The Reincarnated Hunter Sweeps Up All Fortunes - Chapter 50

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Episode 50
50
Im Gang stared blankly at the cascade of notifications flooding his vision.
[You have gained Experience Points and grown.]
[You have gained Experience Points and grown.]
…….
Even after scrolling down and down, there was no end in sight.
It wasn’t just his Level that had increased.
Some skills had filled their proficiency bars and advanced in Stage.
……
[Stealth Hand Level 2 → Stealth Hand Level 3]
He had no idea why it jumped to Level 3.
He certainly hadn’t stolen anything this time.
The legacy of the Bone Collectors?
Well, the successors had inherited their will, so it was only natural they put it to good use.
Honestly, those were the belongings of people long dead. It was an old law of the land that whoever found and took an ownerless thing that fell to the ground first became its rightful owner.
Medieval martial arts lands had no theft statutes anyway.
“…Is it dead?”
He murmured a resurrection incantation as a test. Fortunately, the extremely powerful Demon Being—now charred like a sweet potato tossed into embers—did not come back to life.
Soon he felt the weight of his grip on the sword as the Demon Being’s burned corpse crumbled, pressing down on the Demon-Suppressing Blood-Drinking Sword.
Im Gang retrieved the blade while muttering under his breath.
“Hell, I’m exhausted. The Sa Pa dogs were making a commotion not long ago, and now these Demon Cult bastards—who knows what scraps they scavenged that made them crawl all the way from Sin Gang out here. No wonder martial artists don’t live to ripe old age. Or is it wanderers who don’t?”
A charred piece of meat slipped from the skewer and hit the ground with a sickly wet sound. Watching it, Im Gang’s stomach began to turn.
It wasn’t from witnessing the impact or the stench of burning protein.
The backlash from having burned away his very life force to deliver that killing blow was finally catching up with him.
He steadied his breathing, bracing himself for the dizzy pain that was about to crash over him—and then it stopped.
“Ugh… huh?”
The pain had rushed toward him only to vanish cleanly as though washed away.
“……???”
Im Gang didn’t understand what had just happened, but he let it go.
Good fortune with no clear cause wasn’t something you questioned.
And his confusion didn’t end there. When Level increased, some Health recovered and Inner Power rose permanently.
Skill Points also increased by 1, but that was the extent of it. Already-existing wounds didn’t heal. Yet even though he’d thrown himself into the center of an explosion, his skin was only slightly scorched and reddened, remarkably intact.
He tried to check the notifications but had already cleared them all.
“Well. At least I survived…….”
His thoughts stopped there. His body was ‘remarkably’ intact, but not completely. The burns had left him slightly reddened, and his clothes—his clothes had burned completely……?
“…My clothes burned completely?”
The greatest terror of his entire life seized him whole.
Please.
Praying desperately that it wasn’t so, he slowly raised a hand to his head.
Swish.
“Ha ha…….”
…It was smooth. Completely smooth.
It had burned so thoroughly that not even the slightest roughness remained.
He thought it was the cleanest laser hair removal job ever done.
“I… I… am bald……!”
Clang—!
Im Gang dropped the sword in his grip and let out a wail.
No matter that his primary technique now was the Demon-Slaying Blood Scripture Sword and his primary weapon the Demon-Suppressing Blood-Drinking Sword, his true nature was not that of a scalp-shaven monk—he was a wanderer.
A wanderer might have no money, but he had to have hair.
“It… it’ll grow back, right?”
No matter how many times he touched it, it remained smooth.
The old saying went that a monk could never cut his own head, yet Im Gang had managed it quite well (or so he wished).
As he stood there wailing at this tragedy.
“…An explosion occurred over there!”
Rapid footsteps drew closer—he could sense them approaching.
They were Demon Being remnants.
The Demon Beings scattered throughout Bi Dong searching for the vanished Im Gang were converging on his location.
“…Damn.”
Im Gang raised the Demon-Suppressing Blood-Drinking Sword with tears (not tears of blood, just ordinary tears) streaming down his face.
“Weep for me… Demon-Suppressing Blood-Drinking Sword…….”
It was time to vent the sorrow of becoming bald on the Demon Being remnants.
* * *
After clearing out all the Demon Being stragglers.
A notification appeared before Im Gang’s eyes.
Ding!
[You have advanced: your profession has changed from First-Class Wanderer to Super First-Class Wanderer.]
“……?”
The experience from capturing a master at the peak must have been astronomical. Added to that the cleanup of dozens of Demon Beings, he’d leapt straight to Super First-Class in one breath.
Going bald was sorrowful, but this was still good news.
“So I sacrificed my hair as a price and gained the power of a Super First-Class master.”
Im Gang wiped the sweat streaming from his eyes and completed his self-justification.
…It wasn’t a bad trade.
Of course, it would’ve been better if he still had his hair and had become Super First-Class.
Either way, his head was already smooth as a stone. He decided to think positively. Hair would grow back. No—it absolutely had to grow back. If it didn’t, he didn’t want to think about what he might do.
After finding presentable clothes and dressing himself in a riot of colors, he left Bi Dong, unable to bear staying in that godforsaken place any longer.
“A-a Demon Being!”
The moment he stepped out of Bi Dong, someone’s voice rang out.
It was Hao Wen Moon Do, who’d guided him earlier.
“I’m not a Demon Being.”
“…Then a fallen monk?”
“Just because I’m bald doesn’t make everyone a fallen monk!”
Im Gang considered slicing that big mouth off with the Demon-Suppressing Blood-Drinking Sword.
He really did only consider it.
Stepping out of Bi Dong, which still radiated heat from all the explosions, the bitter winter wind lashed his bare scalp mercilessly.
To protect his skin, he tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it around his head.
‘…Ah, so cold, so cold.’
So this was how cold it got without hair.
He’d never truly appreciated the value of hair until now.
“Excuse me—are you perhaps the Unnamed Sword Guest?”
“…Yeah. How long has it been since I entered Bi Dong?”
“About a day has passed.”
It felt like several days, but only a day had gone by.
It was truly a spectacular day.
If he continued living each day with such density, every moment would be meaningful.
“Ah. I want to eat some radish kimchi.”
“…What is radish kimchi?”
“It’s another kind, bachelor’s kimchi.”
“……? Bachelor’s?”
While Hao Wen Moon Do stood bewildered, Im Gang swept the surroundings with his Qi Sensing. Aside from wild beasts and birds, he felt nothing.
“Did you come alone?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good. I’m single too.”
“……?”
Im Gang nodded and moved his hand.
And.
Crack!
He seized Hao Wen Moon Do by the throat.
“Agh! Agh!”
“Is the Demon Cult’s spy in Hao Wen just you alone?”
“Gah…! Gah……!”
“Answer.”
“Gah……!”
Hao Wen Moon Do only gurgled as his face flushed crimson.
Asking for an answer while choking seemed unreasonable after all. His face shifted from scarlet to a ghastly blue. As his eyes began to roll back, Im Gang released the pressure slightly.
In that instant.
Whoosh!
Hao Wen Moon Do launched a counterattack. With a short dagger hidden in his sleeve, he drove it upward toward Im Gang’s jaw. It was a move so swift and lethal that most martial artists wouldn’t have time to react.
“…But I’m not most martial artists.”
The dagger stopped just short of Im Gang’s chin.
He barely grazed her.
The sharp point failed to draw even a scratch on her skin.
“……?!”
Hao Wen Moon Do’s eyes went wide.
“It’s not Body Protection Hardening Qi.”
Im Gang explained, dissolving the confusion. But then—why hadn’t the dagger even scratched her? The answer was breathtakingly simple.
Im Gang’s other hand had already seized Moon Do’s wrist.
Though that wasn’t the whole of it.
There was also her Reaction Technique, and the layer of Inner Power wrapped around her skin.
“And I’m no ordinary martial artist.”
“……???”
“Super. First. Class.”
Im Gang enunciated each word with deliberate precision.
“Do you know who I am? Super. First. Class.”
“Ma… mad……!”
“Come on, repeat after me. Super. First. Class.”
Moon Do’s face went ashen. This wasn’t just madness—it was genuine, unhinged derangement. The kind of frenzy you only ever encountered in those who’d mastered demonic arts.
“Y-you’ve learned demonic techniques! There’s no other way……!”
As Hao Wen Moon Do cried out in desperation, Im Gang’s brow twitched.
Demonic techniques—how dare he.
The Demon-Slaying Blood Scripture Sword and the Demon-Suppressing Blood-Drinking Sword were arts designed to cut down and suppress demons. They were the furthest thing from demonic cultivation in existence.
And yet he dared call it demonic.
In her fury, Im Gang threw a punch before he could even finish speaking.
Thud!
It was a clean, economical liver shot—textbook precision.
“Gwahhhk—!”
Moon Do vomited up everything in his stomach.
“Did you really just say I’ve learned demonic arts? Want to taste my blade some more?”
“……! I-I’m so sorry! I misspoke……!”
“All right then. Tell me again. What am I?”
“S-super first-class?!”
“Hmph.”
Im Gang’s expression remained sullen.
“…Doesn’t ring true. Still, I’ll let it slide for now.”
Muttering to herself with that same sour look, Im Gang tossed Moon Do a “passing necklace.”
Of course, it was no real necklace.
She hurled the Underworld Respect Pressure at him.
…Thump.
Moon Do crumpled to the ground.
He couldn’t bear the weight of the passing necklace.
* * *
Im Gang decided to rest for a while.
She was far too exhausted to head straight back to Hang Zhou.
The Demon Beings seemed to have paid no attention to the camp, and the one they’d set up before entering Bi Dong remained intact, much to her surprise.
The unconscious Hao Wen Moon Do, drawing on memories from her past life, was bound tightly to a tree with rope.
She’d trussed his entire body in a turtle-shell configuration, bending his arms and legs backward—escape would be nearly impossible.
“Mm. With Inner Power, at least he won’t freeze to death.”
Winter or not, any martial artist could endure the cold to some degree through their Inner Power.
“…If he freezes anyway, well, that’s just his luck.”
Murmuring this, Im Gang settled herself before the campfire and began her Qi Circulation and Breathing.
Her Inner Power accumulated slowly, and her weary body recovered by degrees.
She’d snatched only brief snatches of sleep while clearing out the interior of Bi Dong. By sheer fatigue alone, she could’ve slept for days. Yet she couldn’t afford to.
Demon Beings or filthy bat creatures could appear at any moment. And more than that—there might still be more Demon Beings left inside Bi Dong.
After finishing her Qi Circulation and Breathing, she turned Moon Do’s unconsciousness from feigned into genuine, then dragged him along like so much cargo.
“Wait. I could just make him walk on his own, couldn’t I?”
“Ahhhhh!”
Walking required nothing but sound legs.
She hadn’t severed them.
If she had, he might’ve bled out or frozen to death.
And days later.
Hang Zhou had been turned upside down.

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