A S-Class Hunter With Great Agility - Chapter 27
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Chapter 27: Helena Shop (2)
“You want me to bring the materials?”
“Yes, that’s right! Actually, material costs are the biggest expense in potion making. If we exclude just the material costs, the price becomes much cheaper. It’s practically free!”
“What a thorough business strategy…”
“Pardon?”
“Oh, nothing.”
So to summarize, it means they leave material procurement to the customer, and instead only charge a crafting fee to make the potion. On the surface, it seems like a great idea.
The problem is that it makes even hunters who don’t have money right now open their wallets…
I was tempted too. I’m on the verge of falling for it. Is this how everyone becomes a debtor?
“How much does it reduce the cost?”
“It depends on the grade, but we can cut it down from half to even three-quarters off.”
“…What types of materials are needed?”
I’m just checking this out, just this.
“Wow, it’s cheap, so cheap! Just, absolutely only one thing. Monster Magic Stones are all you need!”
“Is that really all it takes?”
“Yes. That’s right. Potions are originally made by grinding Magic Stones. In other words! The Magic Stones you bring are the potions, tomorrow’s lifeline.”
…That’s not bad?
‘No, this really isn’t bad at all.’
It’s reasonable. I thought it was a business strategy to empty the wallets of hunters who have no money. But thinking about it again, this was practically a welfare benefit for hunters who have no money but still need to enter dungeons.
Compared to the Association President’s incomprehensible requests or the damn System Quest, this was a very reasonable proposal.
I instantly became like someone who gets mesmerized watching home shopping and makes an order call.
“On top of that! I boast the finest crafting skills in the country— so I can provide you with the best products at very affordable prices.”
I had directly confirmed the effects of potions.
Of course, it was probably because it was a top-grade Mana Recovery Potion costing tens of millions of won each, but I had experienced my stats rising tremendously the moment I drank it.
Moreover, my skill consumes an enormous amount of mana.
If there were no potions or healers in a life-or-death moment.
‘Death from mana shortage…’
That would be a really pathetic end. I shook my head.
Of course, potions are items with poor cost-effectiveness. Even with my shallow hunter knowledge, I could tell that if you cleared dungeons while using tons of potions, the losses would be greater than the profits.
However, if you stock up one or two bottles and drink them when your life is hanging by a thread, there’s no more effective item than that.
It didn’t take long for me to make up my mind.
“I’ll buy it.”
Kim Bok-soon’s expression brightened.
I was confident that this was a conclusion I had reached rationally through my own judgment, and that I definitely hadn’t fallen for business tactics like convenience store 2+1 events.
Really.
* * *
Please come again—!
Kim Bok-soon was very kind. Even if it was a customer who had rubbed her the wrong way by calling her real name at first meeting, if they purchased products, everything was okay.
The custom potion crafting application was simple. You set a date, and if you bring Magic Stones to the shop by then, they return them as completed potions.
I ended up scribbling my signature on the application.
“Now it’s back to dungeons again…”
To get Magic Stones, I had no choice but to head to dungeons.
I glanced at the weapon tied to my waist. The scabbard decorated with oriental-style gold patterns gave off a stylish atmosphere.
‘…Spirit General Sword.’
Ritual implements used when receiving the General God.
In the present day when shamanic beliefs have been almost completely forgotten, there was no way such an item that’s hard to see even in reality would have popped out of a dungeon.
‘There’s something I don’t know.’
I keep getting a strange feeling. A feeling that everything seems like coincidence, yet strangely doesn’t seem like coincidence.
Shing.
I slightly drew the sword from its scabbard to check the silver blade and put it back in.
The sensation in my hands was frighteningly familiar.
“Maybe I’m just being overly self-conscious.”
When you do shaman work for a long time, you start worrying about all sorts of things. I moved my steps, hoping I could slay more monsters with this sword.
‘First, I need to find a dungeon I can enter.’
Even if not specifically to get Magic Stones, I need to enter dungeons indiscriminately anyway. All of them, as long as I can preserve my life.
That’s the only way to quickly raise the completion rate of the Main Quest.
Wearing combat suits, buying weapons, making potions. Everything had one goal.
I looked up at the Status Window.
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To enter dungeons without a guild, you usually apply for parties on the internet.
‘But I don’t have a computer at home.’
You’d normally have at least one computer, even if it’s over 10 years old, but there’s no way the Shaman House would have such a thing.
I only know how to make calls and send texts on my cell phone…
So the place I chose was the reading room of the neighborhood library.
The next day, when the sun was shining brightly. When everyone was devoted to studying.
I had become a strange person with a suspicious weapon at my waist, clicking away at a computer.
‘There are more than I thought.’
When I scrolled down on the site I had barely managed to search for with help, I saw more diverse Gate information than expected.
‘Mostly D-rank or E-rank.’
It seemed like guilds had already swept up the Gates of higher ranks. They said higher-level dungeons belonged to guilds unless it was a special case.
‘The ranks are lower than I thought…’
With the lowest-grade magic stones, I could only make low-grade potions.
Since I’d be going through the trouble of procuring materials to make potions, I hoped they’d be useful.
<Yeo~su night sea~ Looking for E-rank magic type ∂∇
‘There are some strange ones too.’
I clicked the mouse a bit more. I limited the area to around here and pressed the refresh button.
‘This one looks good?’
Around the middle of the list was one recruitment post that met the conditions.
— Found a Gate with canceled guild reservation with difficulty. Looking for combat types (magic possible) and Healer for today 5 PM.
Please apply to the email below.
‘Perfect.’
I made my decision immediately. Right now when I didn’t know when the Association President’s request would come, something like this that could be resolved quickly and wasn’t too dangerous in rank would be good.
Whatever field they were recruiting for, I could match it.
I immediately opened email. It was a system I’d only used a few times in my life so I fumbled around, but soon found the compose button.
Name, Eun Hae-dam… Age twenty… Type is combat for now. Dungeon experience O.
Rank tem…porary B-rank…
I can’t even type 200 characters per minute. I typed it out with hunt-and-peck and smiled proudly.
Click.
Press the send button. Okay.
‘This is working out easier than expected?’
Now I just need to go to the meeting place on time. I was about to get up from my seat.
Screech.
An accident occurred at the same time I pulled the chair.
“Whoa!”
Crash bang clatter.
“Huh?”
I used 2 seconds to assess the situation.
Blink. When I blinked once, one person who had fallen forward came into my view.
It seemed like they had tripped over the chair I pushed.
“Um, excuse me. Are you okay?”
There were scattered books all around. Several people’s gazes were also fixed on us.
I hurriedly reached out my hand to the man who had fallen.
“Ah…! I’m fine! I made a mistake. Haha…”
The man rubbed the back of his head and grabbed my hand to stand up.
He was a young man with disheveled light brown hair and freckles.
His impression visible through his glasses was very kind.
“No. Let me help you.”
After that, I bent down and started picking up the books the man had dropped.
‘They’re all books related to Hunters?’
The Identity of Dungeons, What Are Guilds… The Secret of Monster High Orcs… Hunter History…
“Ah, I’ll pick them up!”
The man also bent down and hurriedly picked up books. Thick books piled up one by one.
He’s going to read all of these…?
It was a sight that would only appear in comics. Now you could barely see the man’s face.
He gave his thanks from behind the pile.
“Th, thank you.”
I had to make considerable effort to meet his eyes to receive that greeting. Who on earth carries around so many books like that?
“Um, well.”
“Are you… a Hunter?”
The man asked, apparently having noticed the sword at my waist.
“Ah, ah yes. That’s right.”
It was my first time introducing myself as a Hunter, so a somewhat awkward response slipped out.
It was my first time introducing myself as a hunter, so a somewhat awkward response came out.
Then the man made an impressed expression (though it wasn’t clearly visible) and said excitedly.
“…?”
“Of course…! It’s only natural when you’re carrying a weapon like that.”
I could only manage an awkward smile at the incongruity of the image.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I talked too much about unnecessary things. Well, thank you. I’ll be going now.”
“Yes, yes!”
That looks really precarious…
‘Not that it’s my concern though.’
Swaying back and forth, he crosses the library with books stacked almost to his head, making them bob around.
‘Not that it matters.’
Swaying unsteadily, crossing the library with books stacked almost to head height wobbling precariously.
I glanced at him briefly and then turned my back.
In the distance, a dark black Gate swayed ominously. Around it, several Hunters were preparing their equipment.
‘A little over ten people?’
Since this wasn’t an elite assault team from the same guild like Choi Yu-il’s party, there were more people than that.
I also quietly examined my own outfit.
“Hmm. Is this okay?”
It was still awkward, but I couldn’t just let such good equipment sit unused, so this was my decision.
What was mainly visible were middle-aged hunters carrying old weapons on their backs. They were all wearing their respective combat gear.
I also glanced down at my own outfit.
“Ahem. Are you okay.”
I gently touched the scabbard that matched such combat attire.
“Now what should I do…”
As I looked around again.
“Huh?”
A familiar face caught my eye among the scenery.
“Eh, you! What’s this?”
It was a boy wearing a white hood. With sky-blue hair.
“Huh?”
A familiar face caught my eye among the scenery.
“Huh, dude! What’s that?”
It was a boy wearing a white hoodie. With sky-blue hair.
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