I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75. Approaching Malice
After a long absence, I returned home, quickly washed up, put on the mask the Branch Director had given me last time, threw on some clothes, and immediately headed to the Black Market through the portal installed in the underground.
Today only a small auction was being held, selling items of low grades that opened every day, and since I had already experienced it once, I had no desire to experience it again, so I went straight to the Boss’s Office.
“Welcome. The Boss has been waiting for you very eagerly. You can go right in.”
The Secretary who greeted me today guided me inside without contacting me separately this time.
The moment I entered the Guild Master’s office and caught Seo Ye-rin’s eye, she jumped up and rushed toward me.
“Sit over there.”
She even used a command spell to make me sit on the sofa, handed me a drink, sat across from me, and looked at me with an uncomfortable gaze.
“Is something the matter?”
At my words, Seo Ye-rin looked at me with eyes that seemed to say, “You’re asking that?” before licking a candy and falling silent.
And less than a minute later, the Branch Director came rushing into the Boss’s Office in a hurry. He had run over in confusion at the sudden summons, but stopped short upon seeing the peaceful atmosphere of the office.
“You’ve arrived.”
“It’s been a while.”
“It seems you went into the Abyss and came back? I was quite startled since you didn’t answer calls and weren’t at the Mansion either.”
“Yes, well. I’m a Hunter after all. The Abyss is a place where I can grow far faster than on Earth.”
More stages, countless Quests, and opponents to compete against—in many ways, the Abyss is indeed more suited for growth than Dungeons.
Well, ultimately, Dungeons themselves, except for some special cases, are mostly created by the Abyss anyway.
In any case, I’m beginning to get a sense of what happened. If the Branch Director came all the way to my house, it must be about the auction. It’s not a problem in itself—the problem is that it went too successfully.
And with the appearance of 100% pure Mithril, the customers must have erupted in tremendous cheers. As expected.
“Mithril. Phew~~. That’s causing us headaches again. Do you know how much it sold for?”
“Well. Wouldn’t it be around several hundred billion?”
Truly, to speak of several hundred billion so casually now—it’s quite moving. I almost feel like I should bow to the power of the Golden Tower.
The value I had estimated was slightly higher than Golden. Since it was a material item, despite being lower in grade relative to its value, it was Ancient-SS rank—a full two tiers higher than Golden, which was Ancient-S+ rank.
At my words, the Branch Director shook his head as if he still didn’t understand the severity of the situation and answered.
“1.89 trillion.”
This time, I couldn’t help but be shocked. What madman would pour out that much money just to buy a single material item?
Even for the greatest noble families, spending over a trillion is an enormous expense. I’m an exception since I’ve accumulated vast wealth through abnormal items, but even for an SS-rank Hunter, earning money in the trillions requires years of time.
Well, if you’re lucky enough to pull one jackpot item, you can obtain it easily, but luck doesn’t come around that often. Usually, if you experience it once in a lifetime, that’s already experiencing great fortune.
“Who made the bid?”
“The world’s greatest blacksmith and the only non-combat SS-rank Hunter, Geum Cheon. He purchased it.”
One of only three SS-rank Hunters in China, and the man who has achieved the greatest success in popularity, power, and wealth.
“Then he would certainly be able to spend that much money. He’s said to possess 10% of China’s wealth. For 100% pure Mithril, it wouldn’t be strange even if he rushed at it with eyes wide open.”
He is a blacksmith. A blacksmith who has awakened the Legendary-grade profession. Another reason he is famous is because of his numbered items. 101 items bearing the name Geum Cheon. Each one boasts tremendous value and possesses at least Hero-grade or higher-ranked artifacts.
Naturally, whenever a numbered item is released, Hunters from all over the world come to him with bags full of money, which was only natural in a sense. Beyond money, since he is a man who creates what they all desire, his popularity has risen beyond imagination.
‘In the future, he will eventually create a Legend-grade artifact.’
It was even extensively reported in Korea. Geum Cheon NO. 0—Furious Dragon Divine Sword [Legend-C+].
This sword, made from the bones and skin heart of the Flame Dragon-Lakers killed in America, was a mad blade that literally contained the fury of a dragon within it.
The sword’s greatest ability was naturally the ability to use Breath, a unique ability of dragons. And it could directly recreate some of the power the Flame Dragon possessed.
Most importantly, the Flame Dragon’s consciousness dwelt within it, so when chosen as its owner, a Quest would appear allowing one to inherit its knowledge and power.
Though the sword was commissioned by the United States itself, it was ultimately chosen not by an American, but by a low-rank Hunter from Brazil.
It’s said that Hwaryong personally selected him after witnessing his tremendous magical talent, and well, he eventually immigrated to America upon receiving the Divine Sword, grew rapidly under state affiliation and massive support.
‘I think I saw an article about him taking the SS-rank exam before I regressed.’
In any case, given the man he is, he would naturally covet pure mithril, which could be considered equivalent to the byproducts of Hwaryong, a legendary-tier calamity-class monster.
He’d want to purchase it immediately and craft new items.
‘And he’s currently in a slump.’
He hasn’t cleared the secondary job quest granted at level 100—the one demanding he craft even a single legendary-tier artifact.
“That’s the problem.”
My thoughts were interrupted by the Branch Director’s words.
“Everyone’s demanding we produce more mithril. At this rate, we might actually face a strike.”
I chuckled at that. His anxious face, trembling at the mere possibility of running out of mithril—it was hilarious.
“There’s plenty. Plenty indeed, so don’t worry. We won’t lack mithril or Golden. And I think we’ll be able to unveil something new soon.”
At my words, the Branch Director and Seo Ye-rin exhaled in relief, yet couldn’t help but be astonished.
“Anyway, I came today because I need something and wanted to ask for a favor.”
I pulled ten pieces of mithril from my inventory and handed them to Seo Ye-rin.
“I need eleven unique-tier magic items and eleven unique-tier holy power items each—twenty-two total.”
At my words, both of them tilted their heads before furrowing their brows slightly.
“Right. Now. Don’t. Have. That. Many.”
“I understand. I’m not asking you to acquire them immediately, but to gather them to match that number. I’ll buy everything you have at double price.”
Both nodded at my words. Holy power items were manageable, but magic items were rare enough that collecting inventory would take time.
‘I could acquire holy power items from Miracle Guild.’
But that guild was entangled with countless people’s interests and stakes, making it bothersome. Even purchasing a skill book seemed like it would require endless meetings.
Since I still had a long way to go before collecting all the wings, there was no rush. What was urgent now was opening four wings.
“Fortunately, we have five holy power items remaining in the warehouse. We do have magic items, but… they’re epic-tier items we’ve reserved for the next major auction. Would epic-tier work?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll buy them all.”
It was wasteful, but opening the wings faster was more important. Money no longer stirred much emotion in me. Spending another billion or so wasn’t even a loss.
The Branch Director left to gather the items, and I watched Seo Ye-rin sipping her drink with a candy in her mouth.
“Do you have something to say?”
At my question, Seo Ye-rin finally removed the candy from her mouth and spoke.
“You. Grudge. Who?”
My brow furrowed slightly. Someone held a grudge against me? Was it Moon Kang-un, who fled and hasn’t been caught yet?
“Me?”
“Yes. Grudge. Tracking. Stigma. Curse. Ma-in.”
My frown deepened. Had those insectile human traitors already identified and begun tracking me?
“Erase it.”
The moment Seo Ye-rin’s word-spell was uttered, her mana swept across my body.
Simultaneously.
-Kiiiieeeeek!!!!
The form of a magic creature that had been concealing its existence and clinging to my hair shrieked and vanished.
I was startled. It had already been attached to my body?
When? I didn’t need to ask—the only time I’d made contact with a magic creature was when I killed that Ma-in bastard.
‘Is this the work of a demon?’
Ma-in was in no position to do anything to me. If he had done something, there was no way I wouldn’t know about it.
“Already. Specific. Attack. Ma-in.”
“You’ve checked both his residence and here, then. The Black Market should be fine, but his house is a problem….”
Everything hinged on how powerful a demon would send how powerful a Ma-in. A sigh escaped me unbidden. I shook my head and gathered my items before returning to the Mansion.
If there was nothing I could do anyway, I had no choice but to face it boldly. Besides, Misfortune had exhausted all its power awakening Azazel, so it certainly wouldn’t be able to open its eyes for some time.
‘This might be worth trying.’
With that thought, I fully activated all four wings I had obtained from Gold Ring and waited for my enemy.
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“Young Master. I’m coming in for a moment.”
The main residence of Changsung Group. The Secretary knocked on a door and entered.
The room was in complete disarray. Traces of destruction and reckless power discharge were scattered everywhere—a cauldron of chaos.
“Are you alright?”
To the Secretary’s question, the room’s owner, Lee Ji-yong, answered with gleaming eyes and a voice dripping with killing intent.
“Do I look alright?”
“My apologies. I will order the room cleaned immediately.”
The Secretary bowed, attending to the young man who hadn’t even lived half his own years. After a formal apology, he retrieved a tablet from his pocket and opened the investigation results.
And he hesitated for a moment, looking at Lee Ji-yong.
‘Should I really give him this?’
Lee Ji-yong had conspired with a Scouter named Moon Kang-un to terrorize the Association. More precisely, he had intended to kill a mere boy named Shin Ju-ha, but things had ended up that way regardless.
It had been a mistake to order his subordinates to support that Scouter bastard with anything he needed and then step back. He had never imagined the lunatic would do something so insane.
If it had succeeded, it wouldn’t have mattered, but it failed. The Association Chairman had revealed an incredible item called the Restraint Stone and declared an open confrontation with crime, causing his approval ratings to skyrocket. Shin Ju-ha had spent time in the Hospital but survived without major issues.
Moreover, he had discovered who sent the assassin and that the mastermind was Lee Ji-yong himself, using it to blackmail his grandfather.
And this was an incident his grandfather couldn’t handle no matter what. It was far too significant.
It violated the implicit agreement those at the top had made—not to encroach on each other’s domains.
There was nothing to say, no justification for retaliation. In the end, his grandfather had to make many concessions to the Association.
That anger was directed entirely at Lee Ji-yong. However, the primary cause of that anger wasn’t the Association terrorism issue.
Shin Ju-ha. That vermin of a brat had been touched. In truth, Lee Ji-yong didn’t know what grudge his grandfather held against Shin Ju-ha, nor did he understand the enormous interests entangled with him.
Because of this, the boy, who had been scolded by his grandfather for the first time over just some commoner bastard, had gone completely berserk.
“Report everything about Shin Ju-ha without missing a single detail. I will definitely kill that bastard!”
The Secretary sighed inwardly and handed the tablet to Lee Ji-yong.
‘It’s about time I retired.’
He thought to himself that once this was over, he would quit this damn job.
“Shin Ju-ha returned from the Abyss a few days ago, visited the Miracle Guild for a secret conversation with Guild Master Ki So-young, stopped by the Black Market, and has been holed up at his residence for days without going outside.”
“Is that all?”
Of course not. He hadn’t reported the truly important information. But the Secretary’s lips wouldn’t open easily.
If this information got tangled the wrong way, it wouldn’t end with just a scolding.
“Speak quickly!”
Displeased with the Secretary’s hesitation, Lee Ji-yong grabbed his throat and squeezed hard.
“Gasp…A Ma-in! Some kind of Ma-in is monitoring Shin Ju-ha!”
In the end, the Secretary had no choice but to reveal the fact he had been trying to conceal.

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