Rustle, rustle.
The empty living room is filled with silence, and only the sound of turning pages fills the occasional gaps that seep in.
‘Hmm…’
As Parang flipped through the docunts handed over by Silo, she deeply pondered the role she would have to play from now on.
There wasn’t anything particularly new in the docunts. It was content she had already discussed with Seo Sunwoo several tis, and she had read similar plans many tis before.
It’s not like Parang, the person executing such an important task for a major corporation like Silo, would be checking the plan on the day of execution.
Even the Tang Dynasty army doesn’t plan operations that way.
The more she read the content she had already morized, the more her mind filled with other thoughts.
As those thoughts arose, she read the docunts more intently to divert her own attention, resulting in her morizing every detail of the operation without missing a single letter. In a way, this could be seen as a fortunate outco.
Although Parang herself didn’t think of it that way at all.
Anyway, Parang finished reading the docunts with a complicated heart.
Only a few minor details had been modified from the final version Parang had known.
‘Nothing major.’
She would have been more surprised if there had been significant changes.
Looking at the clock again, it was already twelve o’clock.
Seven hours of ti remained.
To Parang, who knew herself well, sitting still and letting seven hours pass idly seed like a very bad idea.
She was sure she would spend that ti mulling over countless worries, and that would surely not lead to a good outco.
So she tried various things to distract herself.
Mindlessly scrolling through short-form videos, turning on the TV.
Picking up a brush to draw, lying in water to calm her mind.
But none of these yielded any notable results, and her heart remained unsettled.
The consolation was that those fervent efforts had passed two hours, but the worry was that with about four hours left, nothing else ca to mind to do.
Facing this dilemma, Parang finally resorted to the last asure of ‘organizing things around the house’.
Bedroom, kitchen, living room, closet, art room, bathroom…
Indeed, as she did a thorough cleaning and organizing, ti passed well, and there was no room for distracting thoughts.
‘Oh.’
And then sothing caught Parang’s eye as she wandered around the house cleaning.
‘This is…’
A strange chanical device shaped like a crown to be worn on the head.
‘So it was here.’
The first day of Parang’s broadcast, which now felt like ancient history.
It was that ridiculous cara that Shin Yuna had made for her.
That day, everything started when she saved her.
Turning on the broadcast for the first ti, nearly getting assassinated by the world governnt that saw it, making contact with Silo…
If she hadn’t gone to save Shin Yuna that day, what would have happened to this world?
‘Hmm…’
Certainly, it wouldn’t have turned out very well.
Given how Parang is already making waves across all dia, her action of saving Shin Yuna from a life-threatening situation is also already famous.
While most voices praise Parang or express relief, there are also opinions like this:
Parang is broadcasting to raise awareness about the dangers of the deep sea, so wouldn’t it have been more effective if she had let Shin Yuna die then?
There would have been a visual shock effect, and wouldn’t it have been a good lesson for those unaware of the terrors of the deep sea?
Well, that might be partially true, but Parang would have saved Shin Yuna even if she went back to that mont countless tis.
If asked for a reason, there isn’t one.
It’s just that soone was dying right before her eyes.
And she could save that person.
That’s it.
For Parang, that action was just that simple.
An action born from the thought of saving first without considering the consequences, when it looked like soone was about to die.
To begin with, Parang wasn’t the type of person who could even conceive of using soone’s life for sothing.
Concepts like sacrificing the few for the many were all far removed from her nature.
It’s ironic that she, who was like that, now finds herself in a position where she has to directly harm soone.
‘Ah.’
Stop thinking, stop thinking.
Parang shook her head vigorously to erase her thoughts and focused on cleaning again, and when the cleaning was finished, the clock was already pointing to five-thirty.
Now there really was nothing left to do, so Parang decided to leave a bit early and was about to head out… when.
‘Ah, right.’
She rushed back to the bedroom and grabbed a small tal plate she had left on top of the dresser.
‘I wonder what these coordinates are for.’
The very coordinates that Seo Sunwoo had handed her that day in the fancy restaurant.
Those coordinates he had given her, saying she would naturally know when the ti ca that she needed to head there.
She had gone to the location written on the coordinates right after receiving them that day, but found nothing and was left only with questions.
‘I guess today is probably that day.’
Parang tucked the tal plate with the coordinates deep into her chest and headed for Ulsan.
#
anwhile.
Rustle, rustle.
A room trapped in the sa quiet stillness.
A woman sat in a chair with an elegant posture, flipping through a file of docunts.
The Hunter Association President, Natsuko.
Her red eyes rcilessly scanned the thin pages.
‘Perfect. Perfect. Perfect…!’
She too was reading the file prepared by Seo Sunwoo.
A few days ago, when she heard about this plan from him, she was so ecstatic.
Seo Sunwoo had ultimately failed to notice what Natsuko had done.
Completely unaware of the terrible act she had committed, when his friend was in danger of being killed, he had passed on information to save her.
Not knowing that she herself was the most dangerous monster and his mortal enemy.
The plan Seo Sunwoo had given her was impeccably clean.
A plan to eliminate Silo, who was trying to attack Natsuko, and their pawn, Yu Parang.
After that, a plan to use this fact to launch a public opinion campaign, completely bringing down Silo, and for her to take everything.
Of course, it was a plan ticulously manipulated by Seo Sunwoo so that the core assassination operation would not be affected.
To begin with, the plan to ‘deal with Silo’s forces first, then launch a public opinion campaign’ doesn’t make sense.
Natsuko doesn’t know, but Silo already has all the information about the mass murder she was trying to commit.
Even without revealing everything, if just one piece was released to the public, it was obvious that Natsuko’s public opinion would fall to an irredeemable level.
Thus, considering just the hand Silo held, it was completely nonsensical and absurd, but for Natsuko, who was only seeing the back of the cards, it was a thrilling and ecstatic operation just to imagine.
Herself, standing alone at the pinnacle of the world, reigning supre.
Crushing everything in her way with overwhelming strength, standing proudly with everyone beneath her feet.
Natsuko, without realizing it herself, squird in her seat, imrsed in a sweet sensation as if dreaming.
Not even dreaming that this sweetness was the perfu of hell leading her to the abyss.
She headed for Ulsan.
#
Rustle, rustle.
Not far from there. Another quiet room.
A man sitting in an office chair flipped through a file of docunts.
Seo Sunwoo, the Asian Branch Director of the Hunter Association.
He read through the operation plan with coldly burning eyes.
In just a few hours, he would be killing Natsuko.
His closest friend since childhood, the enemy who had completely taken away his life, and at the sa ti, a monster that should not exist in this world.
Igarashi Natsuko.
And simultaneously, himself, who had lost everything in life and had to live solely for revenge.
He was about to go kill them now.
He still rembered the conversation he had with Natsuko when they were young.
“You know, one day I’ll beco incredibly strong and make sure no one in the world ever hurts!”
The friend who spoke of such a noble dream with a bright voice had sohow beco a monster casually planning mass murder.
Seo Sunwoo still rembered the incident from that day.
Inside the burning building, he saw clearly what she had done.
He still vividly rembered her face as she calmly comforted him after the fire went out, having eaten alive the woman who had sworn to dedicate her life to him.
That day, Seo Sunwoo swore in front of the incinerated lodge, shedding tears of blood.
That he would tear Natsuko apart and kill her in the most miserable and painful way possible.
If he couldn’t do it with his own hands, he would at least witness the scene clearly with his own eyes.
‘There’s no use thinking about the past now, I suppose.’
He put down the file and left the office.
There wasn’t much in his life that he regretted.
There was a ti when he regretted even being born, but now he didn’t think much of it.
If he had to pick one thing, well.
Perhaps it would be the fact that he had never been called ‘father’.
He headed for Ulsan.
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