Chapter 23
If any of the guild members are here, please tell me.
I’m just a regular office staff, so I might not know well, but
why is Gidan making such a fuss to become the guild master?
It’s been less than a year since they awakened, so it’s still the time they’re growing in power.
They’re a ridiculously strong character who covers even AoE attacks and an elementless dealer, so they’re not affected much by dungeon environments.
Isn’t their battle sense like it was gifted by the gods?
If they grow like this, they’ll naturally compete for Onjurim’s spot—but why are they already struggling to climb the rankings?
[Comments]
Competing for what? Do you see the living legend as nothing?
No hunter doesn’t obsess over rankings.
I don’t, though? o_o
You’re Shin Nayeon, right?
Nayeon, let’s eat together once… why aren’t you checking messages…
That’s “that thing,” right?
What thing? Tell me.
Don’t you know? That thing!
F*ck.
Maybe it’s because they’re still hot-blooded schoolkids.
Oh, so that’s why Gidan goes solo? Don’t want to share contributions? No wonder you never see them teaming up with anyone, not even Team 1.
Is it because of contributions~ or being excluded by the team~
Team 1 is super tight, no rumors.
Team 1’s leader is a really kind person… don’t say things like that lightly.
“Guildmaster!”
“Hmm.”
Grew, smiling mischievously, pulled out a Hunter License from their arms.
“Ta-da!”
Jurim narrowed his eyes.
“That’s the tenth time you’ve shown me that today.”
It had already been a week since Grew cleared a dungeon.
The moment the Hunter License arrived at their house that morning, Grew was completely overwhelmed with the thrill of becoming an official hunter.
“Oh my, Grew’s Hun! Ter! License fell!”
They dropped the license about fifteen times at kindergarten to show off to their friends.
“Sir, do you want to see this?”
“Yes! This is Baba!”
“I’m the team leader!”
Grew even showed it off to every string-handling staff they met.
Jurim, who had stepped out for a smoke, realized this because every staff member said the same thing whenever they saw him.
“Your daughter has awakened. Congratulations!”
“Director, congratulations on the awakening!”
Everyone said that and passed by with laughter.
‘…?’
Why does the whole world seem to know?
Puzzled, Jurim quickly put out his cigarette and blew away the smoke.
He was on his way to grab Grew, who was showing their Hunter License to the janitor.
“Uhihi.”
“Why don’t you just stick it on your forehead?”
Whether Jurim mocked or not, Grew danced around holding the license.
“I loooove you!”
Grew peeked over the desk, head lifted slightly.
“Guildmaster, when’s the next dungeon? Tomorrow? The day after?”
Having received the license, they couldn’t wait to do hunter things.
‘I want to make new toys from dungeon drops!’
Grew imagined selling a bunch of items to give pocket money to the guildmaster and felt happy.
“Guildmaster, here’s some pocket money. Don’t skimp, and buy some dolls too. The room feels a bit empty.”
Isn’t this peak swag-level filial behavior?
However, Jurim just waved his hand disinterestedly.
“Next time.”
“When next~”
“When… it grows a bit more.”
Jurim waved his hand above his own head.
“That’s too much!”
“That’s… 100 meters, right?”
“Did you think my height was 100 meters until now?”
“Ah! 101 meters?”
Jurim sighed.
“A kid who doesn’t even know how many cm are in a meter can’t go.”
“But… there’s a reason I have to go. Grew is a guild member.”
“So?”
“You have to raise your achievements and offer them to the guild.”
“Where did you learn that?”
“I’m not telling you….”
Since living with Jurim, Grew had barely watched the huge, flashy TV and had a strict viewing limit.
The reasoning was that harmful programs couldn’t be shown to a child all day.
Ultimately, Grew was only allowed 1 hour and 30 minutes of TV per day.
If he said he learned from TV, his viewing time would obviously decrease.
‘Hmph. Let’s see if they’ll teach me.’
Grew pursed their lips in discontent, and Jurim seemed okay with it.
“Children are exceptions.”
Saying this, Jurim reached out to Grew.
“Hand.”
“Okay.”
Grew extended their hand, and Jurim fastened a watch on their wrist.
Grew twisted it around, examining it carefully.
‘A watch?’
Jurim said he’d sync it with their phone and took the kid’s phone.
‘A smartwatch!’
Unlike the smartwatches other kids wore, this one was thick and mature-looking. It was light but made of metal-like material.
Since it was an item given by an S-rank hunter, it might be different from normal ones.
‘Could it be…?’
“Guildmaster, can I Miracle Change with this?”
Thump-thump.
“Miracle Change?”
Jurim recalled the anime Grew had been staring at.
The highlight was the scene where the protagonist did a “Miracle Change” transformation. Grew had been watching, gripping their hands in suspense.
The protagonist had lifted a watch-like device on their wrist in that scene.
“Ah…”
Jurim clasped his hands together and spoke unusually kindly.
“Go ahead.”
“Wow!”
Grew jumped off the desk and, after stepping back a little, raised their arm.
Here goes! Miracle Change!
“Idiot!”
Jurim bit his lip.
“Grew, come here.”
“Yes?”
Grew, with a question mark over their head, ran beside the chair.
“Say it again.”
“Idiot.”
“Slowly. Trans-for-m!”
“Trans-for-m!”
“Good.”
After pronunciation training, Grew ran again to attempt the transformation.
“Tran-sform!”
Why isn’t it working? Is this wrong?
But Han Grew, age 4, had seen all sorts of anime.
Using their long experience, Grew began striking various poses.
“Tran-sform! Trans-form!”
Jurim eventually turned around, covering his mouth.
“…?”
He felt his shoulders shake slightly, and heard a clear mocking laugh.
That laugh. That attitude…
‘Liar!’
Grew, on the verge of tears, tapped his legs repeatedly.
“Liar! Liar!”
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
Jurim lifted Grew onto the desk, worried their hands would get hurt.
Grew pouted and lowered their head.
Jurim chuckled softly, pinching their beak-like mouth and asked,
“Are you mad?”
Grew nodded.
“How can you calm down?”
The child rolled their eyes timidly and said quietly,
“Dungeon…”
“Except that.”
Grew raised their eyebrows and clenched their soft little fists.
“But if I just play like a grasshopper, I could get kicked out of the guild…”
“That won’t happen. Go have fun. What a kindergartener needs to do is play well and sleep well.”
Jurim waved him off nonchalantly, but Grew continued desperately.
“But if I’m not needed, I might have to go back to the orphanage…”
“What are you talking about?” Jurim’s face hardened.
“Why do you think that?”
“Just…”
Grew mumbled, pouting.
“Han Grew.”
Jurim called sharply, but Grew just lowered their head and wiggled hands and feet.
“Look here. Why do you think that?”
Grew rolled their coral-colored eyes.
‘I don’t want to say…’
‘If I say “I’m a child who was no longer needed by my previous family,” I’m scared of how Jurim will react.’
Maybe Jurim would think they had flaws or that it was okay to send them back to the orphanage.
