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The profit split was clean.
Honestly I had no idea, but Han Nami looked it over carefully and told me it was clean.
“See the items listed here? Doesn’t look like they messed with the magic stone counts, and for the gear as well……”
Something along those lines.
For the record, Kim Hyeoncheol and the vice guild leader had shown up on the Eclipse Guild side.
Afterward they invited me to join the guild, but I turned them down.
In streaming you only sign with an MCN after the channel actually gets big.
One of the biggest risks for a streamer.
The second you think you’ve got a decent viewer count, you rush into an MCN contract.
Even when your value could climb higher, jumping straight into an MCN is just stupid.
Sure, sometimes they rate your future growth highly and hand you a solid deal.
But not me.
Other hunters said no one had ever shown this kind of growth in just four days.
Not something I heard from other hunters—something the Constellations told me.
Normally a skill transmission takes at least three months of hard grinding to earn.
Not just killing time for three months, either. Almost every day diving into gates or training while receiving sponsorships from Constellations before you could even hope for one.
The second they heard I’d already received a skill, the guild join conditions more than doubled. That said everything.
Besides, I still hadn’t adapted to this world enough to join a guild.
Only four days since I arrived here, and already signing with a guild or the Association? That made no sense.
I needed to properly grind in this world for at least a month before I could even start estimating anything.
Still, I told them I’d positively consider it, so they probably understood.
When I said I needed more time to think it over, both Kim Hyeoncheol and Han Nami accepted it.
That was how the earnings hit my account.
Insane.
An amount that blew past the yearly salary of most office workers.
If I thought of it as hazard pay for my life it felt a little low, but compared to what firefighters or cops made, it was a lot.
I already knew how I was going to spend it.
First I signed a lease on a new place. I told them I was moving out of the old room, and I got a call saying I could move into the new one starting tomorrow.
I finished contacting the movers too. The only things I actually owned at home were clothes and a computer, so it didn’t matter.
The rest of the money I planned to put toward renting a training ground.
A private training ground inside the Hunter Association.
Hunter-exclusive, so they said I could go all out without any problems. Something about magic engineering worked into the walls, ceiling, and floor—I didn’t really get the details.
But true to the “hunter-only” label, the price was steep.
Still better than doing it at home.
I’d tried training at home, but the place was too cramped and awkward. I’d nearly smashed the wall swinging the club.
Even if it had been bigger, I didn’t want to be swinging a club around the house.
I bought a training ground pass at the Association and stepped inside.
“Whoa……”
They’d said magic engineering expanded the space so it was different from the outside, and it really was huge.
That was why the upkeep cost so much, but building a training ground this size in Seoul would have been just as expensive anyway.
“Nice.”
I pulled the club out of my inventory and turned on the stream.
Within seconds the Constellations poured in, and I finished a quick round of greetings.
“As you can see, this is a training ground. I’m here to train.”
“Because it’s cute.”
When I pulled the club out of inventory I’d taken the teddy bear out with it.
If I got tired I was going to go hug it.
“Ah, right. Before that.”
I opened the shop and bought the Constellation True Name Identifier.
Description: A function that identifies a Constellation’s true name
Price: 100 Coins
I’d forgotten to use it yesterday.
“Yep. Honestly I turned the stream on for this.”
I’d only realized after the stream ended yesterday, so I planned to use it today.
I still needed to make a stream bulletin board too, but the review hadn’t finished yet.
It used to finish fast before.
Maybe because of what the function actually did, it was taking a while.
Anyway, I pulled a pen from inventory and filled out the Constellation True Name Identifier.
I wrote FeelGoodPotion, covered the screen, then wrote Dionysus.
I uncovered the screen again and poured mana into it.
The Constellations were just as invested when light filled the identifier.
Naturally, blue light poured out.
“Correct.”
“I said no collab-ban. Out.”
I Pulled Out a Mountain has been banned.
FeelGoodPotion has been banned.
What kind of cringe otaku shit were they spouting.
“Anyway, FeelGoodPotion, please subscribe.”
FeelGoodPotion has subscribed at Tier 3!
Subscription message: Does this mean I don’t get banned as easily?
“I try not to ban subscribers too much, but I’ll still do it when I have to, so keep that in mind.”
There were new viewers, so I explained it again.
NoMeatNoEat has subscribed at Tier 1!
Subscription message: So this is how you do it.
LoveMondays has subscribed at Tier 1!
Subscription message: Oh, hello!
DrunkMakesMeHuman has subscribed at Tier 1!
Subscription message: 1
Thanks to that, other new Constellations who heard my explanation started subscribing too.
“Alright then. Time to start train—”
Donation message: Hit me up after training. About that thing we talked about earlier lol
Before I could finish, WheelchairBestDriver dropped a donation.
Ah. Right.
In exchange for the clothes I’d received in the Giant Mole Gate, I’d promised to do some promotion.
But does promotion even help?
Well, a promise was a promise, so I’d keep it.
Those clothes had saved my life too. If I’d been wearing regular clothes back then there would’ve been a hole in my stomach.
“Got it, I’ll message you later.”
The private messaging function was sold in the shop.
Description: 1:1 chat function with Constellations
Price: 100 Coins
I’d already bought it in advance. I had plenty of coins.
My current total sat at 19,460 coins.
The coins I’d raked in yesterday while choosing which Constellation would teach me a skill had been massive, so I was already sitting on nearly 20,000.
“Alright, I’m going to start training now, but……”
“I don’t really know how I’m supposed to train. Anyone want to teach me?”
No, seriously, how was I supposed to train.
Just swing the club around?
“…So for now I should focus on the mind method first?”
The Constellations put together a training curriculum for me.
First five hours building the mind method’s realm, then research on how to swing the club.
Then one hour of actually swinging it while figuring out how to make each swing more effective.
The last hour was for conditioning the body.
“…Alright. Let’s try it.”
To raise the mind method’s realm I needed to accumulate internal energy.
I’d drunk nectar, so my body was already packed with internal energy—mana, basically.
My Mom Looks Like a Woman has been banned.
“Get the fuck out.”
Did that manga exist in this world too? I hoped I’d never run into it again.
Anyway, I needed to accumulate that mana in my dantian.
I finished preparing to sit cross-legged and recite the mind method’s formulas under my breath.
“Isn’t this the standard?”
Every martial arts movie I’d ever seen did it this way.
WhyTheHometown has been banned.
“Fine, I’ll just wing it then.”
I sat in the rest chair and recited the formulas.
The limits of my martial path define the limits of my world.
The limits of martial arts were the limits of the world.
Meaning I was the one who decided my own limits.
Martial arts are the framework through which I perceive and understand the world, and the range of martial arts I can use is the range of the world I can perceive.
Just like Primate GOAT had said before—my strength was the world I recognized.
Then… had I only been able to see the invisible giant moles because they were weaker than me?
Stray thoughts. Clear them out.
Only I could know my own martial path.
I knew my limits better than anyone else, because those limits were the limits of my world.
The world is everything that happens.
Everything I could do with my martial path was everything that happened to me.
If I could swing my club and change something, then that was something happening inside my world.
But just like no amount of thrashing would ever stop a typhoon, a typhoon was something that happened outside my world.
I kept reciting the mind method’s formulas and turning the meaning over in my head for a while.
“Done.”
I attached my own thoughts to every line, then opened my eyes.
“These bastards.”
I closed my eyes for five minutes and they already started a word chain game.