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    • by Cristae — 412 Butterflies of Memory (2) “If you die doing bad things, you’ll end up in a place like this.” Since this was a landscape I’d created with my own hands, I couldn’t bring myself to agree with Han Taekyung’s words. Regardless of agreement. I swung my sword in silence. The forest was, quite literally, turning to ashes. If this weren’t a dungeon but the real world, I’d be sued by environmental groups. Of course, I was only able to set fire to my heart’s content because it was a…
    • by Cristae — 411 Butterflies of Memory (1) ‘No!!!!’ A scream, sharp enough to tear the air. ‘No, no, no… Why? This is all my…’ A voice trembling with tears. ‘I’ll fix it, I’ll fix everything.’ A sobbing that didn’t know where to turn. ‘I’ll fix it all…’ A murmur, disturbingly resolute. ‘So just hold on a little longer.’ Darkness, so thick you couldn’t see your own hand. Even in pain, the grip that held my hand never let go. Warm, burning, and above…
    • by Cristae — 410 Layer Upon Layer of Mountains (3) I’d thought Han Taekyung would just head straight out through the gate. Still, it wasn’t so strange. Han Taekyung hadn’t seen that eel monster. The attack from the pterosaur had taken him completely by surprise. Once he knew what he was up against, with his skills, breaking through wouldn’t be difficult. So maybe he was more worried about the rest of us, stuck with a cute hunter who’d never faced a flying monster before. Or maybe he had a reason to…
    • by Cristae — 409 Layer Upon Layer of Mountains (2) “Get a hold of yourself!” I understood how Robinson felt. My own mind was reeling. I’d suspected there might be monsters in the river at the bottom of the gorge, but that didn’t mean I actually wanted there to be one. A dungeon with three kinds of monsters? Sure. It’s not unheard of. Rare, but there are dungeons with multiple monster species. But as Hope once said, mindless beasts are just prey. If there are multiple types of monsters, there…
    • by Cristae — 408 Layer Upon Layer of Mountains (1) Two hours ago. In front of the dungeon gate. “Did you contact your father?” “Yes!” She wasn’t a minor, but this dungeon raid was being conducted under Jean Robinson’s sponsorship. He was our precious prospective sponsor, so he deserved to be treated accordingly. Well. As both a sponsor and a parent, a call is the least we could do. It’s just like announcing the start of class, isn’t it? The dungeon Jean Robinson had secured was…
    • by Cristae — 407 Admission Review (5) “I thought you’d be coming tomorrow!” Eva Robinson looked a bit embarrassed, but her energy never wavered. I’d seen it in Marseille as well—she was a person overflowing with vitality. Still, the way she kept glancing at me suggested she lacked confidence. “It’s hard to just sit still with that ocean right there.” “Exactly!” For a hunter, it’s better to be brazen like Han Taekyung than to shrink back like that. That’s actually why I brought Han…
    • by Cristae — 406 Admission Review (4) Four days ago. “Wahahahahah!” Han Taekyung burst out laughing like a madman. “Wah, wahaha, kek, kehek, kuh! Kuh kuh!” Then he started coughing, clutching his throat as he tumbled out of his chair. Just when I think about giving him some credit, he manages to ruin it himself. If that’s a talent, it’s certainly a unique one. At this point, I had to wonder if he did it on purpose—dodging complicated matters by acting the fool and slipping away. It…
    • by Cristae — 405 Admission Review (3) Present. “I-I’m sorry….” Eva Robinson stammered out an apology in Korean. The Korean she had hurriedly learned in such a short time was limited. Hello. Thank you. I’m sorry. She wasn’t a tourist, for heaven’s sake…. I let out a sigh. “I, I’m, uh, afraid of d-dinosaurs… is that right?” She quickly switched back to French. Seeing her trembling so badly, whatever I’d been about to say fizzled out. If she’d said she had a fear of…
    • by Cristae — 404 Admission Review (2) Six days ago. The faculty was thrown into confusion over the new student candidate, Abel Kim—Kim Abel. “Didn’t you see it in Marseille? The bad blood between magicians and hunters? When the magicians were fidgeting because they couldn’t get close to Michel, the hunters were looking at them with utter contempt!” Kim Chaemin insisted, relying on what he had seen and heard in Marseille. “I’m not saying we can trust them completely! But there’s not enough…
    • by Cristae — 403 Admission Review (1) “Uwaaaah!!!!” A scream rang out, echoing through the air. Kiru-ruk. The monster, reacting to that merciless cry, lifted its head high. Its rough hide, the beak concealing sharp teeth. The crimson crest atop its crown trembled this way and that each time it turned its head. The instant it pinpointed the source of the sound, its wings spread wide. “I—I’m sorry! Please, spare me!!” “For god’s sake, just shut your mouth!!!” Gritting my…
    • by Cristae — 402 Dining Together (2) “…All of a sudden?” “No, but think about it.” “Where did you even hear that?” When Han Taekyung came to the lab, going on about having a great idea, Hong Seok-yeong hadn’t been there. “Han Taekyung came and told me.” I pressed a hand to my forehead. I’d chased him out, telling him to stop spouting nonsense, and he’d gone straight to Hong Seok-yeong with it? Should I call that initiative or just recklessness… What on earth did he say…
    • by Cristae — 401 Dining Together (1) As I’ve said before, Yangseong High was in a remote place. The nearest city was at least a thirty-minute drive away. Though, calling it a city was generous. It was a town, really—a town. For this reason, and not only for safety, the school was planned to operate as a boarding school. Back when it was a pilot high school, Hong Seok-yeong and other veteran hunters had helped students commute, but that couldn’t go on forever. Eventually, even this area would develop its…
    • by Cristae — 400 The Path of Learning (5) …… I looked at my phone. No sooner had I checked my messages than new ones arrived in quick succession. The following messages were all photos. Dozens of them. Pictures of two elementary schoolers in adorable aprons, covered in flour. The last photo was of them holding the finished cookies. Cat-shaped, rabbit-shaped, each cookie decorated with crooked, cute faces. I smiled as I looked at Uirok with chocolate smeared on his cheek. Whatever had happened…
    • by Cristae — 399 The Path of Learning (4) Over seventy percent of South Korea’s land is mountainous. As a result, most residential areas are built along or upon mountains. The apartment provided by Hong Seok-yeong was no exception. The entrance to the apartment complex was a fairly steep uphill road. It wasn’t exactly hard to climb, but it was certainly a hassle. I clearly remembered complaining to my father about that hill back when we lived here together, begging to move somewhere else. Not long after my…
    • by Cristae — 398 The Path of Learning (3) “I’m telling you, I wasn’t like that.” “The more someone says that, the more you have to be suspicious about their past.” “There’s nothing wrong with my past.” “Really?” “Really.” “Truly?” “…I’m serious.” “Then why won’t my eyes believe you?” My father grinned slyly. “How can you live without trust?” “It’s because I trust you too much that I’m like this!” Hong Seok-yeong tapped his fist…
    • by Cristae — 397 The Path of Learning (2) ‘Get inside the classroom!’ ‘Don’t come out!’ ‘Hurry!!’ The commands were sharp and firm. There was no time to ask what was happening. Woo Hee-jae dashed out to the field, Kim Chaemin following in his wake. Still, those stern words were enough to make her hesitate and head for the classroom, where the Hunters from Dasun approached. They repeated the same warning. ‘Don’t come outside.’ The school staff gathered as well—nurses,…
    • by Cristae — 396 The Path of Learning (1) Yoo Ji-eun was bored. And with good reason—there was simply nothing to do at this school. Lately, there had been more activities, what with the so-called “hobby tour” and all, but… It still wasn’t enough. An empty classroom had been turned into a cute little library, there was now an audiovisual room for watching movies or playing games, and there was even a badminton net set up in a corner of the field. Lee Seung-yeon had put that up, but the ones who…
    • by Cristae — 395 Greeting (4) ‘Come out. Now.’ ‘…….’ ‘You’re not coming out?’ ‘Uh…’ ‘Number 2. Stay put.’ ‘…….’ ‘I said, come out.’ ‘…….’ A cold silence. Without thinking, I gripped the hem of his clothes, and a gentle hand pried my fingers loose, careful to keep the woman at the door from seeing. Slowly, I got to my feet. The hem of his black clothes brushed past my nose. I reached out again, but before my fingers could touch, he moved away.…
    • by Cristae — 394 Greeting (3) “Hee-jae!” Unlike Hope, who radiated clear displeasure, Tati, the dungeon’s fairy, gave Hope only a single glance before completely ignoring her. I thought, since she was a monster herself—well, formerly, at least—she might react in some way, but I hadn’t expected her to dismiss Hope so thoroughly. Was it proof that Hope, after losing those wings, was now entirely human in every sense? If you carried something like that on your back, even monsters wouldn’t see you as…
    • by Cristae — 393 Greeting (2) “Uwaaah!!” Han Taekyung shook himself off with a loud yell, mud splattering onto the ground. “……” I glanced at him, then looked up at the sky. Unlike the pitch-black dungeon, the sun blazed in a cloudless sky, dazzling my eyes. We hadn’t actually spent that long in the dungeon, but it felt as though we’d been inside for ages. I could guess the reason for that feeling, but I chose to blame the least burdensome cause. Humans are meant to live under sunlight.…
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