The Virgin Obsessed Man Feared Even by the Gods
In the hunter community, I had not found perfect information, but I spent time like a fisherman reeling in a strong bass—waiting, enduring, and biding my time until the curse of lust would inevitably make me lose my virginity. So I headed straight for the Tower.
The Tower’s entrance was like a soft, malleable world where coming and going was free. I didn’t need any grand resolve to enter it.
But not just anyone could walk through that gate.
“What does it mean that the power is beauty? I don’t get it at all!”
Two armed soldiers guarded the Tower checkpoint.
They couldn’t stop hunters with a single rifle, so their real job was watching ordinary people so they wouldn’t make fools of themselves.
One wore a sergeant’s rank, the other a corporal’s. Both had done nothing wrong—only failed the gender gacha and ended up in prison.
A pang of pity stirred inside me.
“You’re that beautiful? Must be superpowers, right?”
I pulled off my sunglasses and mask and let them see my face.
“Kyaaah!”
The corporal collapsed instantly.
After years in prison, he’d been isolated with only women. Seeing someone as stunning as me was apparently too much for him to handle.
“Minseong! Minseong! Wake up! Don’t die!”
“I wish the best for Sergeant Minseong’s recovery.”
I meant it as a good deed. I never expected to create an accidental injury.
My power was dangerous. I should stop using it so freely.
Since I couldn’t stay to nurse him back to health, I kept walking toward the Tower.
It was huge and so tall it seemed to tear the sky open.
But as the Tower always did, you didn’t actually climb inside—you crossed a dimensional portal to enter.
The inside space was absurdly vast, more like a city than a dungeon.
Welcome, user Gam Dasan.
First time entering the Tower.
Climb the Tower, gain new experiences, and grow stronger.
If you shine brightly, the stars themselves might take notice of you.
Macro notification? Already?
I had already become an Apostle of three Constellations.
Adding more here would give me a headache.
Or was it the opposite? More sponsors were always better?
Was I the special case?
After scanning the hunter community forums, I learned that being chosen by a Constellation was extremely rare. Humans who became Apostles? There were none I could find.
Sponsorship ranks were divided into Interest, Gaze, and Apostle. Interest meant they had simply taken a glance. Gaze was when they subscribed, liked, or followed. Apostle was the big donation—bestowing special powers.
Even a Gaze was rare. Getting just Interest put you at the very top of current hunters.
But I was Apostle to three goddesses.
The status window was proof enough. I was clearly ridiculously strong. Yet I’d also received an enormous curse for that strength.
“Would an AI be able to use TextX too?”
A sudden absurd thought flashed through my mind. I slapped my cheek.
The pain felt good.
“Kwaaaah! Shit!”
My brain felt like it had been eaten by bugs. No—my entire brain was bugs.
Firebugs that screamed their heads off in heat at any moment. All-night cramming until I could die of exhaustion, glued to a window yelling “I want to mate!” while I wanted to burn them with a flamethrower.
That was the feeling. I wanted to tear my brain out.
Tutorial Complete
The Tower’s tutorial was nothing special—just the usual game-style explanation of functions and rules.
After it ended, I was sent to a city that felt like a virtual-reality game had downloaded itself.
A medieval-style brick city wall surrounded everything. I felt my heart race.
I was a real hunter now.
“Let’s go to the temple, get Artemis-nim’s blessing, and head out.”
That name hit my ears—too interesting to ignore.
The Temple of Artemis.
Since she was also the goddess of hunting and archery, she gave buffs to hunters.
“Maybe this will let me unlock DM block?”
I decided to visit the temple for a quick check.
Following a group of chattering women felt exactly like stalking.
The women turned back once when they sensed footsteps, but I was a woman too. They knew I was female from my body lines showing under the coat and didn’t look again.
That made me want to throw the coat open and expose myself right here.
“Another ridiculous fantasy.”
I really wanted to pour lube into my brain and suck it dry.
But it wouldn’t turn the towel into a rag anyway.
Feeling at my absolute worst, I arrived at the temple entrance.
And the worst thing happened.
Crack!
“Tsk, a barrier.”
The goddess Artemis’s temple looked a little out of place with the city’s atmosphere—pure Greek architecture.
When I tried to approach, sparks flew and my body was repelled.
A crowd of people waiting to receive blessings from Artemis watched me bounce off the barrier.
Whispers rippled through them.
Because I was turned away at Artemis Temple, the whole city thought I was a legendary whore.
Not true.
It’s because your goddess is scared of my three patron Constellations.
I felt deep anger.
“Artemis! Open the door!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every time I knocked, the barrier exploded with thunder and a massive wave rolled out.
People who hadn’t seen me bounce off earlier now stared at me pounding on the wall.
“They’re all misunderstanding me as a pervert! Artemis! Open the damn door!”
“What’s going on?”
I caused such a commotion that temple staff came out.
Greek gods obsessed with beauty, so the priests were all stunningly beautiful.
And since she was Artemis’s priestess, she had to be a virgin. Perfect.
The crowd whispered at the most gorgeous one among them.
“Gaze received.”
Just Gaze. Among Interest, Gaze, and Apostle, that reaction was already huge.
If I revealed I was Apostle to three goddesses, they’d definitely say “she’s not a virgin, she’s lewd, and her sponsor list is suspicious.”
Power is best hidden. Always.
“She really is beautiful and pure. Flawless.”
The temple had Greek architecture but the priests’ clothes were different—practical hunter shirts and trousers.
Baek Seolha, with her shoulder-length bob, carried a bow on her back and a quiver at her waist. The outfit wasn’t especially feminine, but that only made her more virginal and attractive.
Real beauty finished the look with fashion.
“The goddess is refusing you. Please leave at once.”
The words “leave” from her lips made me both disgusted and furious.
“It’s just a small misunderstanding. If you received Gaze from Artemis, you should be able to DM her, right? A quick chat and the misunderstanding will disappear.”
“The goddess says to step back immediately.”
“If I only unlock DM block, will you let me go? Let’s communicate.”
“You don’t understand what’s happening.”
Baek Seolha pulled a bow from behind her back. Six followers instantly copied her stance.
I was getting annoyed and seriously considered releasing the Hypnosis App.
“What, no clothes?”
Was I supposed to feel the pain of love followed by abandonment?
Or keep her like a pet and shower her with affection?
I’m fine because I’m an Apostle of three goddesses, but you’re an Artemis priestess. Cross that line and you’ll be abandoned and punished instantly.
“No, that’s exactly the corruption those perverted goddesses want.”
Turning a virgin into a non-virgin.
That was a sin I could never commit.
I struggled to control myself.
I wouldn’t be swayed by the will of non-virgin goddesses.
“She’s stripping.”
“Whoa.”
“No way, she’s naked underneath?”
Not naked. But the outfit was almost the same.
“I am a pure, virgin maiden! I confirmed it this morning!”
“What did you confirm?”
“Maybe you’re sick.”
“Your clothes look exactly like a barbarian. Nothing under them, right?”
Even if I stayed here longer, I probably couldn’t unlock DM block.
I chose a tactical retreat.
“I’ll remember this, Artemis! I won’t forget this humiliation!”
While fleeing, I taunted Artemis and the priests began shooting arrows at me.
As an EX-Rank Awakener, my body had grown far stronger than normal. Catching an incoming arrow between my fingers was trivial.
I caught every arrow the Artemis Temple virgins shot.
Looking at them, I started thinking they were precious memories.
Today was my first day in the Tower. The targets were all virgins—Artemis’s priestesses.
Arrows shot by virgins. They were incredibly valuable.
I collected them all and stored them in my inventory.
The priests stopped shooting, faces twisted in disgust.
“Thank you for the gift! Every time I see these arrows, I’ll remember you. Please protect the virgins forever! Goodbye!”
I hope those virgins stayed virgins forever.
So this day’s memory could remain a beautiful recollection forever.