Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Too Many Women Are a Problem (1)
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South Korea's Special Hunter Park Won-jun had entered the 50th floor of the Seoul Black Tower.
"Lich?"
Won-jun tilted his head in puzzlement.
Most monsters could be roughly guessed from their names alone, but this one was unfamiliar.
He hadn't even checked the data provided by the Hunter Management Department's support staff.
"...Ah."
It took only a few steps for Won-jun to figure out what they were.
A massive cloak draped over their forms.
Even from a distance, the shape inside was clearly human bones.
And each one clutched a staff as tall as themselves.
"Mages? That's new."
He had encountered monsters with ranged attacks before, but ones wielding staves and casting spells like this were a first.
Guess this really is the 50th floor.
Shing.
Won-jun drew his sword, Muramasa.
Normally, he should have received a new weapon before tackling the 50th floor.
But Won-jun stubbornly insisted on sticking with his usual one.
It broke regulations, but even the Hunter Management Department couldn't sway his determination.
And it wasn't just because he was Korea's top Hunter challenging the 50th floor.
It was that overwhelming prowess he'd shown up to the 49th.
No one at the department would dare tell him to switch weapons and prepare properly—it would be absurd and overstepping.
Anyone who'd seen even a clip of his tower clears knew he was on another level, unless they were idiots.
"Hmm."
Won-jun strolled forward leisurely, sword in hand, a relaxed smile on his face.
He planned to observe how the enemies attacked.
Whoosh.
"Ho."
Won-jun nodded.
Flames began erupting from the liches' staves.
Pew pew pew!
Dozens of fireballs hurtled toward him.
Whoosh!
Won-jun swung his sword at the sight.
"Definitely unique."
The fireballs vanished in the sword wind from his blade, powered by his overwhelming inner energy.
Won-jun just watched them with interest amid the chaos.
'But is this all they've got?'
If they were mages, you'd expect variety—one fire, one ice, one wind, one lightning.
Something like that.
What was with everyone spamming the same move?
"They might mix it up if I watch longer."
Won-jun closed the distance a bit more.
He wasn't planning to play around too long.
He could go flashy, but an AoE would just sweep them all anyway.
'Ah.'
As he decided to wipe them out, a good idea struck him.
"Alright, get ready."
The liches raised their staves in unison.
Taat!
Won-jun leaped high into the air from his spot.
"..."
Hovering midair, Won-jun looked down.
The liches were aiming right at him.
'Bring it.'
Roar.
More fireballs, just as expected.
'Blazing Flame Divine Art.'
Against enemies barraging with fire, he'd counter with fire of his own.
A ranged power clash straight out of a comic.
Kid stuff, but clichés exist for a reason.
Pew pew pew!
Won-jun eyed the incoming fireballs and readied his swing.
Leaping into midair limited his movement, a defensively vulnerable move.
But Won-jun didn't care.
The Black Tower's 50th floor was no place for him to fall.
"Blazing Cataclysm."
Won-jun swung Muramasa wide.
Roar.
A counter-flame from his sword.
The blazing sword qi, infused with ultimate yang energy, devoured the fireballs in an instant and surged toward the liches.
Kaboom!
The ground shook like it was crumbling, accompanied by a deafening roar that could burst eardrums.
Won-jun confirmed the enemies were wiped out.
"This is why the status window's so handy."
Back in the martial world, using a flashy technique like this didn't guarantee every foe was dead.
With ultimate yang arts, it was reasonable to assume they'd burned to ash, but those demonic cult freaks with their bizarre bodies sometimes left you wondering.
The Black Tower told you everything, though—no worries.
Won-jun headed slowly toward the boss room.
Fierce flames still raged.
But knowing the enemies were reduced to ash, no need to look back.
Rumble.
Won-jun entered the boss room.
"..."
He kept walking.
Surprisingly, the boss was about the same size as the regular mobs—humanoid, maybe?
Shing.
"Mind attacking first?"
Won-jun drew his sword as he approached the boss.
His creativity was slacking lately; no fun ideas for clearing this one.
50th floor boss: Arch Lich.
It held an equally massive staff, dressed far more ornately than the others.
Like a medieval European king, perhaps?
'Wonder how it'll come at me.'
Won-jun held his sword, waiting for the enemy's move.
Countering a preemptive strike looked pretty cool, right?
Roar.
"That again?"
Flames bloomed from the Arch Lich's staff.
More fireballs? Just stronger ones?
That'd be disappointing.
Kwaaang!
"Huh?"
Won-jun's assumption was wrong.
Flames erupted from the staff, forming a circular wall of fire around him in an instant.
Zzzzt.
"Interesting."
A wall of fire encircled Won-jun in a flash.
The Arch Lich seemed ready for a second attack right away.
Flames flickered on the staff once more.
First trap the foe with the fire wall, then follow up to incinerate—simple but practical pattern.
Roar!
A fiery barrage on a whole other level from the regular liches' orbs.
Blazes sped toward Won-jun.
Pew pew pew!
The space inside the fire wall was instantly engulfed in flames.
"..."
The Arch Lich lowered its staff.
The human with the sword must be ash now.
"What're you doing?"
"..."
But the supposedly burned Won-jun appeared right in front of the Arch Lich.
The boss tried to counter, but Won-jun was already in position to swing.
'Dramatic enough?'
The perfect moment for a "Did I get it?" line.
Won-jun, never in danger from such an attack, had closed in like shrinking earth technique, blade poised to strike.
A speed even famed swift-sword martial artists couldn't match.
He'd been called the Supreme Swordsman before Supreme Under Heaven.
Slash!
A chillingly clean strike from Won-jun.
Swing too fast, and the dramatic highlight would've been lost.
Thanks to his timing, the Arch Lich lived a few seconds longer—but the end was the same.
The Seoul Black Tower's 50th floor, which no one had soloed before.
For Won-jun, it was just another meal—and now came the rewards.
"They give a lot."
Mana Crystals and gear materials meant income.
Won-jun barely checked his earnings these days, but he knew the thrill of making bank.
Thanks to S-rank, he got 1,000 Mana Crystals.
That alone was 100 million won.
Gear mats would fetch even more— at least 200 million?
"Unreal."
Money he might never have touched in a lifetime before, now earned daily.
Chiiik chiiik.
"Haang! Aaaang!"
"Ah, feels good."
A luxurious hotel room.
Park Won-jun was having sex in his VIP suite at the five-star hotel, as usual.
His custom mansion in Pyeongchang-dong would be ready soon.
Until then, hotel romps it was.
"Lie on your back, Si-young. Wanna do it watching that pretty face."
"Yes, oppa."
Today's partner: his college junior, Park Si-young.
The innocent haughtiness had worn off, dulling his interest, but she was stunning, and soft-hearted Won-jun called her back after a while.
Plus, the more he saw her, the sexier she got.
Si-young was ripening into maturity.
"Having fun at school these days?"
"Yeah, I've been studying hard and might get a scholarship."
"That's my Si-young."
Won-jun's advice to her:
Shape your life to become the kind of woman he wanted to fuck.
Vague, but Si-young was trying her best.
"Aang! Oppa, I'm on the pill, so cum inside."
"Good girl. Gonna fill you up lots today—look forward to it."
"You're amazing—so big and hard."
Si-young gave the standard praise for a man's stamina.
Won-jun didn't find it all that appealing.
'Well.'
Still, her effort was adorable. What more could you expect from a 20-year-old?
"Gonna cum."
"Yes, oppa! Ahk!"
His cock hurt despite her efforts, but Si-young endured for the creampie.
Splurt splurt.
"Hoo."
Won-jun savored the release, pumping Si-young's pussy full after so long.
"Incredible... So much cum."
"Your ex couldn't fill you up much?"
"Huh? I never did it with him."
"Really?"
Won-jun, rarely surprised, chuckled in slight shock.
'Whoa.'
After dating that long? Wild.
Guy must've been head over heels for such a beauty.
"You were a bad girl, Si-young."
"Heehee, sorry."
"Nah, the guy was a fool for not setting the mood right."
"Right?"
Not caring much about the guy, sweet-to-women Won-jun defended her side anyway.
"What’s that dude up to now?"
"Dunno. Lost interest."
"Yeah?"
A fun idea popped up, but Si-young seemed truly done with him.
'Missed opportunity.'
Should've had fun in front of her boyfriend back then.
"Oppa, you like me dating?"
"Not just that—it's hot when my girl's popular with other guys too."
"Got this persistent senior hitting on me lately. Should I try dating him?"
"No need to force it."
"What if I don't fuck him, just do phone play like last time? Sound good?"
"That's a great idea."
"Oppa, honestly."
Si-young flashed a sultry smile.
She was striving for Won-jun's affection.
How could she forget that day he made her suck him off while on call with her boyfriend—and loved it?
'Ah, life’s too good.'
Won-jun marveled anew at his overflowing harem.
Life in the martial world had been so dull.