S-Classes That I Raised to Devour - Chapter 107

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Episode 107. Why You Must Be Careful of Rabbits (2)
Kang Yuri’s camera zoomed out from the hail of arrows and the Elk, then zoomed in on Eun Myeo’s face.
Caught in the ambush, Eun Myeo showed neither surprise nor fear.
Instead, with an expression of indifference, she raised the Plasma Dagger.
Shiiiiik!
A blue line traced through the air with the sound of steam.
The Plasma Blade Strike incinerated the arrows and pierced through the charging Elk.
The Elks, unaware they were dead, had their upper and lower bodies separated, scattering across the ground.
Fwoooosh…
Smoke billowed from the Plasma Dagger as if it were recharging, and the blade lost its color.
The Elk understood that this meant the technique could not be used twice.
Believing this, the reinforcements charged forward—and it was their final thought.
Thud-thud-thud! Splat-splat!
Eun Myeo rushed in at a speed the camera couldn’t follow, stabbing the Elk relentlessly.
She pierced their chests to seal their movements, finishing with a slash or thrust to the throat.
There was no hesitation in any of her motions. Blood sprayed on her or not, Elk attacked from the side or not.
Eun Myeo dodged every attack by the slimmest margin while never ceasing to strike at the Elk’s vital points.
Then, the recharged Plasma Dagger blazed with brilliant blue light.
Whooooom!
The Elk, bereft of fighting spirit, retreated without orders.
Eun Myeo pursued them, cutting only their ankles. After severing the tendons of every Elk’s leg,
Thrust. Thrust.
She mechanically finished off the fallen Elk.
Kang Yuri swallowed hard at the sight of Eun Myeo’s overwhelming, brutal, and ruthlessly practical combat technique.
She fought like a veteran soldier who’d seen decades of warfare. Yet Eun Myeo was a girl. Barely five feet tall.
The camera panned across the dead Elk. Twenty-three in total. The entire engagement had lasted barely a minute.
Closing in on Eun Myeo’s face, Kang Yuri cried out in astonishment.
“Not a single drop of sweat.”
There was no room for admiration. Beyond the camera’s view, she could hear countless Elk converging by the sound of their approach.
Kang Yuri deftly dropped into the brush and hid.
‘What will Eun Myeo do?’
Hide? Retreat? Or stand and fight?
It was none of those.
Eun Myeo entered the Souvenir Shop and stood before the Rabbit Headbands, her expression troubled.
“Are you thinking about which color to pick?”
The Rabbit Headbands came in three colors: white, pink, and black.
Eun Myeo held white in her left hand and black in her right, alternating her gaze between them.
Kang Yuri’s palms grew slick with cold sweat.
“Eun Myeo, this is not the time to be thinking about that!”
The Elk were nearly upon them. Kang Yuri held her breath, unable to say more.
‘There are far more of them than I expected, and they’re better armed too.’
The Elk that had been in ambush wore cloth garments—essentially naked.
But these Elk were heavily armored. The visual weight of thick leather armor and hefty steel blades made breathing difficult.
‘Is that Elk the commander?’
An Elk in polished plate armor and a helmet pointed at the Souvenir Shop and bellowed.
“Daruga!”
Even someone who didn’t speak Orcish could interpret that. Every Elk nocked an arrow at the shop.
Whoosh-whoosh!
These weren’t ordinary arrows. They were flaming arrows.
‘Eun Myeo, please hurry and pick.’
Whoosh-whoosh-shoot!
The Elk didn’t wait for Eun Myeo. Hundreds of arrows were released simultaneously, engulfing the shop.
Then Eun Myeo put on the black Rabbit Headband.
Click-click-whirr.
She drew the cylinder from her Large-Caliber Revolver and spun it. The bullets gleamed in vibrant colors.
Just as the hail of flaming arrows was about to engulf Eun Myeo, the trigger was pulled.
Bang!
Just one shot.
What could a single shot possibly do?
Fwoooooom!
An enormous wind erupted from the green-glowing bullet. No—it was not wind.
A tempest.
The bullet-shaped gale scattered all the flaming arrows and sent even the massive Elk staggering.
Bang!
The second bullet that followed glowed brown, but impossibly, it wasn’t aimed at the Elk—it struck the ground.
But this was no stray shot.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
The earth trembled and split apart. As if a bomb buried underground had detonated.
The Elk, already knocked off balance by the tempest, lost their footing as the ground heaved and crumbled beneath them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Eun Myeo fired the remaining three shots in near-simultaneous succession.
Kang Yuri bit her lower lip.
The first two bullets had blocked the Elk’s attack and broken their balance—fine. But Eun Myeo’s Large-Caliber Revolver held only five shots at most.
Meanwhile, there were at least a hundred Elk visible.
No matter how fast she fired, the reload time would eventually expose her to the Elk’s overwhelming numbers. Just as Kang Yuri worried about this—
Eun Myeo’s bullet passed clean through an Elk’s body.
Not a drop of blood was spilled.
What in the world was happening?
Thud.
The Elk desiccated and collapsed where the bullet had pierced them.
These were no ordinary bullets. They were Salt Bullets that drew moisture from whatever they touched.
After passing through one Elk, the bullet didn’t stop. It ricocheted through the air and pierced another Elk’s chest.
Three Salt Bullets bounced through the air, piercing countless Elk.
White lines painted themselves like a brushstroke across the scene as the Elk fell in various poses.
Some died adjusting their stance, others died drawing their bows. One who had raised his shield to block the Salt Bullet died to a bullet that came from above his head.
Ting.
The shell casing clattered to the ground. But this wasn’t a real casing.
A casing made of Mana. It disappeared the moment it hit the ground.
The new bullets were loaded from Eun Myeo’s hand, but they weren’t physical ammunition. They were bullets made of Mana.
Yet they were so perfectly crafted that they overflowed with vitality, seeming utterly real.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Then the surviving Elk commander charged, sword drawn.
“Kuorrrrr!”
His momentum was quite fierce.
Bang! Thud.
His momentum couldn’t stop the bullet.
Leaderless, the Elk tried to flee, but found no path to escape.
In the churned and overturned earth, they stumbled trying to run, and walking meant getting their skull pierced by Eun Myeo’s Plasma Dagger.
Some tried to fight bravely, but anything that touched the Plasma Dagger was cleaved without exception. Steel shield or hardened flesh made no difference.
Gulp.
Kang Yuri, hidden in the brush, swallowed involuntarily.
‘Where on earth did the director find someone like her?’
Ranged dealers using guns were fairly common among Hunters.
But she could swear she’d never seen a Gunner quite like Eun Myeo.
‘Wait? I can’t see Eun Myeo.’
She’d been capturing her perfectly on camera moments ago.
But in just a moment—had it been a second?
While Kang Yuri was distracted for that brief instant, Eun Myeo disappeared.
Tap.
“Eek!”
At the touch on her shoulder, Kang Yuri drew the pistol at her hip and aimed.
Believing she’d been discovered by an Elk, she immediately pulled the trigger, but—
Click.
It wouldn’t fire. When she pulled the trigger, she felt only an empty sensation.
“It’s me, Manager Yuri.”
Standing behind her wasn’t an Elk—it was Eun Myeo.
“Oh, Eun Myeo, it was you? You scared me half to death…!”
“I’ve dealt with all the Elk in the vicinity. You’re safe now.”
“Thank goodness the gun jammed so it wouldn’t fire. What would we have done if it had gone off?”
“The gun didn’t jam. I pushed the slide back so it wouldn’t fire.”
“What…?”
Kang Yuri checked, and sure enough, the slide was pushed back.
A chill ran down her spine.
‘How did she even know I was here?’
She’d lain flat in brush that concealed her entire body. She’d never told Eun Myeo where she was hiding.
‘I only just learned today that pushing the gun’s slide back prevents firing.’
What on earth was Eun Myeo’s true identity?
Kang Yuri was so curious she momentarily forgot about the Dungeon Psycho appearing.
“Please stay hidden here a bit longer, Manager. I’m going to help Minji.”
“Oh, I should come too—”
Eun Myeo placed her hand on Kang Yuri’s shoulder to stop her from standing.
“The Dungeon Psycho is spewing Dark Mana everywhere. Even being near it puts an Unawakened life in danger.”
Kang Yuri didn’t know the specifics of Dungeon Psycho danger, but she knew the danger of Dark Mana.
“Got it. Don’t do anything I’d tell you not to do, so you won’t get cancer from my worrying. Go and come back safely.”
Thanks to Kang Yuri’s consideration, Eun Myeo could leave with peace of mind.
But her expression was not bright.
‘It’s definitely a Dungeon Psycho, but this pattern is the first time I’ve encountered it.’
Shin Ilbon has many Dungeon Psychos. Eun Myeo had fought many of them.
But a Dungeon Psycho this intelligent—she’d never seen one before.
‘The Dungeon Psycho alarm never went off, and the monsters rushed in as if they knew I was here.’
Does the Dungeon Psycho pattern differ by country?
‘If that’s all it is, it doesn’t matter.’
But what if this was someone’s deliberate attack?
‘Minji’s in danger.’
It hadn’t even been half a day since they’d met. She wasn’t becoming attached. It was simply that if something happened to her, Chae Mujin would be displeased.
…So she told herself, quickening her pace.
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At Eun Myeo’s request, I’m searching the Zoo, and my mood is darkening.
‘Why don’t I see anyone?’
I understand no monsters—but no people and no animals either.
There weren’t even signs of a struggle. It was just empty, as if everyone had vanished from the world.
‘It’s unsettling, but this time I won’t panic like last time.’
If my mind races, nothing good comes of it. Wasn’t that what I learned in Daesugyeong?
I calmly looked around. Were there truly no clues?
‘There is.’
On second look, I saw a smartphone and a map that weren’t visible at first glance.
Left behind, but clear evidence that people had been here.
‘This isn’t a café. People wouldn’t just leave their smartphones and go off somewhere.’
Someone had definitely abducted these people. I didn’t want to consider other possibilities.
‘Let me get a better vantage point up there.’
I grabbed the neck of a giraffe statue and stood on its head. A chill ran down the back of my neck.
I turned my head on instinct, and finally spotted a person not far away.
A man who looked like an office worker stood motionless in the middle of a chimpanzee enclosure.
Relief mixed with curiosity—I jumped down immediately.
“Sir! Are you okay?! You seem okay on the surface, but—”
“My mother wanted me to become a civil servant.”
He launches into his own story the moment we meet?
I looked at his face to see if he was drunk, but he seemed sober.
“Sir, this place is dangerous. Let’s get to somewhere safe first.”
I don’t honestly know where’s safe, but anywhere less exposed than here would be better.
But the man didn’t respond to my words at all.
“I hated being a civil servant. Bad pay, and above all, no excitement. Sitting in a chair all day processing citizen complaints.”
“I understand you hated being a civil servant… ugh.”
His eyes aren’t even seeing me anymore.
I’ve heard of it before. People whose minds break just from encountering a monster.
This man seemed to be in exactly that state.
‘Even if words don’t work, he’s a citizen—I have to save him. I’m an Official Hunter, after all.’
I’d save him even if I weren’t an Official Hunter, but as someone drawing a government salary, I couldn’t just ignore him and walk past.
Tug.
Instead, not knowing where else to grab, I seized him by the collar.
“Sorry. I don’t know where to grip, so I’ll just grab here.”
The moment I applied force to lift him—
Sway.
He doesn’t budge. I can push a truck with one hand, and yet—
“But my mother was right. Civil servants are safe. They have the nation’s protection. But Hunters must protect themselves alone.”
“…Sir.”
“And I couldn’t protect myself.”
Slash!
I ducked instinctively. A sinister cutting sound passed over my head.
‘Fast. If I hadn’t been Buffed, I couldn’t have dodged.’
But because I had the Buff, it wasn’t a speed I couldn’t follow.
Or so I thought—
A warm liquid trickled down my neck.
‘…What?’
It had pierced through the Defense Buff Chae Mujin gave me and wounded my body.
I lifted my head. The office worker’s mouth was twisted grotesquely.
“You’ll become like us soon. Us, like us.”
I immediately drew out my Hammer, but before I could, the Dungeon Psycho’s torso split vertically, and ribs seized my limbs.

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