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[Official] SSS-Class Hunter Kang Minsu Fan Cafe - The Disguised Part-Timer's Double Life
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“Holy shit...”
I gasped. The profile pic was insane.
A screencap from yesterday's dungeon: the hidden boss, the corrupted knight, kneeling before me. Masterfully photoshopped onto my convenience store uniform from who-knows-where. Title: Master of Light and Shadow.
Mesmerized, I tapped the best posts board.
📌 BEST POST
[Analysis] Kang Minsu Hunter's Pre-Battle Signs Compiled.txt
Author: HunterMastersDegree
Watched the streams and analyzed behavior patterns. Everyone read this.
Steps forward with right foot first → Battle mode ON.
Hidden boss screencap shows he steps back half a pace with right foot first, dominating space.
Scratches back of neck with left hand → Hidden quest or danger detected.
Goblin horde right before they appeared, he scratched his neck on cam. Then they pissed off and fled.
Sighs deeply like the ground's caving in → Annoyed at trash mobs, unleashes AoE intimidation.
The comments were pure worship.
— Anon
Chills. I saw the neck scratch too.
— Anon
Every unconscious move is calculated. As expected.
— Anon
lolol Watching for right foot next stream.
“I'm gonna lose it, seriously...”
I pressed my forehead. My palm was sweaty.
Right foot first? Just my habitual limp. Neck scratch? Mosquito bite itch.
The sigh? Because my life's pathetic!
But these lunatics were mythologizing every pathetic tic of mine.
If I picked my nose, they'd say it was unclogging my mana circuits.
“Welcome.”
The door chimed as a customer entered.
I shoved my phone in my pocket.
A young guy in a deep-brimmed cap scanned the shelves, grabbed a drink, and approached the counter.
“1,200 won.”
I scanned it and stated the price. He handed over his card, eyes flicking to my name tag.
[Kang Minsu]
His eyes widened. Then he grabbed my hand.
“Gasp! You're really Hunter Kang Minsu, right?!”
“Pardon? Ah, well... that's me, but...”
“I'm a fan! I admire you so much!”
“I joined the fan cafe too! C-can I just... shake your hand...!”
He pumped my hand furiously.
I stammered in shock, too flustered to pull away.
“Ah, y-yes. Th-thank you.”
He backed away, abandoning the drink, bowed 90 degrees, and bolted out.
“Your drink... you should take...”
My voice didn't reach his retreating back.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
Viewers are moved by your 'magnanimous' demeanor.
— Anon(112.33)
Wtf was that lolol Fan meet during clerk shift lolol
— Anon(58.72)
Just gave away the drink. Flex maxed.
— Anon(203.91)
lololol Murder aura at jerks, mercy to fans.
“No... I just missed the timing to stop him in panic...”
I faceplanted on the empty counter. Even the neighborhood folks were recognizing me now. My humble disguise gig—my side hustle for survival—was crumbling.
11 PM. The relief clerk arrived, freeing me at last.
Shambling home. Night air chilled my skin, but my head burned hot.
What if dungeon assignment hits tomorrow?
What if they send me to a C-class one?
What if they find out I'm really just a porter?
No, the real problem is if they DON'T find out. Keep getting misunderstood, meet something stronger than a hidden boss, and I'm dead—no bones left.
Heart heavy, I unlocked my studio door.
Flipped the light, flopped on the bed as usual.
Then my pocket phone buzzed short.
A text.
Sender: Saebom Bank
3,200 won deposited to Kang Minsu account. Memo: Stream donation settlement
“Huh? What's this?”
I bolted upright. 3,200 won?
Saebom Bank was my main account. But stream donations? From ViewStream?
ViewStream was the streaming platform name.
I'd never streamed there. Never linked an account.
I glared at the blue window before me.
Tiny heart icon at the top of chat.
— Anon(58.72)
Coffee on me lol
— Anon(112.33)
Felt bad for that onigiri munch, tossed 1k.
Insane.
Those 'donation emojis' they'd spam in chat for fun... were hitting my actual bank as cash.
Hands shaking, I opened the banking app.
Balance check.
3,200 won increase.
Real.
This unidentified system wasn't a hallucination or mana glitch.
It hacked into the real-world banking network and deposited actual money.
“Deposit... error?”
I muttered blankly.
But too precise—the exact amounts they mentioned.
Hold on.
Then.
Where did this money come from?
7,500 viewers.
One of them sent pocket change as a joke, and it stamped my account.
“Gasp.”
My own thought shocked me; I clapped a hand over my mouth.
Dungeon pay risking life: 200k per day.
But an unknown window hacks banks and injects cash.
Joy didn't come first.
Terror hit instead.
If I accept this, am I in deeper?
My heart pounded wildly.
Pure fear.
Scarier because I needed the money.
— Anon(203.91)
Why'd his face suddenly brighten?
— Analyst
Mana circuit opening sign. Pupils dilate, breathing roughens. Something big tomorrow.
— Moneybug
Fun stream tomorrow? 100k donation lolol
100k won!
Seeing those digits twisted my gut first.
“Don't. Seriously don't.”
I muttered hoarsely.
If that cash really lands, I can't pretend this window's a glitch anymore.
The more I prove I'm a pathetic F-class, the weirder they'll twist it.
“Just stay quiet. Don't get more tangled.”
I clenched then released my fist.
Making resolutions scared me more.
Red overdue notice on the fridge. Mom's hospital bill flashed first.
Back rent, cup ramen survival—100k wasn't small in my shitty life.
That's why I hated it.
Needed the money.
Needed it so bad I couldn't run.
I refreshed the banking app again.
3,200 won unchanged.
That tiny sum stuck longer than any dungeon boss.
I went to delete the alert, then stopped.
Deleting felt like erasing proof.
Like losing evidence if someone later asks why I took it.
My finger froze on screen.
Mom's hospital bill resurfaced in my mind.
I needed money. True.
That's why I wanted to flee more.
I knew too well: the money you need most grabs your ankle hardest.
Bitter taste filled my mouth.
For a long, long time.
Endlessly.
