S-Classes That I Raised to Devour - Chapter 110

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Episode 110. An Old Grudge (1)
Even as Dungeon Psycho appeared in simultaneous outbreaks across the city, society flowed on exactly as it had the day before.
“Did you see the video of the drones suppressing Dungeon Psycho? Nothing beats military aircraft.”
“Machines fighting has no romance to it. Look at Data Shot. One Shot One Kill—blowing Dungeon Psycho’s head clean off. The likes are at a hundred thousand now.”
“They’re both just shooting guns anyway, aren’t they?”
Kim Yeoul, overhearing the passing citizens’ conversation, spoke carefully.
“Everyone seems so calm… I feel like I’m the strange one. Aren’t people afraid of Dungeon Psycho?”
Kim Yeoul had heard from Lee Minji just how powerful and relentless Dungeon Psycho was.
Attack power and speed that could shatter even mighty Buffs.
Endless regeneration and a being saturated with malice.
Just hearing about it made her skin crawl.
Kang Yu-ri, walking ahead, turned back and answered her.
“Of course it’s scary. But if we just cower in fear, will anything actually change?”
Whoosh.
Choi Gang-im, who was behind, held out a note.
―The representative has taught us how to respond. There is no fear. We will surely protect you.
Kim Yeoul carefully looked at their new companion, Eun Myo, and asked her.
“Um… Eun Myo, aren’t you scared?”
Eun Myo answered matter-of-factly.
“Monsters and Dungeon Psycho do not frighten me.”
“Then what scares you?”
“A world that has no need for me.”
“…I think I understand a little.”
Kim Yeoul thought of her younger sister and Chae Mujin. If they had no need for her…
Clap clap.
At that moment, Kang Yu-ri clapped her hands and swept away the heavy atmosphere in one stroke.
“Come on, come on! Why’s the mood like this? The representative put you two together and assigned you to Eun Myo for a reason. Let’s have a blast today!”
Oddly enough, all three of them were not talkative by nature, so even timid Kim Yeoul hesitated before speaking.
“I know why we gathered, but… where are we?”
Kang Yu-ri was astounded.
“You don’t know where this is? Eun Myo, Gang-im. You two know, right?”
Head shaking, uncertain gestures.
“Wow, you don’t know Hwaran Department Store? It’s the biggest in Korea!”
Given its scale, the crowds were enormous, and security was as ironclad as Yeouido itself.
Of course, the group passed through with ease. Chae Mujin had arranged things in advance.
The eyes of the three people who entered the Hwaran Department Store Hongdae Branch widened. It was splendid and magnificent. Just by stepping into the building, the world felt different.
Kang Yu-ri, who came here often, felt no particular wonder, but she smiled contentedly watching the others marvel.
‘Even taciturn Eun Myo is surprised.’
This was her misunderstanding.
Eun Myo was not marveling at the splendor before her eyes.
To her, trained solely for killing and survival, this massive department store appeared as nothing less than a chaotic kill zone beyond all control.
Eun Myo’s pupils trembled slightly, continuously scanning the surrounding terrain and fixtures.
‘The Large Crystal Chandelier at the center of the ceiling. Judging by the wire thickness, even a nine-millimeter pistol would cut through it cleanly.’
What evoked beauty in the eyes of ordinary people had already been calculated in her mind as a weapon of bloody carnage.
Her gaze shifted to the corridor lined with glittering luxury boutiques.
‘The layout is worst-case. The open central atrium on the first floor is perfectly exposed to sniper fire from the upper levels.’
Moreover, all the display windows surrounding the shops were ordinary reinforced glass with no ballistic protection.
If gunfire erupted, instead of stopping bullets, thousands of sharp glass shards would scatter and shred everything around them.
But what suffocated Eun Myo even more than these structural flaws was something else entirely.
‘Too many people.’
Thousands of people moving in such tight clusters there was barely space to step.
There was no way of knowing who had a hand in their pocket gripping a gun, who was hiding a detonator in their coat.
The body odor and noise emanating from the massive crowd distorted Eun Myo’s senses.
‘At least the zoo was open enough that tracking movement was simple. But this place is far too complex.’
Since it was a matter of life and death, Eun Myo wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.
But then Kang Yu-ri took her hand and said:
“Come on, everyone follow me. First we’re going to buy some clothes. Hunters especially need a lot of clothes, right? You’re always coming back in tatters.”
Eun Myo couldn’t bring herself to say it wasn’t possible, that this place was dangerous.
The warmth she felt from the hand holding hers. The smile directed at her.
On both sides, Kim Yeoul and Choi Gang-im naturally stood to guide the way, as if escorting her.
Eun Myo didn’t pull her hand away.
‘…Rather than expand my senses, I should focus on clearly detecting any killing intent nearby.’
Eun Myo’s gaze swept slowly, but without ceasing, across the crowd.
‘I’ve never been in a place this densely packed with people, but I have no choice.’
Despite all her training, none of it had been for protecting someone.
She, who had never protected anyone in her entire life, now focused her mind to guard others.
But she remained unaware of the discreet gaze watching them.
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Kang Yu-ri led the group first to a young casual brand boutique.
She swept through the shop in one glance, then without hesitation grabbed several hangers and loaded Kim Yeoul’s arms with them.
“Yeoul, let’s get you out of those drab colors. Go into the fitting room right now and try these on.”
“Y-yes? But I’ve never worn such bright colors before…”
“Oh come on! A Hunter unafraid of monsters but afraid of trying on clothes? Hurry up and get in there!”
Pushed back by Kang Yu-ri’s momentum, Kim Yeoul hesitantly entered the fitting room.
Soon after, emerging hesitantly from behind the curtain, he earned an approving round of applause from Kang Yu-ri.
“See? My eye is never wrong. You’ve been wasting that face of yours all this time.”
In an Overfit Shirt and slim slacks, Kim Yeoul’s usual hunched posture and timid appearance disappeared, revealing a clean-cut and pleasantly handsome young man.
Next came Choi Gang-im.
The moment he stepped out wearing the Leather Jacket and Black Jeans Kang Yu-ri had picked, he stood silently before the mirror, stroking his chin and posing like a model.
Whoosh.
―Looks good.
Kang Yu-ri giggled seeing the note.
“You’ve got such good proportions that anything looks like a magazine spread on you. Approved!”
And then the moment they’d been waiting for.
Kang Yu-ri’s gaze turned to Eun Myo.
“All right, Eun Myo. Give me those drab, baggy clothes. Today your sister is going to completely transform you.”
What was placed in Eun Myo’s hands was a soft Blouse and a Cargo Skirt that suggested mobility while maintaining an air of refinement.
Eun Myo held them as if they were a detonator and entered the fitting room carefully.
‘…How do you even wear this?’
After a long struggle, when Eun Myo emerged in the changed clothes, the group fell momentarily silent.
The soft clothing, contrasting with her cool expression, drew out the hidden beauty she’d been concealing.
But Eun Myo’s expression as she paced before the mirror was quite serious.
She stretched her arms this way and that, raised one leg slightly, and murmured:
“The fabric friction is too loud. It’s disadvantageous for Covert Movement.”
At that earnest tactical assessment, Kim Yeoul cleared his throat, and Choi Gang-im’s shoulders shook silently with laughter.
Kang Yu-ri pressed her forehead and grabbed Eun Myo’s shoulders firmly.
“Eun Myo… We came here to have fun, not to fight.”
“…We didn’t come to the zoo to fight either.”
“But surely Dungeon Psycho won’t appear two days in a row? And especially not at Hwaran Department Store Hongdae Branch? More than that—”
Kang Yu-ri, gripping Eun Myo’s shoulders, expressed her affection.
“That outfit looks absolutely perfect on you.”
At Kang Yu-ri’s praise and her bright smile, something in Eun Myo’s chest tingled.
Despite the outfit being utterly impractical for combat, she found she didn’t want to take it off just yet.
Eun Myo gazed quietly at herself in the mirror. It was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant.
As the group, refreshed from head to toe through Kang Yu-ri’s hands, left the boutique, the surrounding air distinctly changed.
“Are they celebrities?”
“Their proportions are insane.”
“Should I ask for an autograph?”
Even people passing by turned to look and whisper.
To this, Kim Yeoul remained surprisingly unmoved. She knew they weren’t talking about her.
As they finished shopping and were resting at a Café:
“Um, excuse me.”
“…Yes?”
A woman approached Kim Yeoul and shyly offered a note.
“Please… contact me!”
Kim Yeoul stared blankly at the phone number written on the note.
“Why would she…?”
Kang Yu-ri nudged his ribs playfully.
“I told you nerdy guys are popular these days. Look, she just got your number.”
“Um… why would she get my number?”
“You knew you were innocent, but this is a living national treasure. She wants to get intimate with you.”
“Intimate…?”
“As in, when a man and woman merge together…”
“M-merge?”
Watching Kim Yeoul’s face turn tomato-red, Kang Yu-ri doubled over with laughter.
It was a peaceful and pleasant afternoon. At least, until Eun Myo’s earlobes twitched slightly.
Among the murmur created by the massive crowd and the white noise, a single footstep—distinctly different—caught her hearing.
‘Consistent stride length, and the footfall carries a heavy weight to it.’
She sensed a weight shift characteristic of someone who knew how to channel Mana into their lower body, or someone who had undergone intense practical training.
Moreover, those footsteps approached in an unwavering straight line, directly toward the table where the group was sitting.
There was no killing intent or overt hostility.
Whoosh.
Eun Myo’s hand descended beneath the table.
She lightly gripped the Small Knife hidden in her skirt pocket.
Without shifting her eyes, she calculated in 0.1 seconds the opponent’s trajectory, distance, and the precise angle at which she could sever their life in one move if they rushed her.
Eun Myo’s eyes cooled to a sharp edge.
Choi Gang-im, standing beside her, also noticed the subtle shift in air and looked around.
“You guys…?”
Kang Yu-ri stopped mid-sentence. Even she, a civilian, could feel it as the mysterious man drew close. His footsteps were quick, his gaze fixed on their table.
Choi Gang-im didn’t stop the woman who was hesitating about offering her note, but this time he stood up abruptly.
The mysterious man who stopped before Choi Gang-im smiled awkwardly and spoke.
“Did I seem suspicious? I just got so excited meeting someone I know that I couldn’t help myself…”
Unable to speak, Choi Gang-im simply stared at the man, and Kang Yu-ri answered on his behalf.
“Who are you? I don’t think you’re one of our acquaintances.”
The man was unfazed by Kang Yu-ri’s cold response.
His gaze had been fixed on only one person from the start.
“It’s been a while, Kim Yeoul.”
“Oh…!”
“Do you know him?”
“Yes… A training academy classmate. Someone I fought with before…”
Bae Ji-ta laughed good-naturedly, picking up Yeoul’s words.
“We went through life and death together during a Dungeon Drop. I’m glad you remember.”
Hearing he was a registered Hunter and a comrade they’d fought alongside, everyone’s guard eased considerably.
Everyone except one.
In the instant Bae Ji-ta, who had been smiling awkwardly, locked eyes with Eun Myo—
“……”
His stiffened expression lasted only the briefest moment—
But it was caught by Eun Myo’s cold gaze.

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