Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: The Hunter Who Throws His Weight Around (1)
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"Hmm..."
A languid afternoon.
Park Won-jun lay comfortably on the bed, staring at his tablet PC screen.
[Ahh, missing this one!]
A Korean pro baseball game was being broadcast on the screen.
The team based in Busan had just made an idiotic error on defense, allowing the tying run.
"..."
Won-jun knew the rules from watching games occasionally in the past.
But he wasn't all that focused on the match. He'd only turned it on because it popped into his head.
What really caught his interest was now filling the screen.
The camera was zooming in one by one on the cheerleaders from the Seoul team.
Among them was Lee Ji-ah, who had recently fucked Won-jun so intensely.
'What a woman.'
She'd been in so much pain that morning, but just a few days later, here she was, recovered and dancing her heart out with that ferocity.
"Slurp slurp, haa. You like baseball?"
"Huh?"
Won-jun had thrown on a shirt up top but was naked from the waist down, pants and all.
And easing that emptiness was none other than Park Min-ju.
She'd paused her steady cocksucking from her spot lying beside him to ask the question.
"Not really? Just watching since it was on."
"You're weird."
"Am I?"
"Hehe."
Not all that curious after all, Min-ju went right back to licking up and down his shaft.
'Ah, feels good.'
Lounging like this, getting a leisurely blowjob from Min-ju—perfect relaxation.
But Won-jun was always a man thinking ahead.
Even with a girl whose face matched his tastes sucking him off, his eyes lingered on the cheerleaders on screen.
Ji-ah was the prettiest, but the others looked pretty good too.
He planned to keep things going with Ji-ah, so maybe he could get her help bedding some of the other cheerleaders?
The stadium packed with a massive crowd of spectators.
Cheerleaders got that much attention, no doubt.
There was nothing like the thrill of fucking a girl drowning in men's gazes.
"How's the studying going, Min-ju?"
"I've always been a good student."
"Good girl."
"Hey, don't pat my head."
Won-jun stroked Min-ju's head.
It was her day off, but she'd dressed up properly per their agreement.
Her curled-up pose as she gripped his cock and sucked was just adorable.
This time, Won-jun caressed Min-ju's ass.
She'd lost a ton of weight recently, putting a brief chill in their bedroom activities, but thankfully she'd bounced back close to her old figure.
"Don't need any money these days?"
"Why?"
"Just asking."
"Dunno. I'll tell you if I do."
"That's a given."
"...Fine."
Won-jun found Min-ju extra pretty today and wanted to do more for her, but she didn't seem interested.
As a senior graduating this year, she might start working next, but right now she couldn't even do part-time jobs and relied on Won-jun financially.
But Won-jun had the wealth to support ten girls like Min-ju, easy.
"..."
"Yeah?"
Won-jun turned back to his tablet when Min-ju peeked up at the screen.
"Knew it. Pervert."
"Can't blame a guy."
It was a YouTube video featuring cheerleaders from Ji-ah's team that he'd been watching.
"No wonder you got rock hard out of nowhere."
"I get hard just looking at you."
"Fucking psycho."
"So cute."
"Ow ow, that hurts."
Min-ju spat curses at the dirty talk, but Won-jun roughly patted his darling's head.
"No inconveniences on the way in?"
"None."
"Let us know anytime—we'll send a car to pick you up at home."
"No need, I'm good."
In the elevator of the Korea Hunter Management Department building.
Special Hunter Park Won-jun responded politely to the support staff.
Now cleared for the 40th floor, he was required by Korean—and most advanced nations'—hunter regulations to equip appropriate gear.
"This way."
"Sure."
Won-jun followed the support staff.
"..."
'Not a big deal either way.'
His Meteor Sword had held up fine through the 39th floor.
No reason to expect problems ahead.
Even if it snapped, he had plenty of bare-handed martial arts beyond swordsmanship.
Back in the murim world, before he'd earned the title of the era's top righteous expert.
Shaanxi's largest evil faction had schemed to disarm him and surround him.
The result? Total annihilation of that faction.
And after castrating himself to refine his techniques further, he'd flung a nearby needle with his absurd inner energy, slaying one of the Demonic Cult's top ten masters and terrifying their followers.
"Hmm."
Won-jun browsed gear under the staff's guidance.
Problem was, nothing jumped out this time.
Last time hadn't mattered much either; he'd just gone with the Meteor Sword.
But now, nothing screamed "this one."
"Um, Hunter Park Won-jun."
"Yes?"
"Mind if I make a recommendation? There's something I'd love to show you."
"A recommendation?"
"Yes, haha."
"..."
Won-jun nodded silently.
'What's this?'
The staff's tone felt a bit off.
Like amateur acting from a school festival.
"Please do."
Won-jun flashed an innocent smile, playing dumb.
He'd play along. No malice seemed at work.
Moments later, the staff returned from another room with an item.
"Like your previous one, it's a sword. Care to take a look?"
"Sure."
Won-jun opened the man-sized case and inspected the contents.
"Ho."
"What do you think?"
It was stored with far more care than even the Meteor Sword had been.
Shing.
Won-jun drew the blade from its sheath.
'Nice.'
A bit Japanese-style? Incredibly long and ornate.
"This is Muramasa, forged from materials on the 49th floor of Tokyo's Black Tower. One of the finest named swords in the department's vault. Only three exist worldwide—America, Korea, Japan."
"Can I really use this? Seems too good for a guy just hitting the 40th floor."
"Haha, well. Ahem."
The staff cleared his throat awkwardly.
Won-jun was sure now: this was the pitch they'd been building to.
"You seem to prefer clean, flashy blades, Hunter Park, so I thought of this."
"Good eye."
"Haha, actually, it's the Minister's idea."
"The Minister?"
"Yes, Korea's Hunter Management Minister."
"The Minister cares about a mere Special Hunter's weapon?"
"Far from it! He's hugely interested in you."
"Honored."
Won-jun smiled leisurely, examining the Muramasa's blade closely. Still an excellent sword.
"I'll take this one."
"Great choice! Now for armor—"
"I'm good."
"Ah, haha."
The staff just chuckled awkwardly.
No one at Hunter Management was unaware of Won-jun's overwhelming tower clears.
They were past "be careful" stage.
S-rank clears with double rewards weren't for just anyone.
Even top-tier hunters saw them once in a blue moon. Won-jun did them like meals.
Not even conceivable in Korea—rare in China or America too.
"Should pay my respects to the Minister sometime."
"Really? He'd be thrilled."
"My honor."
Won-jun smiled with his eyes.
Pure flattery, of course.
Praising the boss was basic manners.
Won-jun had no intention of bowing to ministers or anyone.
Just figured a meeting might amuse him, given the interest.
'Minister, President—doesn't matter.'
He'd reached the pinnacle in that other world.
Even emperors couldn't touch him when he'd saved murim.
Who they were didn't faze him.
The U.S. President—supposed "Earth's rep"—might make for a proper feast.
"Hmm."
Park Won-jun tilted his head, stepping onto the Black Tower's 40th floor with his new weapon.
Giant Worms?
Something felt off.
"...Knew it."
Monsters swarmed as he headed to the boss room.
Familiar names didn't bode well—and his hunch was spot on.
"Really hate these fuckers."
Giant Worms: massive bugs.
Not one, but a swarm—it turned Won-jun's stomach.
Shing.
"Well, well."
Hated them or not, time to clean up.
'What martial art this time?'
As a Special Hunter, appearances mattered.
Couldn't half-ass it. And he didn't want their filth on his new sword.
'Perfect.'
Won-jun assumed position.
Leaped high.
All twenty Giant Worms visible at a glance.
Whoosh.
His art: Blazing Flame Divine Art, an extreme yang fire technique.
"Blazing Cataclysm."
Won-jun swung Muramasa wide, gazing down.
KABOOM!
Flames erupted like they’d scorch the earth, engulfing the worms.
Fwoosh!
"..."
The Giant Worm swarm reduced to ash.
Won-jun strode nobly to the boss room.
Sizzle.
Embers still lingered.
But neither sun-like inferno nor glacier-deep freeze affected a man who'd reached the realm of perfect thermal immunity.