Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Too Many Women, What a Dilemma (6)
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Thud. Thud.
South Korea's Special Hunter Park Won-jun strode into the boss room.
Busan Black Tower, 50th floor.
This floor had been a wall for countless hunters, even in powerhouse nations like the United States and China—countries that had been hunter superpowers since the Black Towers first appeared.
But Won-jun was conquering it as casually as if he were out for a stroll, just like he had with Seoul's 50th floor.
Rumble.
Won-jun pushed open the door to the boss room.
The 50th floor boss, Arch Lich, responsible for vanishing so many hunters without a trace.
Yet there was no hesitation in the steps of the man facing it down.
'How should I kill it to make it look a bit cooler?'
He'd never once worried about whether he could win—not since his return.
Even Special Hunters didn't fuss over how they'd look on video by the 50th floor.
And viewers didn't expect pure entertainment from such high-stakes climbs.
But Won-jun wanted to add some visual flair, even in a place this dangerous and intense.
Artist or not.
"As expected."
The Arch Lich appeared before Won-jun as he boldly advanced into the boss room, raising its staff.
The spell it cast immediately was, predictably, ice magic.
Just like ordinary liches, this Arch Lich specialized in ice magic too.
'In that case.'
Normally, one would counter ice magic with fire spells or some other defensive measure.
The Busan Tower 50th floor guides he'd skimmed surely had countermeasures listed for ice magic.
Krunch.
The moment the Arch Lich's staff glowed, the ground began to freeze over.
Then, razor-sharp, massive ice spikes erupted from the earth toward where Won-jun stood, like enormous thorns.
"...Ah, so that's the mechanism."
Even as the attack hurtled toward him, Won-jun nodded, analyzing it coolly.
Having reached the realm of being unmoved by heat or cold, he felt no real threat—but the air around him had definitely shifted.
The unprepared hunters would already be frozen solid by the chill.
Bound by the cold, they'd be skewered helplessly by those ice spikes. That was the Arch Lich's attack.
A style prioritizing practicality over flashiness.
"Hmm."
Won-jun decided on his counter.
He simply pressed both palms to the ground.
No need to draw his sword.
"Ice Flower Prison."
One of the ultimate techniques of the Ice White Divine Art: Ice Flower Prison.
It fit the visual perfectly.
Kriiiiick.
A chill far colder than the Arch Lich's magic spread through the ground.
The boss's attack and his technique shared a similar principle.
Both focused on binding the enemy.
In an instant, the ice spikes launched by the Arch Lich halted before Won-jun's ice art. No—they were devoured.
Ice overwhelming ice.
Won-jun's internal energy had deepened through diligent daily meditation, making his ice art's chill overwhelmingly fierce.
Before long, the technique reached the Arch Lich, freezing it from the feet upward in a rush.
Ice Flower Prison, designed to ensure no escape.
Used by Won-jun, whose mastery far surpassed the lich's, the outcome was inevitable.
A foregone conclusion.
Won-jun toyed with the Busan Black Tower's 50th floor boss until it fell.
"Let's keep going."
Despite his overwhelming power, he grew stronger every day through diligent meditation on his breathing techniques.
And as a Special Hunter, he'd never skipped a single daily tower climb.
No gathering of all the world's hunters could produce one more diligent than him.
'Hmm.'
On the drive home, Won-jun pondered his next lay.
If none were available, he could always call Park Min-ju. Or lately, he'd been able to summon Lee Ji-ah anytime the urge struck.
Seducing a teammate's cheerleader was its own thrill.
Wouldn't Park Si-young create an even more entertaining scenario on her own? Or was he leaving too much to chance?
In this way, Won-jun stayed devoted to every aspect of his life.
Of course, it wasn't all easy.
'Wonder if something more exciting will come up.'
He wasn't bored, exactly—but at this point, he craved something that really got his blood pumping.
Thinking wasn't hard.
His standards were consistent.
A woman he found objectively stunning.
Despite bedding countless beauties, his tastes hadn't gotten jaded or overly picky.
What mattered was the pleasure she could provide.
And how badly other men wanted her.
"..."
Narrowing it down like that sometimes sparked brilliant ideas.
Men wanted certain types of women, after all.
'Hunter. Celebrity.'
What about sleeping with a female hunter?
Since returning from the martial world, Won-jun hadn't been one to passively consume media, so he hadn't looked into it much. But he'd heard female hunters tackling high floors were hugely popular.
Next up: celebrities.
In a modern society where entertainers wielded massive influence, they topped men's sexual fantasies.
'Take it slow.'
Aiming too high might diminish the satisfaction from lower rungs.
Famous. Desired by tons of guys.
Searching those criteria would surely yield gems—like when he'd thought of cheerleader Lee Ji-ah.
Once someone hit a certain SNS following, they were influencers. So, what about influencers or celebs who weren't full-fledged stars?
"Aha."
Even after getting home from the tower, Won-jun was lost in thought until he slapped his palm in realization.
"This place is really nice."
"You've said that like five times already."
"Huh? Did I?"
"You must love it."
"It's cute and cozy. I love spots like this."
"We should come more often."
"..."
A café in Seoul's Gangnam district.
Song Hyun-ah, 21-year-old dance major at Saja University, smiled at her boyfriend's thoughtful words.
He was seven years older than her but sweet, with a silver tongue.
After a cautious month of courtship, he'd finally won over this beautiful woman.
"Oppa, about resuming school..."
"Resuming?"
"Yeah. Time to prep. I wasn't planning to, but after what happened..."
"Take your time, Hyun-ah. You're still young."
"Hey, how young do you think I am?"
"Very. Rest more. Just trust this oppa."
"What? Since when are you 'this oppa'? You losing it?"
"Hahaha."
He laughed heartily even at his young girlfriend's cute complaints.
Always considerate and warm, he'd melted Hyun-ah's initial wariness quickly.
Even without her fully explaining her leave of absence or the trauma behind it, he never pried—just patiently healed the bruise on her heart.
"Whoa, insane."
"Hm? What's up, oppa?"
"Conquered Busan Black Tower 50th floor, then right back to Seoul Tower for the 51st—and totally dominated it? Haha, guy's a beast."
"..."
Hyun-ah's face darkened instantly.
She knew exactly who they meant.
"Hyun-ah? What's wrong all of a sudden?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
Her hands trembled. She nearly knocked over her coffee.
'No, no.'
She had to overcome it. She couldn't let it control her.
She still couldn't forget that day Park Won-jun raped her.
He'd approached pretending to be kind, laid her on the bed, then turned monstrous.
Nightmares haunted her of that huge, rock-hard cock violating her body.
That weapon-like dick and the disgusting, filthy white semen it spewed.
The man who'd defiled her had pumped her womb full for his own amusement. The thought still made her skin crawl.
'But.'
Unable to tell a soul, she'd watched Won-jun become a national hero.
The man who'd traumatized her was now praised by all.
The scandals at school about Won-jun's depravity had erupted.
After he rose as a powerful Special Hunter, other Saja University girls like her had tried to go public—but unseen pressure silenced them.
No matter how hard it got for individuals or groups to speak out these days, how could this happen?
In the end, Hyun-ah was left alone, hiding while her tormentor was hailed a hero.
If you hate the temple, leave the monk—but the temple was all of Korea.
She couldn't flee abroad. She just had to endure.
"Hyun-ah, you look awful. Don't tell me... again?"
"Yeah, it happens sometimes."
She clutched her head. Her boyfriend's worried tone barely registered.
At least it was better now. Early on, just seeing Won-jun in videos made her collapse.
"Towers have monsters, right? That's why it's scary."
"Scary? Sure, normally. But meaningless against this Park Won-jun guy."
"..."
"Hyun-ah?"
"R-Really? That's good."
"You look sick today."
Hyun-ah forced a brave smile.
She couldn't live like this forever.
This man had approached her out of genuine care.
At first, he'd reminded her of Won-jun's fake gentleness, so she'd been guarded. But his steady kindness had won her over.
For her family, for everyone—she had to break free.
'Right.'
I'll just endure it. For me.
Hyun-ah's simple yet perilously difficult resolve.
"Getting kinda warm, huh?"
"Yeah. Oh, Hyun-ah, gotta hit the bathroom."
"Okay!"
Once her boyfriend left the café, Hyun-ah watched him go, then her expression hardened as she steeled herself again.
"I have to overcome this."
Her words burned with determination.
"She's even more impressive than I thought."
Park Won-jun, who hadn't abused his Special Hunter privileges but honestly sold his recent mana crystals and materials at the Hunter Management Bureau.
Faithful as ever, he scanned the car for his next fuck.
His latest pick: internet streamer girls.
Knowledge is power, right? A quick search revealed streamers with 1.2 million followers.
Her name: 22-year-old streamer Luna.
Real name: Jeong Luna.
Sounded foreign, but it was her birth name.
Considering hot cheerleader Lee Ji-ah had 400k, that was staggering.
Mostly foreigners, but same for Ji-ah.
A major streamer whose dance shorts had hit 10 million views.
'Perfect.'
The world was vast, full of women to fuck.
And her looks? Dyed blonde hair, flashy face, model height, huge tits.
Face was subjective, but her rack definitely beat Ji-ah's. Though Ji-ah with those would've struggled dancing.
Of course, as a streamer, he'd need to check the real deal.
"Target locked."
He'd go after her. No connection yet—maybe slide into her SNS DMs.
'Or.'
Test how far the Hunter Management Bureau's pull went?
Won-jun chuckled at the fun prospect.
"...Huh?"
But life had a way.
Some days, one intriguing thing led to an explosion of them.
In Won-jun's car, he spotted Song Hyun-ah—sweet with her boyfriend one moment, then alone as he stepped away.