How to Seduce S-Class Hunters with Bungeoppang - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1
A fissure tore across the sky. We called it a “Gate,” and from within it poured forth monsters beyond imagination.
People trembled in fear. Guns, tanks, the science we had painstakingly built over centuries—none of it mattered against these creatures. Cities crumbled, and countless lives were lost.
And from that chaos, someone gained sudden power. They were called “Awakened” or “Hunters,” becoming humanity’s sole defense against the monsters that threatened our existence.
At first, naturally, everyone dreamed of awakening. I thought, why not become a Hunter myself? But most ended up failing spectacularly.
However, I, Jung Ha-neul—26 years old, unemployed—was fortunate enough to awaken!
The only problem was my ability…
“I’ll take one red bean and one cream pastry, please!”
“Of course! One moment~!”
Infinite labor…
“I’ll have one red bean and two cream pastries.”
“The cream ones will take a moment!”
That was the issue.
You’re probably wondering why I’m suddenly talking about pastries when discussing awakening…
This story actually begins about three months earlier.
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“So this is the end…”
I murmured softly, gazing around the empty shop.
Today was the day I would close my parents’ beloved shop, which had stood here for over thirty years.
“It’s ending so… meaninglessly.”
I ran my fingers across the wooden table, scarred by countless years, and bit my lip.
Five years since my parents passed. I had struggled alone to preserve the shop they left behind…
‘You’re telling me to leave just like that? This is insane!’
‘That’s how it is. Clear out as soon as possible!’
The Building Owner had appeared at the shop one day and summoned me. Her daughter wanted to run a business here, she said. I had to leave.
“…I was just starting to earn the neighborhood regulars’ trust.”
I was finally beginning to match my mother’s touch with the recipes.
Why was the world so cruel to me? As if losing my entire family to the Gate disaster wasn’t enough, now they were taking away the one thing I had left. The injustice burned.
I buried my face in my knees and wept. I wanted to give up on everything. Just…
Then,
“You there, do you need my help, meow?”
A child’s voice suddenly echoed through the space.
A child visiting at this hour? And the shop door was locked? The moment I realized something was wrong, goosebumps crawled up my neck.
“W-who are you?”
“If I grant your wish, will you help me, meow?”
No matter how much I looked around, I couldn’t locate the source of the voice.
A ghost? No, that’s ridiculous. But…
—Flash!
In that instant, lightning blazed across the clear sky, casting a long shadow on the floor.
Following that shadow, I slowly lifted my head…
“…A cat?”
There stood the Tricolor Fat Cat, easily twice the size of any ordinary feline.
“Don’t you wish to reclaim this Shop, hmm?”
“…Our Shop?”
“Help me, and I shall grant your wish. Then I can make this Shop yours once more, meow.”
A wish. I turned slowly to survey the Shop around me. The familiar sights I’d known since childhood came into focus.
“Really… can you truly grant my wish?”
“Of course, meow. Anything is possible, so long as it doesn’t defy causality, meow!”
The cat spoke with absolute confidence, its gaze fixed upon me.
Yes. This Shop—my parents had run it since before I was born. If I could only reclaim it….
“What exactly do I need to help you with?”
“Hmm, now we’re getting somewhere, meow. But first, a little sting, meow!”
The cat leaped from the chair and struck my forehead with a soft paw—thwack.
Ow! Caught completely off guard, I clutched my brow as my vision suddenly spun wildly.
‘Ugh! M-my head feels like it’s splitting open.’
Fighting the terrible dizziness, I gripped the table and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes now and look ahead, meow. Quickly!”
Pressed by the urgency, I carefully lifted my eyelids.
And what appeared before me was….
Congratulations! Jung Ha-neul!
You have been chosen by @%@asj@*$@!
Check Rank ⇒
Check Skills ⇒
Go to My Shop ⇒
A blue window I’d never seen before, yet somehow achingly familiar.
“I’ve… I’ve awakened?”
Rank! What’s my rank?
I frantically tapped “Check Rank.” And immediately despaired.
“F-rank…?”
I’d awakened, yes—but as the weakest possible, no different from an ordinary person!
And worse,
“Wait. Something’s wrong here.”
I stared at the translucent blue window hovering before my eyes.
Chosen by @%@asj@*$@? The characters appeared corrupted, garbled.
As I gazed suspiciously at the window, the cat beside me spoke in a flat tone.
“You’ve awakened through my choice. You’re hardly the same as other humans, meow.”
“You’re the one who awakened me?”
“Yes. Didn’t you say you’d help me, meow?”
When did I ever agree to help you? I only asked what you needed help with!
I glared at the cat in utter bewilderment.
“You say you need power? And you only awakened me as an F-rank!”
“Grand power isn’t necessary, meow. What you must do is deliver ‘blessings’ to humans, meow.”
“Blessings? Like some kind of baptism?”
The Cat regarded me with pity for a moment before beginning the explanation.
In essence, blessings meant my own power, and I would create a medium to contain those blessings and distribute them to people.
“So what’s this medium supposed to be?”
“Food, meow.”
“Food? The kind I know? The kind you eat with your mouth?”
“Well, what else would it be, meow?”
No, I understand that, but… it just seems strange.
Who delivers blessings through food? Do people receive blessings just by eating?
As I grumbled, a sudden thought made me clamp my mouth shut. Now that I thought about it, I no longer had a shop where I could make food.
“But I don’t even have a shop anymore. Where am I supposed to make food?”
“Hmph, did you think I wouldn’t prepare that too, meow?”
“You prepared a location? Where?”
The Cat, looking confident, told me to check my status window.
Status window? Could it be this? I stared at the suspicious text glimmering below.
“…Go directly to my shop?”
The moment I muttered those words, my vision rippled and the ground beneath me gave way with a sickening lurch.
“KYAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”
When I opened my eyes, I found myself on an unfamiliar street. No pedestrians passed by, only a few streetlights casting a dim glow.
Barely regaining my composure, I whipped my head around, surveying the surroundings. Beyond the large building visible across the way, there was nothing of note.
“There’s nothing around here. How am I supposed to run a business?”
The most important thing in business was location, and the second was the business model itself.
A station area, or at minimum a school or workplace nearby—that’s what you needed for any business to succeed. Remarkably, this place had none of that.
And that building across the street…
“Isn’t that the Hunter Management Bureau? Making food here? Absolutely not.”
I made an X with my arms and shook my head firmly.
Awakened ones—Hunters—had a serious problem. As a side effect of awakening, they lost the ability to taste properly. The higher the rank, the worse it became, or so I’d heard.
Giving food to people who can’t taste anything? That was absurd.
“Let’s go somewhere else. I know an amazing location that would be a goldmine if we opened there.”
“Another location? It must be here, meow!”
“If we do this here, we’ll definitely fail! You said I need to give out blessings!”
The Cat shook its head firmly, insisting this was the optimal location. A strong resolve not to compromise was evident.
“I really don’t care if we go bankrupt.”
Blessings or whatever… once there are no customers, reality will set in. I gave up trying to persuade and looked around.
Now that I thought about it, I’d come here by calling out “go directly to my shop,” but I couldn’t see anything that resembled a shop.
“But where’s the shop? There’s nothing here.”
“Look over there, meow.”
The Cat stretched out its front paw, pointing across the street. Only then did I notice something wrapped tightly in a tarp on the other side of the road.
“Is this supposed to be a shop?”
As I cautiously drew closer, a crumbling street stall came into view—the kind that looked ready to collapse at the slightest touch.
The crude green canvas was faded and discolored, while the wooden planks visible on the exterior were half-destroyed.
“…We don’t call this a shop. We call it garbage.”
“Garbage? That’s harsh!”
The harsh part wasn’t my words—it was the actual state of the shop.
Would it even pass a sanitation inspection…?

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