest 2
Gu Gangcheol, the association chairman, couldn't help but panic at the quest window suddenly appearing before his eyes. With status windows popping up in front of every citizen nationwide, chaos was inevitable.
"Status windows used to only appear for hunters?"
The translucent status window manifesting for the entire population was a catastrophe.
"Traffic accident deaths: 1,298... Construction falls and machinery entrapments: 23..."
He clicked his tongue watching the death toll climb relentlessly. For drivers already on edge, these sudden translucent windows were nothing short of a disaster. Most swerved their wheels in shock. Motorcycle fatalities were skyrocketing exponentially.
"What the hell... what's going on? Quest status windows weren't just for hunters...?"
"Team leader, this is happening worldwide right now."
Agent Lee Jieun's frantic keyboard clacks echoed sharply.
"France, UK, China, US, Japan... Morocco, South Africa, Sudan... Identical quests are being delivered globally. Ah... New Zealand got the countdown first."
Lee Jieun spun her portable monitor toward Team Leader Gu Gangcheol and shouted urgently.
"Team leader, look at this screen. New Zealand's quest popped up 12 hours ago... and they've become the first country to fail climbing the Curse Tower."
Curse Tower Climb - FAILED
Team Leader Gu Gangcheol swallowed hard at the hellish map sprawled across the portable monitor. The screen, captioned Current Situation in New Zealand's Capital, Wellington, showed monsters savaging humans. RPGs streaked through the air, tanks battling downtown beasts.
"Gates opened, demons attacking civilians... All hunters reported missing. They requested US aid, but it was denied."
"New Zealand was the country with the anti-climb movement for the Curse Tower, right?"
"...Yes. They prioritized Maori traditional beliefs, insisting on preserving spiritual order. They never even climbed the first floor."
Watching the footage, Gu Gangcheol glanced again at the Curse Tower rising beside Jamsil Tower.
09:10:12 / 2,174:49:48
"Left number's the timer for the current floor to climb, right one's the total remaining time."
"Yes, seems like it."
The full Curse Tower conquest deadline is three months... And only nine hours left for this floor... Which floor are we stuck on now?
"56th. And that's where the Daehan Guild halted their climb."
"Ah! The Flame Hell!"
Gu Gangcheol recalled it. The 56th floor of the Curse Tower mimicked a flaming inferno swarming with Magma Golems and Shadow Stalkers. Even Daehan Guild elites and top hunters had abandoned the ascent midway due to the peril.
But Korea had an SS-rank hunter immune to fire attributes.
"...Where's Hunter Kwon Siheuk right now?"
"Hawaii... He went on a US request to clear the SS-rank gate Purgatory of Active Volcanoes. S-rank Hunter Kim Gilyeong went with him."
Gu Gangcheol's face darkened at Lee Jieun's reply. No one had imagined penalties for ignoring the Curse Tower. Not just Korea—gate-hopping to level skills was far easier.
"Who knew heading out for US tariff negotiations would backfire like this..."
Clearing Purgatory of Active Volcanoes was tied to Korea's future—specifically, renegotiating tariffs with the US.
"Even on a direct flight, Hunter Kwon Siheuk won't make it in time. Any other fire-attribute hunters?"
"Hunter Park Woojin has fire powers. Officially B-rank, though. Should I contact him? I messaged him earlier about guild dinner tomorrow, and he readily agreed."
Gu Gangcheol's grim expression brightened at Lee Jieun's words. Park Woojin surpassed even Kwon Siheuk. He recalled the scene where Woojin quelled Siheuk's mana rampage.
"He agreed to the guild dinner? Hunter Park Woojin?"
"Yes! I begged him to come!"
A smile crept onto Gu Gangcheol's lips.
"God hasn't abandoned Korea. Text Hunter Park Woojin from my number. Say we need to meet now. And gather all Hunter Association hunters nationwide. We can't stall the Curse Tower climb anymore."
"Yes, team leader."
"Oh, and contact the Ministry of the Interior for an emergency disaster alert. Include orders for all hunters to assemble at the association immediately."
"Got it!"
"Haaaah... Please... harder... ♥♥♥"
After creampieing Mystic River's womb, I was now pounding Shin Bomi's. Oxytocin dominated their bodies. Black slime and clear fluids made this the ultimate threesome.
Shin Bomi clenched her pussy greedily. She was hyper-sensitive to gains, with an insatiable lust for life that set her apart from ordinary humans. That drive turned her into a ruthless opportunist, quick to betray her demon lord master. Overconfidence in her intellect, no doubt.
"Haaaang~~"
She unwittingly craved stronger stimulation. From office life, I knew how to handle brainiacs who overestimated themselves.
"Such a slutty body paired with a sharp mind... Perfect."
Praise, straight up. Her face must've flushed crimson under the white-masked demon lord's approval; she squirmed awkwardly.
I rubbed her clit with my thumb.
"I like smart bugs."
Shin Bomi convulsed.
"Aaaang! There... touching there... eeeung!"
She was hypersensitive to clit play. Each stroke triggered explosive pleasure signals in her brain.
"I... haaa... need a perfect body and mind... eeung... everything perfect... aaaang!"
Shin Bomi flipped over suddenly, arching her lower belly skyward in a flawless backbend—like Jin Sun-mi's flexibility.
"In this position... haaa... thrust deeper..."
Her pussy twitched, begging for cock.
"You like getting railed like this?"
I stroked her hips.
"Yes... eeung... this angle... hiiit... goes deepest..."
Her scientific analysis fused with lust.
My cock plunged back in; she clutched her discarded clothes, moaning.
"Aaaack! So... so deep!"
It easily kissed her cervix. Her reason melted under the intensity.
"I've... haaa... never... eeung... felt pleasure like this... aaaang... impregnate me... my lord."
"Impregnate? You insolent bug dare?"
Squeeze! Her pussy clamped.
Fear flickered in Shin Bomi's upturned gaze.
"My lord... this bug's pussy is mere plaything... but if you permit, I crave raising a child inheriting my intellect."
"Heh, think your brain's that superior?"
"Yes... this bug's mind must pass to the next generation. Eeeeng... give me your seed... haeng... impregnate me! Please, my lord."
"Insolent bitch."
Even light rebuke gripped her in terror. Bugs die on a whim.
"Forgive me... forgive me..."
Pale-faced, her pussy clenched desperately. Like Mystic River, fear-squeezed cunts felt divine.
"Act like the bug you are. Don't get cocky dreaming of my seed."
I gripped her waist, pistoning rhythmically. Her pussy pulsed in sync—contract, release.
"You're just a cock warmer. Want pregnancy? Go beg Park Woojin."
"Huh???"
"Park Woojin's my first apostle."
"Whaaat?!"
Shin Bomi's eyes bulged. Park Woojin, demon hunter extraordinaire, dominating Korea's headlines.
"I... knew it... but... my lord... may I presume to ask your true name?"
Mystic River trembled, turning to me too.
I nearly said Lucifer—then swallowed it. I wielded Lucifer's power, but wasn't him.
"I am the White-Masked Demon Lord, Elahav."
"God of blazing flames..."
Shin Bomi mouthed it, staring up. She'd instantly decoded my improvised Hebrew name. Her genius rivaled the world's best.
Her pussy clamped fiercely, sucking me like quicksand. Precision-engineered perfection.
"Eeeung... too... too perfect... haaaait!"
I creampied her womb, caressing gently. Her scream filled the hall. Oxytocin levels confirmed total immersion.
Rational scientist Shin Bomi vanished in ecstasy's rush—now just a bitch lost in pleasure.
"I'm... haaa... yours now... eeung... truly... aaaang... yours ♥♥♥."
I instructed Mystic River to report Shin Bomi's "death" to Nova Catholic. Saved one, gained another—solid visit. Final order: obey Park Woojin's every request.
Time to revert to demon hunter Park Woojin and meet Team Leader Gu Gangcheol. The situation was obvious. Why they needed me urgently.
"Siheuk's in Hawaii... This'll be a hassle."
En route to Hunter Association HQ, eyes already tracked me. Pedestrians whispered, staring.
"That's... Park Woojin, right?"
"Looks like it? He's all over the news..."
"Whoa, for real! Photo okay?"
I ducked my head, hurrying, but phones were out.
Fame had made my face too recognizable.
At HQ, the lobby worsened. Dozens of hunters snapped to me. Curiosity, envy, awe mixed in their gazes. Some reeked of norepinephrine-fueled aggression.
Interesting... Can read hostility so clearly.
"It's Park Woojin!"
"He really came..."
Murmurs filled the lobby. I tried acting natural, but the spotlight weighed heavy.
Then, a pack surrounded me. Leader: early-30s hunter, hostility blatant. Norepinephrine brigade. Two women, two men behind him, sneering.
"Hey, Park Woojin."
Arrogant tone.
"You're that famous SS-rank pretending to be a groveling B-rank?"
I replied calmly.
"Hello."
"Hello?"
His lip curled sneeringly.
"Do I look like I'm saying hi? Acting all polite, you prick. That's how you got famous—media games."
Other hunters snickered. I endured the stares' discomfort.
"I just did my job."
"Your job?"
The leader scoffed; a woman behind cackled.
"B-rank clears S-rank gate? Solo? Bullshit. Kwon Siheuk must've helped. Too bad he's not in Korea. Who's got your back now?"
"Right, right! This fucker's 'demon hunter' title is media hype. We kill demons too—aren't we all demon hunters?"
"He's Gu Gangcheol's nephew too. B-rank gets gate priority? Nepo baby."
"Pneuma's fake. Goddess Athena my ass. Shall we dunk him here? We'd blow up then."
Testosterone and adrenaline surged from them. Primed to attack.
Killing me wouldn't bring honor... Drug-addled minds think short-term.
"Hoo..."
Siheuk always shone in gates; I was just the rampage-tamer healer. That's how they saw it.
Attack me. I'll slaughter the lot.
Then—
"Omoo!! Hunter Park Woojiiiin!!! ♥"
Ieliya charged like a missile. US S-rank turned naturalized celebrity in Nara Sarang Guild. Oxytocin incarnate. Now her—Aluca's—loyalty shone visually clear.
Hugging me flirtatiously, she drew dirty looks from my hecklers. Only I knew she was demon Aluca. S-rank healer? Laughable to them.
"Healing! Ahhhng~♥"
I had to restrain her sudden dick-heal.
"Hunter Park Woojin, you've arrived."
Late-arriving Team Leader Gu Gangcheol extended a handshake.
Eh? Oxytocin from him too??
"Long time, team leader."
"Hunter Park Woojin!! Straight to the point—please conquer the Curse Tower 56th floor."
My encirclement's eyes widened at his plea. Would-be killers scrambled to process.
"One condition. I go in with these five who doubt my strength."
They lit up, thrilled.
"What do you say? Join me, bail anytime if you want."
I grinned. They nodded eagerly—jackpot faces.
"Deal. Let's go together."
The leader flashed subtle signals. Unlike gates, no cameras in Curse Tower. No one knew what happened inside.
Plan: kill me on entry.
I smirked at Gu Gangcheol.
"Team leader, ever heard this? Commit one murder, and you skip using the 'endure' character three times."