The Reincarnated Hunter Sweeps Up All Fortunes - Chapter 2

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Episode 2
Chapter 2
Im Gang thought he’d wasted the day.
Not that he’d played ball games like soccer or shuttlecock.
He’d passed through the Broker’s Shop only to walk away with a Qi-Restoring Pill he couldn’t even use, leaving him with nothing to show for it.
‘Damn it… damn… Master!’
His master had over twenty years of Wanderer experience.
In all that time, why hadn’t he picked up even a third-rate Internal Cultivation Method?
Heat crawled up Im Gang’s neck.
No, wait.
The fact that his master hadn’t learned an Internal Cultivation Method was purely speculation.
Whenever he asked to be taught one, his master would always sidestep the question.
‘Heh heh. The time hasn’t come yet.’
‘You never learned an Internal Cultivation Method, did you?’
‘Heh heh……’
‘Pathetic~ worthless hack~ third-rate Wanderer~ gah! gah! swing it the wrong way and I’m dead!’
Well.
That was the general pattern.
He’d served as an apprentice for three years but had never once seen his master use inner force.
So it was only reasonable to assume his master hadn’t learned an Internal Cultivation Method.
Slap.
He sharpened his focus with another dose of high-impact reality.
His master?
No point hoping for anything from someone who wasn’t even here.
“But who am I? A Treasure Hunter Skill owner, that’s who.”
He could find an Internal Cultivation Method through Treasure Hunting.
His purse would get lighter, sure, but he’d just have to pay it back later.
A Wanderer’s life was hand-to-mouth by nature.
‘Let’s see……’
Getting by on noodles for ten days should be doable.
Im Gang tucked his hand back into his pocket.
He couldn’t take the Qi-Restoring Pill right now anyway, so he sealed it in a leather pouch, locked it, and hid it beneath the floorboards.
If he carried it around and dropped it, some dog would swallow it.
Never mind strangers—rotten Wanderers with no future were experts at robbing anyone weaker than them.
Speaking from experience.
When he was young, running errands for his master, a gang of thuggish Wanderers had grabbed him and dragged him into the Back Alley, where they robbed him.
They didn’t beat him because he was just a kid, but they stripped him of everything anyway.
Later, it wasn’t his master but the Master who thrashed them all and got double the compensation back for him.
It was the only time Im Gang had ever truly respected someone.
By the same logic, he couldn’t sell the Qi-Restoring Pill either.
If anyone saw, they’d rob him on the spot.
Unlike when he was young, they wouldn’t hold back.
They’d put a blade straight through his belly.
Cursed Wanderer Society.
“All right, let’s go.”
Im Gang left the house.
There were usually three ways a Wanderer obtained an Internal Cultivation Method.
Theft, commission reward, or purchase.
Well, there was also Fortunate Encounter, but that didn’t count.
Because of the formula ‘Fortunate Encounter equals staking your life’.
Im Gang lacked the ability to get an Internal Cultivation Method through theft or commission reward.
If anyone offered such a reward to a third-rate Wanderer, it was one of two things.
Human trafficking or a sacrifice for dark magic.
In fact, Im Gang deserved praise from his parents in the afterlife—weeping and saying “our son turned out well”—just for becoming a Wanderer without falling into crime after losing his parents at age ten.
So he’d pursue the last method: purchase.
How?
‘Buy it boldly from a bookshop!’
A bookshop was a place that sold books.
And.
A Martial Arts Secret Manual was a book too.
Remarkably, for this very reason, martial arts secret manuals occasionally turn up in bookshops.
He’d buy what he thought was a spring treatise, only to discover it contained some form of yin-yang union technique.
He’d buy what he thought was miscellaneous writings, only to find records of yin cultivation methods.
He’d buy what he thought was a Buddhist sutra, only to uncover lost martial arts from Shaolin Temple.
‘If that counts as fortune, then yes—fortune.’
With a map and the Treasure Hunting skill alone, it was entirely feasible.
There were twelve bookshops in Hangzhou; finding one in any single shop would suffice.
He left the Slum and entered the Market District.
Heading straight for the nearest bookshop.
“Welcome. Looking for something in particular?”
“No.”
“Just let me know if you need anything.”
Im Gang ignored the bookshop owner’s suspicious gaze—the one that suggested he might steal a book—and activated his Map skill.
Then came the next step.
“Treasure Hunting.”
The mechanism of the Treasure Hunting skill was simple.
Im Gang merely had to yearn strongly for the treasure he desired.
When he’d first used the skill, it had caught a Qi-Restoring Pill because he’d been thinking of spiritual mushroom and spirit herbs.
Those were ingredients for spiritual medicine, after all.
Though the skill level was still low, it ought to snag at least one.
‘Internal Cultivation Method! Please, Internal Cultivation Method! May Internal Cultivation Methods rain from heaven! Let me have strong Internal Cultivation Methods~ Grant me strong Internal Cultivation Methods~ Overflowing~ Hallelujah!’
Im Gang clenched hard and focused with all his will, but when nothing appeared, he let out a small sigh.
It was fine.
Eleven more bookshops remained.
‘The odds are roughly nine percent.’
Nine percent was a solid figure.
If he didn’t find anything at the next shop, it would climb to ten percent.
The odds favored him.
A truly miraculous calculation.
“Have a good day.”
Behind the owner’s farewell, he caught the muttered words, ‘I hope that wanderer didn’t pocket anything,’ but Im Gang ignored it.
For a third-rate wanderer, this level of treatment was generous.
“…Nothing here either.”
“Looking for something specific?”
“Nothing in particular.”
“If you’re after erotic texts, those are over—”
“No.”
The second bookshop held no Internal Cultivation Method either.
The odds had climbed to ten percent.
Now he was in double-digit territory.
‘How am I supposed to bear this?’
Moments later, Im Gang’s hands had begun to shake slightly.
By the sixth bookshop, still no Internal Cultivation Method.
Something was wrong.
The odds kept rising, so why wasn’t he finding anything?
‘Could I be mistaken about something?’
Was his memory of his past life actually false, and the system window and notifications merely illusions?
No.
Im Gang recalled his master’s words.
—You won’t last more than a few years before you’re dead.
Actually, not that.
—Hah. You think you’ll make a living with swordplay like that in the Wanderer Society?
Im Gang gave up trying to recall his master’s words.
Now that he thought about it, he had no memory of the man ever giving him decent advice.
‘Damn that master of mine.’
Think positively.
As of now, the odds stood at sixteen-point-six percent.
In gacha terms, that was a blessing, and in enhancement terms, it was guaranteed success.
“…This will work. It has to work. If it doesn’t, I’ll have to get branded by my master’s hand.”
He stepped into the seventh bookshop.
And then.
He activated the Treasure Hunting skill.
“……Hah.”
A single yellow dot blazed across the circular map’s verdant backdrop.
Im Gang stifled a gasp of pure elation.
He wanted to shout his joy to the heavens and share this blessing with the world, but he valued his life too much to try.
“Hm?”
The bookshop owner Mark 7 glanced over at the sound, and must have mistaken it for a yawn, because he just muttered something and turned back to his work.
Im Gang exhaled silently in relief and reached for the brightly glowing book.
His hands trembled at the thrill of finding an Internal Cultivation Method, but he forced them steady.
“How much is… ahem. …this?”
“Mm. Miscellaneous stock. Ten coins.”
“Ten coins for miscellaneous stock?”
“That’s already a generous price.”
“But there’s mold all over it.”
A book’s value plummets the moment mold takes hold.
And if it had been left to rot this badly, it was deadweight inventory.
Im Gang pressed the point.
“……Nine coins!”
“How about a clean eight? Final offer.”
“Phew. Eight coins leaves me with nothing…….”
“I’ve lived in Hangzhou for five years now. Do you think I don’t know the market?”
“……So you’re a Wanderer. I’ll take eight coins.”
Im Gang fished eight coins from his pocket.
He clamped down hard to keep from laughing, but the effort came across as a scowl.
Mark 7 accepted the coins with an expression that said ‘suits me, suits me.’
“Since the proprietor showed such generous restraint, I’ll be back soon. I’ll likely need some spring volumes before long… ahem. That’s to say, I’ll be back.”
“Goodness, customer! Do come again!”
Spring volumes cost at least fifty coins or more.
No one knew if he’d actually return for them, but that didn’t stop hope from stirring.
Both Im Gang and the bookshop owner left satisfied with the trade.
‘Get home. Now.’
An Internal Cultivation Method, blessed by mold, sat cradled against his chest.
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Once home, Im Gang secured the perimeter as he had done after finding the Qi-Restoring Pill, and once he was certain of his safety, he withdrew the Internal Cultivation Method and activated the Appraisal Skill.
Ding!
[This is a Great Force Tyrant Cultivation of the Ultimate Tier.]
‘Oh…… oh oh! Oh oh oh!’
Im Gang clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle the scream.
This was it!
This was the taste that had driven me through dungeons in my past life!
Not third-rate. Not second-rate. Not even first-rate.
But an Internal Cultivation Method of the Ultimate Tier itself!
The ecstasy hit so violently his lower half felt ready to explode.
‘Oh…… okay, relax. Finding an Internal Cultivation Method isn’t the end—it’s just the beginning.’
To master an Internal Cultivation Method, one must first sense Qi. Only then, following the Incantation from the method, could one draw in Qi, form one’s Dantian, and——
The most optimal posture for sensing Qi, as everyone knew, was the Lotus Position.
Im Gang settled into the Lotus Position and concentrated.
“……I’ll sense Qi next time.”
He closed his eyes and tried for about ten minutes to feel the Qi.
He failed.
Stray thoughts scattered through his mind: what would he eat tomorrow, could he find work through a Broker’s Shop, would happiness come once he reached mastery.
Only useless wanderings.
But he didn’t despair.
He’d heard even the gifted took days to sense Qi at first.
He opened the Great Force Tyrant Cultivation Manual.
Even if sensing Qi would have to wait, he might as well memorize the Incantations from the method.
“……What in the world is this supposed to mean?”
The first page was nothing but incomprehensible droning, strung together end after end.
It promised he’d gain the kind of force that could shatter stone, which sounded nice enough.
The heart bears the will of the Tyrant King.
The Dantian swallows the breath of Heaven and Earth.
The breath is compressed and tempered into steel.
The breath is ignited and burned in a furnace.
……
“……why is there suddenly a furnace? Is this an Internal Cultivation Method or blacksmith work?”
Im Gang, who had after all graduated from university in his past life, was baffled.
But the incantations of the Internal Cultivation Method were difficult for even a university graduate to comprehend.
He’d obtained an Ultimate Tier Internal Cultivation Method, yet he couldn’t master it.
‘The world has it out for me.’
Im Gang continued reading with a heavy heart.
Even if he didn’t understand it, he figured he’d memorize it first.
At last, he finished reading the entire manual.
The moment he did—
Ding!
[Ultimate Tier Great Force Tyrant Cultivation skill has been registered.]
“Damn it all! Long live the system!”
Im Gang let out a delighted cry.
“……what kind of bastard shouts in the middle of the night!”
He got cursed at immediately.
But he didn’t care. He was happy.
He’d mastered an Ultimate Tier Internal Cultivation Method!
“My apologies. I’ll be quiet from now on.”
He remembered to apologize—just in case someone decided to test their blade on him in the dead of night.
The Wanderer Society was as dangerous as they came.

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