The Virgin Obsessed Man Feared Even by the Gods
I was already planning to gently return the kids.
The Tower was divided into the lower floors up to the 50th and the upper floors from the 51st onward.
They said the lower floors were just kids’ playgrounds and the real stuff started on the upper ones.
Even the kids’ “playground” lower section required at least B-rank to pass safely, and being B-rank meant you were treated like a national hero among hunters.
Still, the gap between lower and upper floors was enormous.
I didn’t want to take these children on a picnic in the upper section. It didn’t look like a good place for one.
I hadn’t hurt a single one of them.
If anything, I’d been spoiling them rotten.
So I had no intention of doing anything that could put them at risk.
And honestly, I’d already been thinking it would be impossible to keep up with their slow pace and hunting progress.
“Ugh, this is pissing me off.”
Like I’d only planned to take a quick ten-minute break for exam prep and some idiot dad barged in right then, lecturing me.
Once I started yelling at them to hand them over, the desire to play with them surged instead.
“If I let these kids go free, what exactly can you give me in return?”
“What would you like?”
Ahn Gyeong-yang had a decent face and figure except for her worst invention—the glasses.
She could’ve just closed her eyes and lived normally. Why did humanity need to invent glasses and inflict such a terrible plague on itself?
Ishtar would’ve demanded her life on the spot.
Aphrodite would’ve demanded worship of herself.
Freyja would’ve demanded one night together.
I wasn’t any of those.
“Group chat.”
Real-world hypnosis solved everything in seconds, but the internet world was different.
I wanted the power to use in the internet world.
“Create a group chat.”
“What?”
“Back in the old days they said three people could create a nonexistent tiger, right? I want to become the name of the hunter community, so make a community assistant group chat that manipulates public opinion exactly the way I demand.”
Community assistant, but with some weird conditions.
Part-timers who had hunter licenses and could enter the hunter community.
“I’m the guild master, so I can arrange that much.”
Ahn Gyeong-yang’s expression hardened.
She looked like she wanted to ask what the hell I was talking about.
Maybe she was already relieved, thinking this might actually work.
“Does your mental domination power have limits?”
She’d actually tried to test me.
I was annoyed and stared at her.
She suddenly leaned forward and started gagging.
Ah.
I didn’t really want to know what she’d had for lunch.
But the smell of something revolting felt stronger than the gag, so my brain had already crossed the point of no return.
I should’ve stayed out of her vomiting range!
“Limits or no limits, let’s experiment on your guild members?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry is the end? Why are there police?! You idiot! The police can’t even enter the Tower!”
“I’ll create the group chat immediately. I won’t try to hypnotize anyone again. Please let our guild members go. I beg you.”
Her voice was thick with tears.
Even the tears streaming down her face matched the vomit beside her.
But I still had no intention of stopping the harassment.
“No way. I get drained when there are no virgins around me.”
“Then I’ll go instead.”
I walked up to her, took her hand, and helped her stand.
“Are you a virgin?”
“M-me too… I’m a never-been-kissed.”
Whenever the word “virgin” made her embarrassed, she swapped to “never-been-kissed” and gained 30 virgin points.
She suddenly looked even prettier, smarter, more intellectual, lovelier, cuter—everything.
“I should’ve said that sooner. How about we grab coffee at our cafe?”
“There’s no cafe here.”
“If there’s a nice chair and table, that’s a cafe, right?”
I built a table and chairs from the wood I’d collected while climbing the Tower.
Why collect wood anyway?
Are you not a Korean gamer or something?
When resources are right in front of you, you collect them.
I boiled water over a half-burnt camp fire and brewed herbal tea.
The teapot and cups I borrowed from Seol-ha.
Everyone carried stuff from their inventories, so we had every random item imaginable.
“I was only planning to escort you to the 50th floor and send you back. The upper floors seem a bit too dangerous for my young ladies to play around in.”
“From there the power difference becomes absolute. Whether you’re a hunter climbing the Tower, an NPC, or a monster—everyone’s different.”
“By the way, we haven’t done introductions yet. I’m Gam Dasan.”
“Ahn Gyeong-yang, guild master of the Joyful Hunter Life guild.”
“Cute nickname.”
“It’s my real name.”
“Glasses, Gyeong-yang, Ahn Gyeong-yang… it makes sense no matter how you read it! Seriously tricky name!”
“You don’t have to force the praise.”
Surrounded by virgins, drinking herbal tea.
This place is paradise.
“My personality isn’t usually like this, but I got cursed by the goddesses and went a little crazy. I’m climbing the Tower to lift the curse.”
“That awakening tip you posted in the Non-Awakened Gallery… was it serious?”
“Oh, you saw it. But don’t try it. Normal people usually die.”
“Thinking about it logically, it makes sense. But why call it a tip?”
“I can’t be the only one who gets screwed.”
“Huh?”
“My personality isn’t usually like this, but I got cursed by three goddesses. Oh my! My waist! I’m going to die because of the goddess’s curse!”
“So you really are an apostle of the goddesses?”
“If you’ve already read all my posts, hiding it doesn’t matter. As you can see, I’m an apostle of Aphrodite, Freyja, and Ishtar.”
“Ah, the posts insulting the goddesses were deleted, so I couldn’t see them.”
“Oh no, I made a mistake. Let’s keep this just between the two of us.”
“But your guild members heard everything.”
“Let’s keep it a secret just between our nine members.”
We were having a pleasant tea time when Ahn Gyeong-yang suddenly climbed onto the table.
And crawling forward like a fish, she reached me.
“Dasan-ssi, your lips are so pretty. Should we kiss?”
Oh no.
I’d slipped the mask to drink the tea and only half the hypnosis took hold.
Thankfully I hadn’t put the sunglasses down.
Slap!
I clapped to snap her out of it.
Fortunately, the incomplete hypnosis let her recover.
“As you can see, just showing your face is enough to hypnotize them.”
“So the guild members got hit by a random accident?”
“No. It was because I posted my anti-hero post online that I got hypnotized.”
“Can you let them go now? They seem like they’ve reflected enough.”
“Actually, I don’t know how to release them either.”
“I see. You said you awakened only a day ago?”
“It’s still far from 24 hours.”
“Oh.”
“Do you know any artifacts powerful enough to lift the goddess’s curse?”
“I don’t know any, but I know who would. Sergey Ivanovich, the S-rank hunter famous as the Collector.”
“How is a person’s name ‘gay-bitch’? Does ‘gay’ mean the gay category or something?”
“Wah. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
Ahn Gyeong-yang laughed like a female office worker forcing a smile in front of her boss.
“Then let’s go look for that gay-bitch. It was fun today. See you next time.”
I decided to return the cute pets to the guild.
Seol-ha, who sensed the farewell, approached and patted my cheek.
“Listen to the guild master and behave well.”
“Kiiing… nng…”
“If there’s a man around, shoot him with arrows and kill him.”
“Wait! Giving dangerous commands while in a hypnotic state—how do you do that?!”
“I’m serious, aren’t I?”
“You’re trying to make Seol-ha a murderer?!”
“The hunter world is ruthless. If you don’t mess with flowers that can’t be bent, you won’t fall off cliffs to die.”
“Dasan-ssi! Please! Restore my humanity!”
The fate of heroes is heavy.
So is the weight of the trials.
“But you forgot—you have to make the group chat, right?”
I borrowed the hunter community ID of the Artemis Priest Order and secured seven accounts total.
I also gained the community group chat inside the Joyful Hunter Life guild where the hunters listened to my orders.
Is this some kind of cabbage?
It was a dog-cabbage, lol.
I posted on a non-suspended account, then dropped coordinates in the group chat demanding a dog-cabbage.
The dog-cabbage rose instantly.
With 40 members in the group chat, we easily exceeded the 30-concept cutoff.
I always thought other people’s blabla posts easily hit the concept threshold, but why did mine get buried?
It turned out everyone secretly had their own group chats.
Verifying my long-suspected theory felt like a weight lifting off my chest.
I had become one of the dark rulers of the hunter community!
Then I posted a virgin-worship post and got blocked on the borrowed account too.
Administrator guy.
You dare block two of my accounts?
I’ll hunt you down.
I’ll find you and take care of you.
First I’ll solve the curse that’s rotting my brain.
Then I’ll rinse my throat and wait.