Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Nayeo-ju Saves the World
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“Hey, sis. I’ve got a favor to ask.”
Cheong-su, who had polished off his French toast in just a few bites, scraping the plate clean but lingering at the table, finally spoke up.
His awkwardness at asking for a ‘favor’ was so endearing that Seong Yo-na struggled to hold back a laugh.
“Sure thing, Cheong-su. What is it?”
“Well... I’m sharing a room with Su-ho hyung right now.”
“Oh, got it! I’ll make you a room while you’re at school.”
“Thank you...”
Cheong-su bowed his head.
“I only found out recently, but after dawn training, Su-ho hyung tiptoes around so he doesn’t wake me.”
He mumbled the explanation in a small voice, looking embarrassed.
“He even tried training with me once, but with my stamina, I’d just be a burden... Anyway, thank you.”
“No worries. Feel free to ask for favors like this anytime.”
A few days ago, she had made his favorite bibimbap for breakfast, but he could barely eat it, just nodding off. The memory made Seong Yo-na chuckle despite herself.
So that’s what happened.
“N-no, sis. You’ve got enough on your plate.”
Cheong-su scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, avoiding her gaze.
“Oh, the others are about to come down. More toast?”
“Yes. Oh! I-I’ll help too.”
Cheong-su jumped up, rolled up his school uniform shirt sleeves, and started slicing strawberries.
In the peaceful sounds of knife on cutting board and clinking dishes, Seong Yo-na’s humming continued for a while.
“Heartwarming, just heartwarming.”
I felt a swell of pride listening to Im Cheong-su and Seong Yo-na’s conversation from beyond the open dining hall door.
This is the creative economy right here.
An S-rank Creator Hunter churning out tens-of-millions-worth potions teaming up with an A-rank Spatial Manipulator who remodels buildings without spending a dime on materials.
Just watching it fills your chest with emotion.
“Right, Guild Master?”
Kang Han, listening alongside me, smirked instead of answering.
This guy’s been smiling more lately.
He’d cut back on overworking himself too.
At least he’s learned to bide his time.
“Since it’s so heartwarming, no big schedule today, right?”
“...Nothing but training. Why do you ask?”
“Come somewhere with me.”
Kang Han looked puzzled by my sudden suggestion but didn’t press for details.
“Let’s do it.”
“Not curious where?”
What if I’m dragging you somewhere weird!
But Kang Han just smiled casually.
“Don’t you always have a plan, Nayeo-ju-ssi?”
Ha, figures.
“Spot on.”
Seong Yo-na’s updating the guild interior, so I’ll update the Guild Master.
“Shopping?”
Kang Han asked with a hint of betrayal in his expression.
“Don’t like shopping? I love it.”
“I don’t... enjoy it.”
“You look like you wouldn’t.”
“And what does someone who ‘looks like they wouldn’t’ look like?”
I scanned him from head to toe instead of answering.
You really don’t know?
“Your closet’s got at least three identical pairs of pants and shirts, right?”
“...”
“And those combat boots you wear year-round—been at least two years, huh?”
“...Let’s drop it.”
“And those t-shirts, at least five per color... Mmph!”
“I said drop it.”
Kang Han’s large hand clamped over my mouth.
Think that’ll stop me?
“Mmph! Mmmph! Pbbbt!”
“Don’t curse with your mouth covered.”
“...Pbt.”
How’d he even understand that?
Only when I quieted down did Kang Han release my mouth.
“Anyway, you’re the Guild Master. Wearing the same outfits every day makes us lose face.”
“For Hunters, skill matters more than...”
“Don’t make me laugh!”
I pointed sharply at Sama Young’s massive billboard across from Maestro Guild.
And jabbed right at Kang Han’s sore spot.
“Wanna lose to him?”
He struts around all shiny like that?
Even passersby snapping pics of his ad with their phones?
Kang Han stared up at the billboard for a moment before speaking.
“...Sama Young Hunter’s only A-rank. I’ve already won.”
“Petty, so petty.”
“It’s hard to settle things right now, but if I unlock one more skill...”
“Got it. Let’s buy clothes quick.”
“No, Nayeo-ju-ssi...”
“Yessir, yessir.”
I shoved his broad back, pushing him into the Maestro building.
“Annoying.”
I muttered as we left the hunter clothing store.
“A most satisfying shopping trip.”
Kang Han, on the other hand, looked content.
Yeah, I bet.
I crumpled the receipt—way less than half what I’d expected—and shoved it into my bag.
“You military-look fanatics.”
I’d thought Kang Han stuck to combat boots and tech pants out of lingering soldier habits.
The hunter clothing store was like ground zero for military style.
In the end, what ended up in Kang Han’s hands was an upgraded ‘Kang Han look’—slightly sharper, with basic flame resistance and temperature regulation.
I’d wanted to dress him as flashy as Sama Young.
But those outfits cost hundreds of millions.
The guild’s finances weren’t there yet, so we went for the cost-effective tech wear.
As I pouted, Kang Han’s lips curved softly.
“No helping it. Dungeons are battlefields against monsters.”
“...Fair point.”
Too true to argue.
Especially after a few dungeon runs myself.
One slip, and you lose a limb.
Maybe guys like Sama Young or Seong Rosa insisting on suits or saintly white robes in places like that were the weird—and impressive—ones.
And those weren’t even off-the-rack.
All custom-made.
Still regretting it, I glanced back at the store when Kang Han said quietly,
“Thank you, Nayeo-ju-ssi.”
“Huh? For what?”
“You had a point. I’ll pay more attention from now on.”
“Ah.”
He was responding to my nagging during shopping: ‘The Guild Master is the guild’s face.’
“Honestly, just avoid rags. You’ve got the most important thing perfect already.”
“The most important? What’s that?”
“Your face.”
Fashion’s true finisher is the face.
Contradict me, and you’re wrong.
Because
“Even in that basic t-shirt and tech pants, everyone’s stealing glances.”
I’d noticed it since we got out of the taxi in front of Maestro.
Not as flashy as the top four guild masters, but people recognized Kang Han.
Maestro allowed civilians, but it was fundamentally hunter territory.
Nine out of ten were Awakeners.
Without the unspoken ‘no photos or autographs among hunters’ rule, shopping would’ve taken twice as long with all the stares.
Someone even bought the exact outfit Kang Han got.
Great sign.
Meant Kang Han and Justice Guild’s image was tilting positive.
And most importantly,
“No outfit saves you if your face and build suck. You’ve got both locked down.”
His current getup wasn’t even hunter gear—just regular tech pants and army surplus boots.
Peak cost-performance.
“What, embarrassed?”
No response, so I looked up. Kang Han coughed, ears red.
“Why say stuff like that...”
“Ripe persimmons glow red. What else you call ‘em?”
And this persimmon could fight.
Hm. Tech wear does suit Kang Han’s image.
Suit on him might look like an awards-show footballer.
Maybe lock in tech wear as his signature?
Good idea.
He’d face cameras more as the guild rose.
A humble guild master amid the flash? Not bad.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Should I call a taxi...”
“Tenth floor.”
Real shopping starts now.
“Tenth floor is...”
“Weapons.”
Dress humble, but a hunter can’t skimp on weapons.