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452 Fragment Collection (4) ‘Huh? I told you, I don’t know. I’ve never seen her. Didn’t I say so last time? If you were Noah, do you think you’d show me your subordinates?’ ‘I wouldn’t.’ ‘If you answer that fast, what does that make me?’ There was no reason to expect his opinion to change at this point, but Alex Hope, with a sensibility incomprehensible to any normal person, remained brazenly confident. Not that I ever expected anything from him anyway. Hope was…
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451 Fragment Collection (3) “Yes… then….” Daniel’s questions continued. But aside from Uncle Chris and Aunt Luise, Kang Tae-woo couldn’t remember much. Daniel asked about life in the cult village at the time. Kang Tae-woo did his best to answer, but honestly, even to an observer, there wasn’t much of value in what he said. Perhaps realizing this himself, by the time the final question came, he seemed somewhat dispirited. In fact— “Uh, so… I might have looked at the…
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450 Fragments (2) Henry Lehmann. Born in Germany. Moved to the United States as a child with his parents. There are records of him attending college, and he worked part-time at gas stations, supermarkets, and repair shops. No one knows exactly when he joined a gang. One day, he simply appeared as the boss of a gang operating across the Americas. His name appeared so abruptly that it took a long time to figure out who he really was. Henry Lehmann had never been caught by the police. Aside from…
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449 Fragments (1) Daniel. A man from some American intelligence agency, whose last name I didn’t know, and whose first name might not even be real. He’d introduced himself in a suspicious way from the start, and there’s no way he didn’t know how that would look to us. So why did he act that way? Lee Miseon said it was a kind of insurance. ‘Not insurance with Hunter Hong.’ The partnership with Hunter Hong Seokyoung was already running smoothly. There was nothing left to sort…
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448 Hong Seokyoung’s Detective Agency (3) We proceeded on the assumption that Noah Michel was behind all of this. Of course, did we have any concrete evidence? No. But as I kept saying, if it wasn’t Noah Michel doing this, it was even worse. If this was a naturally occurring phenomenon, that meant another insane dungeon break like this could happen at any time. So, it was better if it was Noah Michel. There was a kind of… desperate hope in that. “Does the U.S. government know…
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447 Hong Seokyoung’s Detective Agency (2) It was exactly two days after that conversation that my father finally spoke up. San Francisco had stabilized to some extent. There were still monsters roaming the city, and some of those trapped in newly formed dungeons had yet to return. The number of casualties was still only an estimate, and no one knew how many people were missing. But even so, the end was in sight. This was only possible because it was America. Just as Isabella and Robert had…
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446 Hong Seokyoung’s Detective Agency (1) “……”“……”“…Hi?”“Shut up.”“What did I even do…?”“……”“…Okay. I did a lot, actually.” Hope raised both hands in surrender and then fell silent. The greenhouse became quiet. The sky was still dark. Even the sound of insects outside seemed to pause for a moment. The world was still. I wished this peace could last forever. Of course, it wasn’t truly peaceful. Maybe from a hundred meters away it would…
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445 San Francisco Doomsday October 15th. San Francisco, USA. Clear weather. An ordinary day, nothing out of the ordinary. Who could have known that peaceful day would turn into hell in just five short minutes? The first was the Golden Gate Bridge. The suspension bridge spanning the Golden…
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444 Once Again (4) The events in Okinawa were gradually fading from memory. Proof of that could be seen in the bright faces of the French hunters who had come from Okinawa to Korea. They’d brought piles of gifts—chocolates and other treats—supposedly for the Korean students, but their luggage was…
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443 Once Again (3) “Hahaha. Looking back now, I really don’t know why I was like that.” Hong Seokyoung scratched the back of his neck and gave an awkward laugh. I couldn’t find anything to say in response, so I simply watched him. He was laughing, but it was hardly something that could be…
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442 Once Again (2) “Do you talk much with Irok these days?” “Irok?” At the mention of Uirok’s name, Hong Seokyoung’s face, which had been drawn tight as he sipped his peppermint tea, instantly brightened. “Why? Did he get into another fight with a friend at school? He said they made up,…
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441 Once Again (1) “Hyung….” Having just come back from a movie outing with our grandfather, Uirok looked at me—who was struggling to make sense of Daniel’s report—and began to speak, his tone sour. What is he trying to say, dragging it out like this? “What? You have something to say to…
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440 Hunter and Teacher (5) After Daniel’s statement, no one in the conference room found it easy to speak. I glanced around, wondering if I had somehow misunderstood. Even Kim Chaemin and Gamble, who had been carrying on an engineering discussion I couldn’t follow just moments before, fell silent. Even Hong Seokyoung was blinking in confusion, his mouth open in a dumbfounded expression. So… That is to say… If he meant physical removal… “It’s a tricky method, but for now,…
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439 Hunter and Teacher (4) Bolstered by Kim Chaemin’s advice, I resolved to finally face what I’d been avoiding. There was no point in running from this any longer—it would only make things harder for me. Hong Seokyoung himself probably wasn’t even thinking about it. That was always how he was. No matter what I did, he would just laugh it off with a hearty chuckle. As long as I stayed within that embrace, I was safe. No one could touch me, and I could live exactly as my father always said:…
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438 Hunter and Teacher (3) “There you go again, saying something interesting.” Kim Chaemin summed up my worries as something amusing. But that didn’t mean she dismissed what I said. “What brought that on all of a sudden?” she asked, tilting her head, but before I could explain, she nodded as if she’d already figured it out. “Oh, I get it. Teacher Woo, you sometimes give off this vibe that you grew up in a really ideal environment, you know? I think this is just another part of…
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437 Hunter and Teacher (2) Park Seohyun rarely spoke about her childhood. She might have told Choi Jinwoo. Perhaps Kim Chaemin knew as well. But she had never talked about it in front of me, and I had never pressed her to do so. From the occasional stories about her early years or her grandfather, it didn’t sound like those were particularly happy times. Not that she seemed to think of them that way herself. Kim Chaemin had never met Park Nogyung in person. Still, with his influence, it…
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436 Hunter and Teacher (1) "Honestly, it's true," Hong Seokyoung said, not batting an eye. If anything, he seemed not to understand why I was even asking. "Why do you think people accused me of building an army when I started this school?" "...I always thought starting a guild or starting a school was pretty much the same thing." "If it had been a guild, nobody would've cared," Hong Seokyoung laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "Surprisingly, it's all pretty simple. Didn't you say you fought…
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435 Aptitude (3) A good mage. I watched Kim Chaemin closely, trying to discern what she meant by those words. The “good mages” I knew, by the standards of ordinary people, were often those whose personalities could be called questionable. Think about it. Who is it that bestows the title of “good mage”? Let’s suppose a civilian is talking about mages. From a civilian’s perspective, it’s hard to know how a mage truly operates. Naturally, their evaluation of mages is based on…
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434 Aptitude (2) Pyunes and Robinson spoke not only of fairies, but of all manner of monsters and dungeons. They did more than simply hand me information; they even gave lectures for the children. Hunters and lectures. The two words did not seem to fit together, but everything has a first time. Perhaps, in the future, those two might be called teachers or professors somewhere. A working Hunter from another continent was not someone you could easily meet. The lecture was meant for students, but…
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433 Aptitude (1) “A question about Mont Saint-Michel, you say?” Jean Robinson had arrived at the Training High. Even this taciturn man had changed a great deal since our first meeting. He was a better father than I’d expected, and an impressive Hunter as well. This is why you can’t trust first impressions. Look at Noah Michel… she turned out the same way. Not that I’m saying Jean Robinson is perfect. But for someone his age, it’s only natural to have a few personal issues. I…
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