The Reincarnated Hunter Sweeps Up All Fortunes - Chapter 1

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Episode 1
Chapter 1
Im Gang, a wanderer living in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province—a city famous for its pleasures—was in his previous life a rather successful treasure hunter of the Awakened class in South Korea.
He’d lived the high life, skimming the honey by detecting dungeon traps and uncovering treasures in hidden chambers, until a sudden gate eruption swept him away and killed him.
On a B-rank gate, no less.
Why die when he’d been doing so well, you ask?
Well… treasure hunters are a support-class position!
Sure, he had a few ranged attack skills in his arsenal, but compared to specialist offensive classes like archers and mages, they were pittance.
‘Damn troll bastard.’
The troll’s regeneration was unstoppable. Had he prepared, maybe—but it was a sudden gate. There was no way to be ready for that.
Im Gang cursed the troll as he died.
“Waaah!”
He was reborn.
And he carried the memories of his past life with him.
Was this the privilege of being a reincarnate?
Could he really have it made like in a web novel—inventing toothbrushes and selling them, making soap and selling that too… basically living off easy money?
‘Yeah. It was all there.’
Most of it had already been monopolized by someone.
He learned that later.
The jianghu was set in an era resembling the Ming Dynasty. At a time like this, unless you had a specialized trade, living off easy money was virtually impossible.
Still, he’d thought he could manage to get by somehow.
Until he became an orphan at ten.
‘One hard knock after another.’
He’d been thirty-six when he died in his past life.
Add the years since becoming an orphan, and he was well into his forties.
The problem wasn’t just that his body had become a child’s—his mind had too—but by putting his experience as a hunter to use, scrounging for food, flattering people shrewdly, and scraping by wherever he could attach himself, he’d somehow ended up as a wanderer.
A third-rate wanderer wielding the third-rate Wind Fang Blade Art.
A third-rate wanderer was essentially cannon fodder or a human shield.
In other words, the perfect position to die.
The master who’d taught him the blade art was himself a third-rate wanderer and had never mastered inner power cultivation.
‘At least I had the Bronze Body Art.’
The Bronze Body Art was a second-rate external technique; according to his master, it hardened the body like copper.
Whether it was true or not, after training it his skin had become so tough that blades barely cut in.
He’d saved his life thanks to that more than once.
‘Ah… I need inner power.’
Im Gang shuddered as he relieved himself comfortably.
And then.
In the middle of eating thin noodles—fitting for his meager pocket—
Ding!
[You have awakened as a Treasure Hunter.]
“Huh?”
Im Gang, barely eighteen years old, awakened at a noodle stall while eating thin noodles.
Whether by coincidence or not.
It was summer.
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Name: Im Gang (Lv. 1)
Class: Third-rate Wanderer / Treasure Hunter
Inner Power: 0
Skills: Third-rate Wind Fang Blade Art, Second-rate Bronze Body Art… (More)
Skill Points: 0
Im Gang froze mid-slurp of noodles.
It was a simple system window he’d seen many times before.
Naturally, he’d seen it often enough.
It looked like this when he was active as a treasure hunter in his past life too.
‘If there’s one thing different from my past life, it’s that I have two classes now…’
No, wait.
Inner power had taken the place of mana, so it wasn’t one difference—it was two.
‘But why am I just awakening now?’
Slurrrp.
Tilting his head in confusion, he quickly sucked down the noodles.
On an ordinary day, he would have chewed each piece slowly to stretch out the satisfaction, but there was no time for that.
Wanderers behind him were pressing him to leave faster so a seat would open up, his system window kept flashing since awakening, and he still needed to get to the job broker.
In any case, his mind was in chaos.
“That was delicious.”
“Thank you! Please come again!”
As he placed a coin on the table and stood, one of the wanderers bumped his shoulder and rushed in.
Watch the back of your head later.
Im Gang noted the discourtesy silently, keeping his guard up as he turned toward the job broker.
Hangzhou was famous for its pleasures, so wanderers were plentiful—he walked carefully.
One wrong brush of the shoulder and he’d be forced to stake an arm and fight right there, like some wild trainer.
That’s just how life was for a third-rate wanderer.
‘But what the hell am I supposed to do with this?’
He focused his consciousness on the skill menu’s “More” option, and a list appeared.
Skills: Third-rate Wind Fang Blade Art at Eighty Percent, Second-rate Bronze Body Art at Forty Percent, Map Lv. 1, Trap Detection Lv. 1, Treasure Search Lv. 1, Appraisal Lv. 1, Trap Disarming Lv. 1, Lock Picking Lv. 1, Stealth Lv. 1, Ranged Attack Enhancement Lv. 1, Ranged Homing Lv. 1.
Aside from two martial techniques, they were all basic treasure hunter skills.
Having just awakened, his levels were low. The memory from his past life helped with that, though. The real question was what to use this for.
But why did I awaken in a different world?
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure it out.
‘Hmm. Since this is the jianghu, maybe it marks things like precious copper or spirit herbs?’
That wouldn’t be bad at all.
Im Gang couldn’t resist his curiosity.
He stepped aside for a moment and activated the Map skill, staring into empty space.
A circular map with a green background appeared before his eyes.
The terrain and landmarks of every path he’d traveled since awakening were all drawn in.
Then he used the Treasure Search skill.
A single yellow dot shimmered softly on the map.
‘Wait, treasure? Here?’
Actually, no—it wasn’t strange that Hangzhou, a city of pleasures, would have treasure.
What was strange was that only one was showing.
It might have been because his skill level was low and the world was different.
In his past life too, when his skill levels were low, he hadn’t detected many treasures.
‘What should I do? Head to the job broker or hunt for the treasure?’
Im Gang hesitated for a moment.
The reason for going to the job broker was to get work assignments.
You had to arrive early and stake out a spot, like at a day labor office, so they’d think, “Ah, this one’s very diligent!” and give you the good jobs.
The work had been scarce this summer due to more rain than last year, but by clocking in every day, he’d built up a decent reputation.
‘One day shouldn’t be a problem, right? It’ll be fine. If it’s not, I’ll just quit being a wanderer anyway.’
This was his chance to switch from third-rate wanderer to treasure hunter.
He checked his light purse, and his resolve hardened completely.
He couldn’t resist treasure.
Checking the map, he moved toward where the treasure was located and arrived at the storefront of a general goods shop on the outskirts of the market district.
Im Gang had been making a wanderer’s living in Hangzhou for five years now.
He knew this shop wasn’t simply dealing in secondhand items.
‘The rumor is it’s a fence run by the Hao Clan, isn’t it?’
The source of the rumors was the wanderers themselves.
Though the Hao Clan was despised in the jianghu, to wanderers they were a prestigious sect and a noble house.
Among wanderers, there were quite a few who’d joined the Hao Clan and turned their lives around.
It had been Im Gang’s dream too.
Creak.
He pushed open the door of the general goods shop—or rather, the Hao Clan’s fence—and stepped inside.
His eyes met those of an elderly man dozing with his head bobbing, whose face was spotted with age marks. He nodded in greeting, then looked around like a naive wanderer who knew nothing.
‘Treasure, where are you? I’m here.’
Checking the treasure’s location on the map and turning in several directions, he spotted an old bamboo case glimmering with a soft yellow light among a pile of haphazardly stacked bamboo cases.
That’s it.
That’s exactly the treasure marked on the map.
‘What’s inside? A secret manual? Or maybe a Zhangbo Blade? Ah, who knows. Let me just buy it.’
Im Gang casually browsed through the bamboo cases, made a show of handling and shaking one, then picked up the treasure.
This was the jianghu’s version of random gacha.
“Old man. How much for this?”

“……Twenty copper pieces.”
“That’s expensive. Couldn’t you lower it a bit? How about five?”
“Nineteen.”
“You strike me as generous. Six, perhaps?”
“Eighteen.”
“It’s old and moldy, after all…….”
By the time the haggling ended, I’d beaten him down to twelve copper pieces.
If this were a proper gacha vendor operating openly in the market district, haggling would be impossible.
Those places posted their odds and contents for all to see.
Get caught cheating there, and they’d take your hand.
But this was a fence shop—such things were possible here.
Still, the gacha in this world was cheaper than in my past life.
My already light purse had grown lighter still.
Though I’d never cultivated inner power, my chest ached as if I’d taken internal injuries.
It’s fine.
I’d acquired treasure for mere twelve copper pieces—I came out ahead!
‘Please be valuable. Please be valuable.’
Walking back to my hovel in the slum district, I kept glancing over my shoulder to check if anyone was following.
The life of a third-rate wanderer was this pathetic. But brag about finding treasure among your peers and you’d be a cold corpse before morning—it happened all the time.
Just recently, some fool had boasted over drinks about earning big money, and they found him dead the next day.
Ah…… the jianghu is merciless.
Creak.
I shut the dilapidated door firmly—the kind that would shatter with a kick—and locked the secondary latch as well.
“Huff…… huff……!”
My breathing came ragged with excitement.
I used the Appraisal skill.
Ding!
[An old, moldy bamboo armor case.]
……What?
My twelve copper pieces for this?
I used the Appraisal skill again, unable to believe it.
Ding!
[An old, moldy bamboo armor case.]
I must be dreaming.
Then again.
Awakening at the bright age of eighteen was strange enough as it was.
Slap.
“Well, the pain’s real, so this isn’t a dream.”
I collected myself with high-impact shock therapy and examined the bamboo case more closely.
My skill level was too low—I might not have been able to appraise the case’s contents fully.
I’d experienced this often when I first awakened in my previous life. Between my current age and my old one, I was nearly fifty—memory loss was natural.
“Lock Picking.”
Pop.
The bamboo case split in half, and something small and grayish, like a pellet, dropped out.
I grabbed it quickly before dust could settle on it and used the skill.
“Appraisal.”
[A portioned Chui Jiu Huan.]
“What?”
The Chui Jiu Huan.
The signature spirit pill of the Gai Faction, one of the Nine Sects and Eight Factions.
I’d heard they sold them occasionally when facing financial difficulties.
A portioned Chui Jiu Huan granted five years’ worth of inner power, and if consumed while suffering mild internal injuries, it healed them while granting two years’ inner power.
For severe internal injuries, it only healed the damage itself.
“Wait…… why is my skill so good?”
Eighteen years since my reincarnation.
Spring had finally come to my life.
But then.
“Except I don’t have an inner power cultivation method…….”
Spirit pills required an inner power cultivation method to consume and obtain inner power.
Spring passed quickly, and summer arrived.
Pitter-patter.
Ah… the sky is clear, yet the rain falls.

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