The Female Lead Saves the World - Chapter 93

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Yeo Joo Saves the World – Episode 93

These days, Kang Han was immersed in training to adapt to his new weapon.
I stood before the Simulation Training Ground with my arms crossed, watching Kang Han’s training unfold.
The summoned beast was an A-rank Jungka Deus.
Commonly known as the “Island Turtle,” it resembled a colossal tortoise so massive that when floating on the ocean, it appeared as nothing less than a small island itself.
The creature within the training ground now was equally enormous—easily the size of three large buses combined.
Yet its size belied no sluggishness.
Unlike ordinary tortoises, the Jungka Deus moved with remarkable speed even on land, and its jaw strength was so formidable it could crush a hippopotamus—a truly threatening beast.
And it even performed body checks with its shell, so devastatingly solid that someone like me, a non-combatant, would be flattened beyond recognition upon impact.
Boom!
Just then, the Jungka Deus’s massive body collided with the glass window of the Simulation Training Ground, sending a vibration so intense my ears rang.
Of course, this illusory monster—meticulously rendered though it was—couldn’t actually breach the glass, yet the force of the attack was enough to make me flinch.
“Oh, he’s fast.”
I was speaking of Kang Han, not the Jungka Deus.
The beast lunged at a speed my eyes could barely register, yet Kang Han evaded it effortlessly with merely a couple of steps.
“Roooarrr!”
Properly enraged by Kang Han’s composure, the Jungka Deus roared with teeth bared and lashed out with its front claws, each one wickedly sharp.
But Kang Han simply retreated a single step and dodged it with ease.
And then his counterattack began.
Whoosh!
The spear he’d been holding in his right hand, he now gripped with both, and drew it in a long, sweeping arc across the beast’s right foreleg.
“Screeeech!”
The Jungka Deus’s cry was deafening, though the wound itself wasn’t particularly deep.
But Kang Han’s true objective was merely to halt the beast’s movements for a brief moment.
Crack!
As Kang Han pressed closer to the Jungka Deus, a brilliant golden flash erupted from his eyes, and another spear materialized at the tip of his weapon—one forged entirely of pure electricity, resembling lightning descending from a clouded sky.
While both the Jungka Deus and I fixed our gaze upon this electric spear, Kang Han leaped high into the air.
And without hesitation, he landed directly atop the beast’s shell.
“Roooarrr!”
The panicked Jungka Deus thrashed about, desperately attempting to shake the human from its back, but to no avail.
Kang Han’s movements were as leisurely as a casual stroll.
He advanced toward the very center of the turtle’s shell, deliberately seeking the most resilient point, then raised his inverted spear high and drove it downward with full force.
“Oh, that’s a clever approach.”
As I mentioned before, the Jungka Deus’s shell is extraordinarily thick and durable.
As I mentioned earlier, the shell of the Jungkaders is extremely thick and sturdy.
Even with the power of S-rank Kang Han, the spear tip had only barely pierced the surface.
But the other spear forged from lightning was different.
It had already sunk so deeply that its roots were no longer visible.
And blue veins of power bulged across Kang Han’s arm.
Crackle—!
The moment the electric current coursed through Yungkardus’s soft interior, the creature oxidized into black ash.
Tap.
As the beast that had been riding him vanished and Kang Han descended to the ground, he exhaled a long breath.
“Phew.”
The lingering excitement of battle hadn’t yet faded, and faint currents still crackled across his eyes. When he closed them deeply, his long lashes cast shadows across his sculpted features.
Wow, he’s handsome.
I marveled at Kang Han’s stunning looks and tapped lightly on the glass window.
Just then, Kang Han—who had been pulling up his shirt to wipe away sweat—turned toward me.
His rippling abdominal muscles were as defined as an ancient Greek sculpture.
“I’ll step inside for a moment.”
After confirming Kang Han’s nod, I opened the door to the Simulation Training Ground and entered.
“Isn’t it a bit early for an afternoon nap?”
Kang Han tilted his head and asked abruptly.
“Do I look like a kindergartener to you? Sometimes I just don’t feel like sleeping.”
“As long as nothing’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, but Chung Soo succeeded in mass-producing potions.”
Contrary to my expectation that he’d jump up in joy like I would, Kang Han’s handsome brows furrowed ever so slightly.
“You were thinking ‘isn’t he pushing himself too hard,’ weren’t you?”
“…I was wondering if Chung Soo might be growing impatient because of the guild’s situation.”
“Hmm. That concern isn’t entirely unfounded.”
These days, with Sa Ma Young’s demon hand having no work.
Since we haven’t been assigned any Guerrilla Gates at all.
“But being able to do something, anything, actually helps in difficult times.”
Kang Han, who knew helplessness in dire situations better than anyone, nodded in understanding.
“Isn’t the guild master in that same state right now? It seems like your training volume has increased lately.”
“I’m simply breaking in a new weapon.”
“That’s not it. Your physique has definitely improved.”
Reading the teasing tone in my words, Kang Han let out a soft laugh and shook his head.
“I thought you were watching Yungkardus.”
“Why would I watch a turtle? Appreciating my guild master’s physique is far more worthwhile.”
“If Su Ho trains, your eyes will be even busier, Yeo Joo.”
“No, no? My taste leans more toward you, guild master.”
Jang Su Ho certainly has larger muscles, but the more aesthetically pleasing one is undoubtedly Kang Han.
With his towering height and perfectly defined angry musculature, he seemed less like a human and more like a wild, otherworldly being.
The stark contrast with his ascetic face was impossible to overlook.
As I smiled contentedly, Kang Han quietly picked up the jacket lying on the floor and slipped it on.
As always, it was an unremarkable garment in neutral tones.
Yet today, for some reason, my eyes kept drifting back to it.
“…Is there something on my clothing?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s your jacket, Guild Master. You always bring it whenever you enter a Dungeon, don’t you?”
“That’s correct. And I have several jackets.”
Kang Han added hastily, perhaps worried I might suggest another shopping trip for clothes.
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you have multiple types? Given your personality, Guild Master, you’d think you’d standardize on just one.”
Kang Han paused briefly before answering my question.
“They tear easily during combat, and I select different ones depending on the Dungeon type.”
“So thicker ones when it’s cold, thinner ones when it’s hot?”
“Exactly.”
“Then wouldn’t it be more convenient to have one outfit with all the features built in—cold resistance, flame resistance, everything?”
“It would be, certainly.”
I could guess what came next without hearing it.
Hunter-grade clothing was already expensive, and adding multiple functions would make the price comparable to weapons themselves.
“But if you could wear it constantly, the investment would more than pay for itself.”
I narrowed my eyes, studying Kang Han’s coat as I spoke.
“I should make one.”
“Make what?”
“A Justice Guild uniform.”

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I’d been mulling over the uniform issue for quite some time.
All the other guilds had one, after all.
But back then, there were more pressing matters demanding my attention, so I’d simply postponed the decision.
Now that my mind was made up, I didn’t waste another moment deliberating—I headed straight to Maestro the very next day.
I remembered that the shop I’d visited with Kang Han before had accepted custom orders for uniforms.
Besides, there was nowhere better than Maestro for hunter-related equipment anyway.
But before that, there was somewhere else I needed to visit first.
Naturally, it was Workshop Sugar, located in the basement.
This place really hadn’t changed at all.
I’d thought it was due to some status ailment.
Apparently, the dim lighting was simply Jung Je Hwa’s personal preference.
“Boss! I’m here!”
I called out cheerfully as I stepped inside.
With the keyword ‘Muse’ now attached to my name, visiting the workshop felt considerably lighter than before.
“It’s been a while.”
But Jung Je Hwa’s greeting immediately dampened my spirits again.
“Um… Boss?”
“Yes.”
His response was perfectly fine, technically speaking.
But something felt off.
“Are you perhaps busy?”
“No, not particularly.”
I understood now.
Jung Je Hwa wasn’t looking at my face.
Moreover, his tone carried an oddly curt edge to it.
‘…What? What is this?’
I hastily checked Jung Je Hwa’s affection level.

《 ♥ 22 : Muse 》

His affection level showed nothing amiss.
Yet Jung Je Hwa continued to show me only half his face.
Had I… done something wrong?

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