Dawn Incident 2.
Gu Mirae, no doubt about it. Her long hime-cut hair whipping around, wearing those yellow tights that accentuated her ass.
"What the hell is she wearing?"
Her soft, jiggling thighs and ass caught my eye first as she came running. Those tits looked pretty big—probably stuffed with padding.
The moment I confirmed it was Gu Mirae, my dick got hard. It was a natural reaction, remembering how I'd used T-16's Gu Mirae as my personal fuckhole.
"Eek!"
She flew toward me, hime-cut hair fluttering, then spotted me and froze in surprise.
[256, 0, 210]
The real-world version of her was married, but she'd kept her virginity for me! I ignored the rest of those numbers climbing. Her pupils shook violently as an Awakened, subtly emanating mana.
"Why is Assistant Manager Park Woojin here…"
I was about to say something when the guy next to her glared at me like I was trash. He was dressed in a matching yellow costume, same tone and manner as Gu Mirae's.
"What? You know him?"
"Yeah, coworker."
"Perfect. Buy us some time! Hold them off for us!"
The sleazy-looking bastard… no, I knew this fucker's face. Gu Mirae's husband, Ra Seung-geon. The lanky prick who quit being a doctor to start a startup. Shin Serin's ninth affair partner, notorious for his womanizing.
As he clenched his fist toward me, my body floated up lightly.
Oh ho? Telekinesis?
I could break this restraint easily with my power, but I didn't want to reveal myself to them. Then, the fucker hurled me—floating in the air—toward the pursuing Headless behind me?
"Kyaaak! Honey!! What are you doing?!"
"Shut up! We can't take it! We gotta report to the Hunter Association. Hurry!"
Ra Seung-geon grabbed Gu Mirae's arm and bolted after tossing me into the air. She trailed like a doll, vanishing from sight. Our eyes met mid-air, but no hint of apology or intent to save me.
I was dumbfounded. They were straight-up sacrificing me to the Headless to save their own skins.
Shwooo—!
The Headless swung both massive hands to grab me. Once Gu Mirae and her hubby were out of view, I twisted lightly to dodge and landed. No way was I eating that slow-ass attack.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
I casually evaded the Headless's huge fists aimed at me. I checked everywhere for cameras filming me. Damn this country and its CCTV everywhere.
"Fuck."
I was exposed on CCTV, no two ways about it. No choice—I took one punch from the Headless on purpose and rolled into an alley without cameras.
"Got dragged into some annoying shit."
I dusted off the dirt and quietly stared at the alley mouth. Silence lingered; no more footsteps. If the Headless followed, I'd kill it, but it seemed to be chasing the Gu Mirae couple instead.
"Ah. This pisses me off so fucking much."
Getting thrown by Ra Seung-geon pissed me off, but Gu Mirae—still guarding her virginity for me—ignoring my "dying" ass hurt more. With her dependency issues, it was probably natural. She was clearly gaslit by her husband Ra Seung-geon. Still, keeping her virginity despite that was kinda weird.
"Ra Seung-geon… you dare… I was gonna deal with Kim Myeon-hyeong first, but you wanna get fucked up now?"
I smirked. Time for a briefing on the situation. Why was Baal's mid-tier demon strolling the real world? I pulled out my smartphone.
"Kyaaak! Oppa! When did you get here? Tell me ahead if you're coming! I'm in America… hiiing."
"Won-young-ah. Baal's mid-tier demon Headless was roaming the streets. What's going on?"
"Ah, gate clear failed. There's a quest to enter gates and kill demons. Fail, and the gate overloads, spilling all the demons out."
"And?"
I switched to speaker and started searching. Gate mechanics sounded like standard webnovel shit.
"Jamsil's got a Cursed Tower now, with raid quests. Level up in gates, then challenge the tower—kinda the rule."
Searching "Cursed Tower" as she said showed a massive tower rising from Seokchon Lake, exuding insane presence.
"Baal's making his move."
"Yeah. DC's got one too, so probably picking apostles per country. Suicidal to become Baal's apostle, though... idiots, right?"
"Keep it shut. The strongest apostles will be my summons."
"Yes!! But oppa, how long you staying in T-12? I'm heading back to Korea soon."
"Got stuff to do, so back and forth for a while."
"Text me if you come! Bye~"
I hung up and prepped to return to T-16. Training, plus intel on Ra Seung-geon.
"Gates, towers… Baal, you webnovel-obsessed fuck."
I kept searching while walking. The real world was chaos. Government set up Hunter Association for registration. Mana measurement for ranks S to F—S-ranks got 3 billion won salary if they pledged national emergencies. B-rank: 50 million. Lower ranks tax-exempt. B-rank and above got training facilities and housing for tower raids.
Gate Overload: Ignore a gate 3 days, Baal's demons spill out threatening the world.
"Seen this setup before. Baal really binging webnovels?"
Teacher, maybe. Me and Belphegor love subculture waifus too. Baal pretends not to care but reads tons of webnovels.
"Haa… Baal, what a riot. Jejeop-ah. If I fought Baal now?"
Teacher, even with my help, you'd lose.
"Yeah? But would he ignore apostle selection? They're his minions."
Demon Kings are gods in their hell dimensions... Teacher, you care about ants crawling on the floor?
I nodded. "Belphegor neglecting his world says it all. Gotta whittle Baal's power slowly, raise win rate."
Yes. Build power, uproot T-12 drugs to weaken Baal—win within 5 years.
"Too long…"
Teacher, revenge while powering up flies by. Apostle picks take time—hunters level too.
"Fine, got it. You're the one in a hurry."
Beat Baal in 5 years or I melt away. Teacher!
"Got it. Just advise hard during training."
Sir yes sir!
I searched more to grasp the situation. Portal trends: 'Hunter Association', 'Hunter Rankings', 'Cursed Tower', 'Gate'.
"Loves rankings, as expected."
Checked Hunter Rankings.
"Won-young's S-rank? Low bar. Lemme see…"
Scrolled and found it.
Clicked photos for profiles. Ra Seung-geon still looked sleazy; Gu Mirae…
"Photo boost."
Her neat hime-cut looked pure. But I knew the slutty nature hidden behind.
"Couple both B-rank… 50 mil salary easy… Day job, hunt at night…"
Gates mostly at night. Searched "Daehan Guild".
"Kang Daehan… Tch, named it after himself? Korea's first S-rank…"
Saw his pic and flinched.
"What the fuck. Not Kang Daehan—Kang Han-seong? That fucker Kang Han-seong?"
Murphy's law or what? One of Shin Serin's affair guys. Definitely him—name change to hunter.
"Fucking hell, everyone's here. You're next, you dogshit."
Laughter burst at revenge thoughts. Crawling right to me—thanks.
"But first, smash Ra Seung-geon. Wait your turn. Maybe snag you as summon when you apostle-up…"
Lots of ways—think later. Clock: 4:50 AM. Time to gate back to T-16. Headed to my department store building.
Wheeeen— Police cars everywhere, sirens blaring. Hunters rushing around. Headless appearance caused a shitstorm.
Passed gate—noise cut off. T-16 department store B3. Why quieter than noisy T-12? Fog lifted, T-16's red dawn began. Serene world. Orderly. This red-sky place felt more peaceful.
First, work for Ra Seung-geon intel. Tail shell-Gu Mirae today, home visit. But before…
Called (True) U Mi-young Section Chief.
"…Hello?"
"Sorry to call at dawn, Section Chief!"
"Ah… Assistant Manager Park…"
She jolted awake. Still in T-16 for quests.
"Not big deal—just the Ra Seung-geon info you gave."
"…Yes."
Voice sank, annoyed at waking. Thought brainwashing perfect, but felt off—not fully my fucktoy yet.
"Send all Ra Seung-geon files to my email."
"By when?"
Classic schedule freak.
"ASAP. Your work's reliable. Thanks."
"Hehe, ASAP? Copying my speech? Check email in 2 hours."
"Thanks!"
Her efficiency was legit, no lip service. Grin slipped out. Home had Poo version too. Knew her past via Poo—every detail. Why self-flagellate to grow. Why perfectionist… How she endured hell daily.
Taiwan mix—Korean mom, Taiwanese dad. Exotic looks from that. Dad ditched early; struggled with mom, disabled brother. Brother mentally 3rd grade into adulthood. Adult body, kid mind—pedophile crimes, jailbound. Couldn't control urges. Low IQ, couldn't survive prison predators. Sex offenders get fucked there. Brother died miserably. Family collapsed. Mom cancer from shock; U Mi-young head of house, dragged on, mom died too. Life = work. 24/7 obsessed. Only validation there. Met Choi Dong-jin.
Understood her Choi obsession, becoming his fucktoy. Married with kid, but cool boss—leader, father figure. But per Choi Seo-ah, shitty husband. They had a kid who died before one… Her life beyond tragic—dirge worthy, wanna cradle her.
"If she learns Choi Dong-jin's true colors… Can she handle?"
Good she's prioritizing Belphegor apostle now. Chat with Poo-U Mi-young soon. Her hardship makes me wanna help (True) U Mi-young.