Being a Hunter Is Too Easy for a Former Necromancer - Chapter 11

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The Necromancer from My Past Life Finds Hunting Far Too Easy — Episode 11
“Here is your Hunter Registration Certificate.”
“Thank you.”
Park Il-sang walked out of the Hunter Association with the certificate in hand.
This time, he’d decided to visit somewhere with better food.
He headed toward the 3rd Grade Residential Zone.
This damnable country had stratified itself ruthlessly — unauthorized residents of the 5th Grade Zone couldn’t even set foot in the 4th Grade districts.
Now that Park Il-sang held a Hunter Registration Certificate, access to the 3rd Grade and above was within reach.
That’s what being a Hunter meant.
Life’s lottery ticket!
Though not just any lottery — one where you wagered your life.
He boarded the subway to the 3rd Grade Residential Zone dressed entirely in the Necromancer Set he’d crafted himself, accompanied by two Necro Guards (that’s what he’d named them) that he kept in a Corpse Box.
His appearance drew glances, yet no one paid him particular mind. Truth was, he wasn’t the only unusual sight.
Some were covered head to toe in cybernetic prosthetics; others floated atop hovering discs. The variety was staggering.
The station where he disembarked was Guro Station.
Unlike the past, it was now a 3rd Grade Residential area.
The districts close to the Han River were all 5th Grade zones now — Cheongdam, which supposedly commanded astronomical prices in the old days, had long since become a slum.
Well.
When the Han River became your defensive line, there was no helping it.
“Let’s see….”
He was about to exit the station when a security guard stopped him.
“Excuse me, sir. Just a moment.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll need to dismiss your summons before entering the zone.”
Park Il-sang’s eyes widened — he’d nearly forgotten.
That’s right.
From the 3rd Grade Residential Zone onward, you couldn’t bring summoned creatures around with you. Security was decent enough that it hardly mattered, but the rule was the rule.
“My apologies.”
Park Il-sang stowed the Necro Guards into the Corpse Box.
The guard’s eyes went wide watching him do it.
Leaving the astonished guard behind, Park Il-sang stepped out of the station.
“Wow….”
Just stepping into the 3rd Grade Residential Zone
was a first in his life.
He’d seen videos of it plenty of times before.
“The air is different….”
It truly was. Nothing like the stale, humid reek of Yeouido. How far away could it possibly be to feel this fresh?
The streets gleamed with cleanliness — incomparably so — and proper, well-maintained apartment complexes lined the avenues.
A place utterly beyond comparison to the 5th Grade zones.
This was the 3rd Grade Residential Zone.
After taking it all in for a moment,
Park Il-sang pulled out his phone and searched for restaurants.
“Pasta. Never had it before…. Is it good?”
There was a pasta restaurant nearby with high ratings and apparently excellent food.
He walked straight in. Fortunately, it was a weekday afternoon — two o’clock — so there was no line to wait through.
Despite his unusual attire (he’d stored the Necro Guards but kept his equipment on), no one gave him a second look.
A beautiful server approached and politely took his order.
“This is my first time having pasta. Do you have any recommendations?”
“If you enjoy spicy food, I’d suggest our Cheongyang Chili Rose Pasta. If you’d prefer something milder, the Mentaiko Carbonara Pasta is excellent.”
“I’ll have the Mentaiko Carbonara Pasta, and a New Cola to drink, please.”
“Certainly. I’ll place that order for you.”
After ordering,
he looked around. Clean, neatly dressed people were eating. Some appeared to be couples; others, like Park Il-sang, had that peculiar hunter’s look about them.
‘Hunters stand out wherever they go, don’t they.’
For a Hunter, equipment was vital — items that raised one’s capabilities significantly.
Remove them?
Not easy.
Really not easy.
For instance, suppose you had a few items that increased your Mana.
Taking them off created a sense of profound weakness.
Of course my Mana would decrease.
The Corpse Box works the same way.
There’s a reason it’s shaped like a backpack worn on the shoulders.
An unwavering resolve to carry it for all eternity!
That’s why it takes this form.
And at the same time, it’s the greatest weakness of any Necromancer.
Eventually, once I reach Arch Lich, I won’t need the Corpse Box anymore.
While I was thinking such things, the drink arrived.
New Cola was still imported from America, far across the sea.
Though Park Il-sang had heard it costs at least four times more than it did before this world came to be.
Domestic cola, by contrast, costs exactly a quarter of that price.
Well, the world didn’t collapse entirely—it half-collapsed, then stabilized into this current state, so naturally prices are what they are.
“Your food is ready.”
The server set down the Mentaiko Carbonara Pasta and disappeared. For Park Il-sang, it was his first time tasting this dish.
Even in the 5th Grade Residential Zone, there were pasta restaurants, but the prices there were steep too.
“I remember a similar dish from my past life… let me see. Slurp. Oh!”
Delicious!
The cream and mentaiko flavors blend beautifully, dancing across my palate!
Though it feels a bit rich, perhaps?
What does one do in this situation?
New Cola!
“Ahh…”
After a single sip.
Park Il-sang felt contentment wash over him.
Then he thought of his past life.
That world had collapsed not halfway, but utterly.
So even while alive, he’d never eaten anything decent.
After becoming an Arch Lich, he naturally couldn’t eat, so he never did.
In this life, poverty kept him from fine things as well….
Now the thought struck him that he should work hard to earn money and finally experience the pleasures he’d been denied.
“It’s good.”
Living is good.
Just the happiness of eating something this delicious alone—that’s enough for such joy.
“Check, please.”
He paid.
Then he decided to wander around the area near Guro Station. There was a park, the streets were clean, and he took a leisurely stroll before stopping at a convenience store to buy an ice cream.
Even the 5th Grade Residential Zone had convenience stores, but none were as open as this.
They had bars on the windows, and when you picked something out, the attendant inside would retrieve it for you and take your money—that’s how they operated.
As evening fell while I wandered, the sun began to set.
Park Il-sang decided to take the subway back to his quarters.
After all, he could move out of his residential zone anytime.
Now all that remained was the work of earning money.
So with a pleasant mood, heading home from Yeouido Station.
The streets were dark as evening had fallen.
Some of the streetlights were broken and dark, while others flickered on and off.
The atmosphere was so different it was almost laughable.
Still.
These were streets he’d lived on for a long time. He walked toward home with familiar ease.
And when he’d passed through several dim alleys.
Park Il-sang had to furrow his brow.
“Hey. You there. Stop.”
From front and back.
People appeared.
“Looks like business has been good lately?”
“How about donating some cash.”
“We all gotta help each other out, right~”
The 5th Grade Residential Zone was lawless.
So if you showed signs of having money, lowlifes like these would swarm around you.
Park Il-sang glanced at the flickering streetlight in the distance and sighed.
“Ha… today, really. I was in such a good mood. Such a good mood, and now… it’s all turned to shit.”
The conviction that life would only get better from here.
The visceral sense of it. The good feeling.
All of that had been thrown into the garbage.
“Now that I think about it, maybe this happened because I didn’t summon the Necro Guard.”
When he’d returned from Guro-dong, he’d forgotten to unsummon the Necro Guard and come back empty-handed.
Perhaps that was why this had happened to him.
Thinking such thoughts,
he activated the skill.
It was nothing complicated.
He’d simply activated Life Drain.
“What the hell are you saying?”
“You can’t read the situation? Hand over everything, or I’ll—ah, ahhhhhhh!”
“Ow, owwwww!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Whether they were street punks, yakuza from this neighborhood, or just common murderous thieves, the figures who’d appeared before and behind him now writhed on the ground, screaming in agony.
Having your life force continuously siphoned away brought excruciating pain.
They simply couldn’t endure that suffering.
The vitality flowed into Park Il-sang’s body, filling it to the brim, and whatever excess remained was pulled into the Corpse Box.
“Ah… what a waste. Such a waste.”
He approached one of the writhing bodies.
“Why’d you have to show up at such a bad time? It would’ve been perfect if you’d come when I was making the Life Vessel.”
“P-please! Hnngh… stop it! Make it stop!”
“If you could stop it just by asking, I wouldn’t have started it in the first place. Tsk. Such wretched lives being squandered like this—it’s truly lamentable.”
That was the truth of it.
Park Il-sang was genuinely grieved.
Life force was a precious resource, but he had no container for it right now.
The Corpse Box was already full. Park Il-sang himself had no wounds to heal. What he really needed in a situation like this was the Life Vessel item—
but he hadn’t crafted one yet.
In other words,
their life force was being uselessly scattered into the ether.
“In my previous life, something like this would never have happened.”
Back then, he had to account for every scrap of energy—to prevent the world’s destruction, to fight the Demon King, to make every resource count.
“Tch. Can’t be helped.”
“You… you ba… bastard…”
And then,
all of those who had ambushed Park Il-sang were dead.
He searched through the bodies’ pockets, and glancing around the area, he sensed observers watching the scene from the darkness.
But he didn’t care.
This was the 5th Grade Residential Zone.
Police were present in name, but they didn’t lift a finger for something like this.
What truly controlled this district was an assortment of crime syndicates.
Cash. Weapons. And cybernetic limbs—arms and legs—he stripped away and pocketed whatever he could.
All of it was money.
Organs were good profit too, but his hands were already full carrying what he’d taken.
Park Il-sang summoned two Necro Guards
and left the scene.
He didn’t need to see the neighborhood residents creeping out of the darkness, raising their blades to claim what remained—he already knew they would.
Slicing open bellies.
Harvesting organs to sell.
But it was none of his concern.
It happened all the time in this place.

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