The Only Enhancer - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10
Chapter 10 – Reversed Positions (2)
3.
[Be in front of Seungma Mountain by 9:30 AM tomorrow.]
Sung-jun’s face twisted as he noticed the period at the end of the text message.
He’d been meticulous during today’s raid too.
Was this bastard like this in everything?
“Damn it.”
He cursed and trembled with rage.
This was the first time in his life he’d felt such contempt.
Not during his school days, nor when he was a party leader—he’d never experienced such humiliation.
Part of him wanted to act on his impulses and lash out.
But Sung-jun knew better than anyone that he couldn’t.
Because Choi Jung-min was the famous rookie of the Han-byul Guild.
Sung-jun had done his research before joining there.
Choi Jung-min was only Level 2, but he was a highly promising rookie.
‘I’ll just grow faster once I’m inside.’
He genuinely believed that.
His own potential was said to be exceptional as well.
As a tank, he could become superior to Choi Jung-min.
Revenge could wait until then.
But as stress accumulated, he opened his phone contacts to find a way to vent.
And there was one name saved there.
[Deadbeat Bastard]
It was Kim Min-jun.
For a moment, he considered calling this guy to blow off steam, but he smirked and shook his head.
That wouldn’t be bad, but he had a raid to prepare for.
He should just rest at home.
He could call that guy another time.
After all, he was always his meal ticket.
Calling him to vent didn’t matter.
Image management? That was fine.
Besides, that guy had awakened too.
This level of abuse was something that happened openly.
No one would say anything about it.
‘I’m looking forward to the next time I call that bastard.’
A contemptible smile crossed his face as he lay down on his bed.
He needed rest for tomorrow’s raid.
If tomorrow was anything like today, Choi Jung-min would definitely push him around.
He needed to rest as much as possible before going.
Only then could I crush that bastard and enter the Han-byul Guild.
For now, I’d wait.
Because Choi Jung-min was stronger than me at the moment.
4.
Despite the early hour, Seungma Mountain in Gimpo City, Daegot-myeon was already crowded with people.
The fact that so many hunters had gathered even at 9 AM was proof of how popular this place had become.
Thanks to the Disaster Level 1 Zone monsters here being relatively manageable.
With so many hunters gathered, they exchanged information and shared details about raids.
Some shouted to recruit party members on the spot.
Not every Disaster Zone was this crowded, but it was a sight you could see fairly often in the early morning.
For someone seeing it for the first time, it would seem quite remarkable, and I found myself watching with genuine interest.
‘Coming early was the right call.’
Getting to see something like this too.
Truth be told, I’d gotten into some weird trouble last time for being late.
So I’d decided to come out early.
It seemed like a good decision.
I’d never seen this many hunters gathered even at the Gimpo Branch of Hunter Association, so it was a valuable experience.
Some shouted to form instant parties, while those with pre-arranged groups changed into their gear in the nearby locker rooms and emerged ready.
I’d grow accustomed to sights like this soon enough.
Thinking that way, I let out a small chuckle.
The old me would never have harbored such relaxed and confident thoughts—I felt the weight of how much I’d changed.
‘I really am different now.’
I certainly had changed.
My bag now contained a +3 Wand and the fresh +3 Robe I’d crafted yesterday.
Looking around, not a single hunter possessed even a +2 item, let alone +3.
In other words, +3 equipment here was nothing short of a strategic weapon.
Or should I compare it to luxury goods?
Either way, the significance was the same.
Honestly, I never expected to get the +3 Robe yesterday.
‘I didn’t know if the +3 would succeed.’
A +1 enhancement consumed roughly 10% mana.
+2 consumed 30%.
And +3 required a whopping 60%.
I’d attempted it yesterday at full capacity—100%.
But what happened?
The +2 enhancement on the +1 Robe I’d prepared beforehand had failed.
That had made me anxious.
The success rate for +2 enhancement was 50%.
Using an Enchanter’s Blessing raised it to 60%.
But with bad luck, you could fail two or three times and never land a +2, couldn’t you?
Besides, I was saving the Enchanter’s Blessing for the third enhancement—I wanted to use it there.
My remaining mana was at 70%, so I decided to recover another 20% to attempt three consecutive enhancements in succession. After resting, I began the enhancement process.
And just like that, it went straight to +3.
Another +3 item in as many days.
And the options were exceptional too.
[Robe of Black Mist]+3
-A robe woven from mist itself.
-As secretive and serene as black mist.
-Increases evasion.
-If you possess a dagger alongside this robe, you can use the skill ‘Concealment’.
‘Concealment is nice and all, but that evasion boost is genuinely excellent.’
It was an option far more popular with damage dealers than tanks.
Items like robes or armor sometimes came with evasion or defense bonuses—unlike weapons which could ignore defenses—and the Robe of Black Mist was exactly that type.
And on top of that, it had the ‘Concealment’ skill attached.
This seemed like something I could use casually and still sell for a good price later.
The price was substantial.
From what I’d gathered, equipment with Concealment started at a minimum of 600 million won, and with evasion added, it could climb to 700 million.
Since the conditions to use Concealment weren’t particularly restrictive, the price might even climb higher.
Money was practically duplicating itself.
‘This is wonderful. Truly wonderful.’
For now, I wasn’t selling it—I’d brought it along to test its effects today.
It felt wasteful to sell something without using it in a raid first.
I’d test it out today, and if it worked well, I’d hold onto it longer before selling.
Just as I was waiting for Choi Jung-min, a call came through.
I answered with a slight chuckle.
-This is Choi Jung-min, Healer Kim Min-jun.
“Yes, I know.”
-Please contact me when you arrive, and I’ll come to greet you.
His tone was remarkably courteous.
I’d made the right choice forming a party with this person.
Wait—had he already arrived?
He’d been standing out front the whole time, so there’s no way he wouldn’t have noticed me.
Sensing something odd, I glanced around and spoke.
“Oh, you’ve arrived? I got here too.”
-Y-yes?
I could tell from the flustered tone in his voice.
He hadn’t arrived yet.
-I-I’m so sorry! I’ll hurry right over.
“No, no, take your time. There’s plenty to see around here—I’m actually having fun exploring.”
-I-I appreciate you saying that, but I can’t keep you waiting, Healer. I’m sorry. I’ll get there as quickly as I can.
“I’m fine with that. Understood. I’ll see you then.”
-Yes! I’ll hurry over.
Well, it makes sense he’d be startled if a healer showed up first.
For instance, imagine a company president arriving early to a meeting and calling to say, “Ha, I came early to enjoy the scenery, so don’t worry and take your time.” No employee would think, “Ah! The president is enjoying the scenery, so I should take my time too!”
I was leisurely taking in the surroundings while waiting for Sung-jun, who said he’d hurry over.
A familiar silhouette appeared in the distance.
It wasn’t Sung-jun’s silhouette.
Rather, it was an unpleasant silhouette I could instantly recognize.
It was the silhouette of someone who had tormented me throughout my school years.
But why was that?
I could only laugh.
Was it because the positions had reversed now?
‘Just a few days ago, I was trembling when I saw him.’
This really made me feel how much things had changed.
I never even thought about seeking revenge with the incredible power I’d gained.
In fact, it hadn’t even crossed my mind.
They say circumstances make the person.
Just as I hadn’t bothered to dwell on the past, but now that he’s appearing before me like this, things are different.
There’s no need to seek him out for revenge, but having seen him now, it would feel incomplete to just walk away.
Just in case, I activated body enhancement on myself.
I knew Sung-jun’s nature better than anyone.
So where should I go?
‘To enjoy some satisfying revenge.’
5.
Sung-jun, who had forced himself to wake up early despite wanting to sleep in, was naturally in a foul mood.
Though I’d rested, I knew I’d be raiding today—who could be in a good mood about that?
Unless you had unusual tastes.
I irritably ran my hand through my hair and started heading to the changing room to put on my gear, then stopped.
I figured I could just put it on when I arrived later anyway.
‘I’m not a damage dealer, so there’s no need to come early and equip myself.’
I was a tank, after all.
Sung-jun seemed to overlook this level of unreasonableness anyway.
There was no need to worry about it.
I’d just wait here and change into my gear leisurely when the time came.
Already irritable as it was, putting on the gear early would only make it feel heavy and worsen my mood.
“Hey, Sung-jun~”
A familiar voice from behind.
It was definitely a familiar voice, but something felt odd about it.
The voice I knew had never been so confident.
Sensing that strange feeling, I turned around.
I could see a familiar face.
Kim Min-jun.
The bastard I’d always toyed with like a plaything.
And he dared to speak to me?
As if we were close?
Orphaned trash.
Sung-jun should have sensed something amiss right then.
But was it the lingering exhaustion from yesterday’s grueling raid, or the grogginess that had clung to me since this morning?
I failed to think rationally.
“Ha! You’re actually talking to me? Wonders never cease, do they?”
“My birthday comes before yours, so I’ve lived longer than you, haven’t I?”
An irritating response.
This bastard?
He dared to interrupt me and mock me like that.
The same wretch who’d only suffered at my hands throughout school was now crawling toward me.
My anger was beginning to rise.
“So you’re not completely useless, then? Or are you just a pack mule? Though looking at that backpack, that doesn’t seem right—are you a damage dealer?”
“Pffhehehehe.”
He laughed so hard at my words that he clutched his belly.
My anger flared considerably, but the meticulous Sung-jun wasn’t the type to fall for such provocation.
With a bit more patience, I glared at Min-jun and spoke.
“You seem to have a death wish.”
“Me? You’re going to kill me?”
His voice dripped with derision, as if asking whether I even could.
At this point, even Sung-jun sensed something was wrong.
What was giving him the confidence to push this far?
Before confusion could set in, my face burned hot and rage surged through me.
The humiliation and shame I’d felt from Choi Jung-min yesterday came flooding back alongside it.
I hadn’t even been satisfied with Choi Jung-min.
And now this vermin of a creature was crawling toward me.
I couldn’t bear to hold back any longer.
“Oh right, so you became a hunter too—how about you repay our parents’ insurance money you stole like a beggar?”
At Min-jun’s casual words, the last thread of reason I’d been barely holding onto snapped.
“Ha! You filthy bastard!”
If anyone else had provoked me like this, Sung-jun probably could have endured it.
There was no real reason to fight, and I was suppressing my nature to enter the Han-byul Guild.
But with Min-jun, it was different.
A subordination reversal from the wretch I’d kept beneath me my entire life.
The authoritarian and arrogant Sung-jun simply didn’t have the patience to tolerate that.
I spat out curses and clenched my fists.
A Tank’s physique transcended all other attributes—a body of superhuman caliber.
That near-superhuman frame extended a fist with blinding speed, and Sung-jun had absolute confidence that his punch would connect squarely with the creature’s face.
Yet some vestige of restraint remained; he held back his strength, throwing the punch with measured force.
But then.
Whoosh!
The creature dodged.
Bewildered, I stared at Min-jun blankly.
He spoke with an expression of disappointment.
“What’s this? You’re slower than before you became a hunter. How are you supposed to block a monster’s attacks like that?”
A blatant provocation from the vermin beneath me.
The effect was devastating.
“You bastard!”
Not even Choi Jung-min would have tolerated such disrespect—I certainly couldn’t bear it.
Abandoning the last shred of restraint I’d maintained, I lunged forward like a madman.
Punches flew, kicks swept out, then more punches in rapid succession.
The other hunters began murmuring and crowding around as Sung-jun’s assault intensified.
“What’s this, a fight broke out?”
“Damn, but he’s dodging like crazy.”
“Are they both Tanks?”
“That’s some solid footwork!”
“He can’t land a single hit. How?”
But I couldn’t connect.
Somehow, as if facing a phantom, my attacks were evaded with uncanny precision.
His physical abilities were clearly inferior to mine.
Yet he was inexplicably masterful at ‘evasion’.
How was this possible?
The first few strikes were fueled by pure rage, but as the evasions continued, my mind grew cold and sharp.
How was this happening?
As my thoughts cleared and I sensed something amiss, a flash of movement caught my eye—my head snapped around and I rolled across the floor.
Crash, bang, bang!
“Ugh!”
Searing pain erupted across my left cheek, and when consciousness returned, I found myself sprawled on the ground.
Could Min-jun have hit me?
No. He was positioned to my right, so the punch couldn’t have come from the left.
With that realization, Sung-jun’s head turned sharply.
There stood Choi Jung-min, his expression twisted like a demon’s.
Why had Choi Jung-min struck me?
What was with that demonic look?
The impact to my head left my thoughts sluggish and slow.
Yet what followed—Choi Jung-min’s next move—I could see with perfect clarity.
Without uttering a single word to Sung-jun, I pivoted my body and bowed ninety degrees to Kim Min-jun.
“I sincerely apologize! Sung-jun, who serves as our party’s sub-tank, has committed a grave discourtesy. I will ensure he faces appropriate punishment.”
“W-what is… how is this…?”
That Choi Jung-min—the one who’d always made me roll around like a madman, who’d constantly lorded his authority over me—was actually bowing and apologizing to this bastard?
Rational thought eluded me entirely.
Yet an unsettling dread crept upward through my chest.
And then Choi Jung-min’s voice thundered out.
“Sung-jun! How dare you attack the healer! You’ve lost your mind!”
“H-healer?”
At those words, Sung-jun’s face drained of all color, turning deathly pale.
The surrounding hunters, having heard Choi Jung-min’s declaration, began to murmur amongst themselves.
“He attacked a healer?”
“Is he insane?”
“What kind of madness makes you touch a healer?”
“Wow, that guy’s raiding days are over.”
“Raiding days? Don’t you know about the Healer Protection Act?”
“Yeah, that guy’s life is finished.”
What in the world was happening?
Before Sung-jun’s snow-white mind stood Kim Min-jun, waving his hand with a faint smile.

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