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    • by Cristae 344 “T-this is the master of every forest, the Witch of Truth—Groote Critato of the Famine Crop Clan, Father!” The lord, Romelun, blinked at his son’s earnest proclamation, but soon his gaze softened. “Kerun, the Witch of Truth is just a character from fairy tales…” Regardless, Groo, perched in Kerun’s grasp, thrust his fork at the lord and declared, —I am not ugly! And you, a grown man in such a ridiculous outfit… Are you cosplaying a prince with your love of costume…
    • by Cristae 343 ‘Potato stem!’ After searching for ages, Groo finally spotted a potato leaf and hurriedly braked his tricycle, leaping out. ‘There’s only one left!’ Wicked mutants! Groo pursed his lips like a little duck, pulling out a children’s trowel and gently started to dig up the potato. But suddenly, a sharp sword was leveled at Groo. It was a boy, just old enough to have started elementary school. He wore long, trailing riding clothes and stammered as he…
    • by Cristae 342 Sensing Groo’s displeasure, Mephisto smacked Bailach’s cheek with his wing. “Myu-myu!” (What do you think you’re doing!) “Pii–!” (Pay attention!) “Myu…!” (Why, you little…!) While Bailach and Mephisto snarled at each other, Yurian watched their quarrel warily and focused back on Groo’s words. “Now, let’s go find a camping spot. This way!” The place Groo pointed to was a dungeon he owned. Not only was it where he grew potatoes, but its forested…
    • by Cristae 341 The caster interferes with all settings within their perception. Joorim tried to examine the status window to rummage through the man's mind before her. But nothing appeared before her eyes. Her mana was blocked, unable to even approach him. …The skill doesn't work? "Joorim." On Ijo spoke softly to his flustered younger sibling. "You noticed?" "……!" For a fleeting moment, On Ijo’s eyes shimmered coral. At that instant, as if their strings were cut,…
    • by Cristae 340 Inside the VIP hospital room. Gru and On Ijo had pitched a large tent in the center, making the room look like a campsite. Gru, who had enjoyed camping with her sisters, wanted to share that joy with Ijo as well. Inside the tent, nestled together like in a cozy hideout, Gru and Ijo were playing with toy LEGO pieces. Gru pressed in the final piece of LEGO to secure it. “Tada! This is Gru’s ‘Ointment Factory B’!” “B?” “Beta!” “Our princess really knows her…
    • by Cristae 339 Plink. A tear fell from Alice’s eye. The teardrop slid down the mana stone cradled in Gru’s hands. “…?!” Alice sank to the floor, her tears pattering down in streams. ‘Did Gru mess up again?!’ Gru started to back away, startled. But suddenly— Alice hugged Gru tightly, tears flowing as she kept repeating her gratitude. “Don’t cry, unnie.” Pat, pat. Though thrown by Alice’s sudden tears, Gru soon understood the meaning behind her sobbing…
    • by Cristae 338 “Is it because I didn’t say anything that you’ve come to catch me?” Gru spoke with worried eyes, and Joorim, Ijo, and Kazuki all comforted her, gently patting her head. “No, that’s not it.” “No, no, Princess.” “That’s not it at all, Gru-chan. Alice just wants to borrow the ho-mi for a little while.” “Borrow the ho-mi?” “Yes. There’s something Alice wants to try using it for.” Something she wants to try? Gru lowered her gaze, fidgeting with her…
    • by Cristae 337 Alice Cole searched through her phone and pulled up a photo. The photo showed a child. The child, barely upright while gripping the side of a hospital bed, was striking for the array of medical devices attached to her. Alice spoke with a bittersweet smile. Kazuki offered the compliment warmly, which made Alice smile with satisfaction. Joorim folded his arms and asked gently. Alice answered in a pained, low voice, then pulled a dagger from her…
    • by Cristae 336 Gru was hesitantly reaching for the call button when— Suddenly, the gym door burst open with a loud thud. Everyone turned their attention to those who came in through the door. “…?” Spotting a familiar face, Gru spun in his seat, clinging to the backrest. “Master?” It was Kazuki—and a foreign woman who seemed oddly familiar. Recognizing her, Gidan spoke with surprise. “Alice Cole?” Alice Cole. The top-ranked S-class Hunter from the United States. Her…
    • by Cristae 335 Meanwhile, at that moment. Yurian, trembling in a corner of the dungeon, dashed out the moment the gate opened. 'They were even crazier than I thought.' He had suspected these weren't ordinary creatures, but he had never imagined they'd be able to so easily subdue an SSS-class monster. If On Joorim hadn't come and stopped them at the last minute, he might really have witnessed an SSS-grade fried egg feast. He shuddered all over. ‘No wonder they made me into a Maltese and ride…
    • by Cristae 334 It all happened in a single instant. Dozens of railguns fired simultaneously in a straight volley. Pshoooo— Steam rose from various places. Standing among the fallen monsters was a child, gripping a fork tightly in her hand. Chick Drones hovered around her, as if protecting her. ‘What on earth…’ Theodora swallowed hard. How could a kindergartener possibly take down so many monsters at once? Surely… “So, you’re the hunter known as Fakeclaw.” Now…
    • by Cristae 333 At that moment, the girl flapped her hand at Gru. "W-we have to hurry!" "Uh, okay. I'll be right back!" "Should we come with you?" Wooju asked with concern. "No. Wooju and the others, stay and watch the shop," Gru replied, making sure neither Wooju nor any Familiars would follow. She grabbed the girl’s hand to go, but just then, the girl turned around sharply. "Aren’t you taking that bag?" "Oh, right," Gru said, picking up the bag containing the Filial Pastry mk.2 (S+), and…
    • by Cristae 332 “I already have an idea!” Gru, as if she’d been waiting for this moment, pulled up her cart. “…?” While Wooju and Huyeon looked on curiously, Gru brought out a toy baking set for making pastries. Holding two 9-slot walnut pastry molds in her hands, Gru grinned quietly. “Filial Pastry mk.2!” “What’s that?” “Filial Pastry?” “Yup, Fakeclaw made it for me. If you bake pastries with this, they get special effects.” “Isn’t that…
    • by Cristae 331 The Next Day, at the Campsite. Iromi and Nayeon set up the last camping chair at a spot where the wide mountain scenery could be seen in one sweeping glance. Gru waddled up with a child-sized camping chair and took a seat beside them. Nayeon and Romi, watching with fond smiles at how adorable Gru was, scratched her small chin and showered her with praise. “Well done, our Gru.” “So pretty, so lovely.” “Heehee.” Gru, basking in their affection, blushed and…
    • by Cristae 330 Instead, as Groo hugged Joorim tightly, she pointed at Gidan. “Daddy, Daddy.” “Hmm?” “Dani oppa’s bleeding.” Gidan was streaming a nosebleed. At this, Sergey shrieked in alarm. “Aaah! Gidan, you’re bleeding from your nose!” “Huh?” “You maniac! Get some treatment, quick!” Gidan absentmindedly wiped his nosebleed with the back of his hand. Joorim frowned at the sight. “Did you get beat up?” “Ah, I mean, I did, but putting it like…
    • by Cristae 329 "You, are Mephi's filial health tonic now." Slurp. Mephisto kept wiping his beak with his wings, staring hungrily at him with impatient eyes. "…!" What nonsense is this crazy human spouting? Even before Robali could process his confusion, Mephisto shot into the air. "Beeep—!" Though his form was nothing more than that of a fat chick, his eyes were sharp, like a raptor scouring the sky for prey. "Mephisto! You usurper!" Robali struggled desperately to avoid being eaten,…
    • by Cristae 328 “The boss room… is multiplying?” No sooner had Sergey finished speaking, a tremendous roar erupted. Bang! Bang! Bang! KWA-BANG! Every boss room door was shaking. The sound of rattling and pounding echoed through the air, as if something inside was desperately trying to break free. Sergey, staring in stunned disbelief at the bizarre scene, finally found his voice. “…Are there multiple bosses now?” Gidan bared his teeth in a sly grin. For the first time in ages, he…
    • by Cristae 326 For the first Parent’s Day, there are several steps one must take to deliver an extraordinary gift. Step one! Find out what makes a gift extraordinary! So, what exactly is an extraordinary gift? To answer this, we need the help of someone with plenty of experience celebrating Parent’s Day—someone who’s still keeping up with the trends. A trendsetter. A roulette wheel spun rapidly in On Groo’s mind before coming to a stop. The right person? Gidan! After losing…
    • by Cristae 327 HunterNet Anonymous Board (Photo of Fakeclaw wearing a carnation headband, a ribbon, and riding a bicycle) (Photo of Gidan wearing a carnation headband, swinging a sword) (Photo of Sergey wearing a carnation headband, desperately trying to hide his face) Turned into filial piety villains for Parent’s Day They’re surprisingly good at hunting like that – The Orchestra folks at it again? – Is it for real that there’s one person in there actually feeling…
    • by Cristae 246 “I can’t make toys.” “Why not?” “In my family, only creations that have use and value are considered meaningful.” “What is that supposed to mean?” —That’s strange. Gidan and On Groo grumbled, and Sergey, who had been listening quietly, popped his bubble gum. “I can guess what kind of atmosphere your home has.” Gidan muttered, thinking Sergey might be overlaying his own past and Haruna’s. “That house must be so boring.” Groo joined in,…
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