Shin Se-hee then turned to the group of fans, who had lined up in a formation reminiscent of an "Indian rain dance." These fans were mbers of an online fan club dedicated to Jin Yuha, a Korean celebrity.
With an expressionless face, Shin Se-hee addressed the group. She appointed them as temporary mbers of Utopia, assigning them specific tasks to support their operations.
The first group, Group A, consisted of active hunters responsible for procuring magical stones for Lim Ga-eul, ensuring a steady supply. Utopia would cover the costs. They were also instructed to remain on standby for potential support requests and to be ready to move to the operation area.
Group B, composed of fan club managers and die-hard fans, was tasked with manipulating public opinion and gathering information. Shin Se-hee emphasized the sensitivity of the situation, which could escalate tensions between South Korea and China, and instructed them to morize and swallow the paper she had given them.
Group C, made up of younger fans, was assigned to monitor the mood and movents of the Chinese Hunter Association’s public security hunters. They were to wait near the various public security hunter headquarters and report any developnts imdiately.
As the mbers of the fan club, nicknad the "Indian rain dance," received their assignnts, their eyes glead with fanaticism. They seed determined, as if they were preparing for a final showdown with a demon king. The atmosphere was so intense that it felt like they would draw their swords and follow Shin Se-hee to their deaths if she commanded it.
As their enthusiasm grew, I beca more perplexed. "Is this normal for fan service?" I wondered.
Then, Shin Se-hee turned to Sophia and said, "Sophia, bring it out."
Reluctantly, Sophia dragged her feet forward and opened her Dinsional Tattoo, revealing a large box.
I narrowed my eyes, curious about the contents. Inside the box were files labeled ’Jin Yuha X-File’ in white lettering on a black background.
"Indian rain dance mbers," Shin Se-hee said, holding up one of the files. "As I ntioned, this is your advance paynt."
The fans’ eyes were glued to the file in her hand.
Shin Se-hee continued, "If you perform your tasks to my satisfaction, I promise to give you ten tis this amount."
The fans responded enthusiastically, pledging their loyalty and even their lives to complete the mission.
Shin Se-hee proceeded to call out their nas one by one, handing each person a file. After the distribution was complete, I approached Shin Se-hee and asked about the contents of the files.
She turned to and smiled.
"Do you know what we call fans who wait endlessly for a celebrity who may or may not show up?"
she asked.
"There are many nas: die-hard fans, anti-fans, stalkers, over-imrsed fans. But I call them obsessed fans."
"None of those terms sound positive," I remarked.
"That’s true,"
she agreed.
"These types of fans often cause trouble by deifying their idols."
She paused, looking at intently.
"But it also ans they have a lot of energy to devote to their obsession. If we can channel that energy properly, they can achieve extraordinary results."
There was an eerie quality to Shin Se-hee’s words that made swallow nervously.
"And do you know what words drives these obsessed fans crazy?" she asked.
"What?" I inquired.
"It’s a secret," she whispered, placing a finger to her lips and smiling mysteriously.
"What do you an?" I was confused.
"I just told you the answer to your question," she said. "I told you what’s in the files."
"But you said it was a secret?" I was even more perplexed.
"If you really must know, I can tell you, but I don’t recomnd it," she said. "There’s no need to open Pandora’s box unnecessarily."
At that mont, the fans who had received the files began to scream and shout in excitent. They pressed their faces against the files, their eyes wild with enthusiasm.
I nodded, understanding their reaction. "A wise man avoids dangerous paths," I thought to myself. If Shin Se-hee, the brilliant strategist and operator of Utopia, didn’t recomnd it, there must be a good reason.
"I don’t need to know," I said. "Whatever it is, it’s probably just photos Sophia took of ."
"That’s a wise decision," Shin Se-hee said, sounding genuinely disappointed. "I was curious to see how Jin Yuha would react to the abyss, but I guess we’ll never know."
Sophia, on the other hand, was devastated. "My treasures..." she muttered, her face buried in her hands. I chose to ignore her this ti as well.
"We’re heading straight to Guangdong Province," I announced. "We’ll bring back results that will satisfy Shin Se-hee!"
"We’ll keep you updated if anything cos up!" replied the mbers of Jin Yuha’s Chinese fan club, "Indian Rain Dance," as they prepared to depart.
With their departure, only Utopia and Shasha Fong remained at the location.
I addressed my party mbers, "Let’s travel by car."
"Car?" they asked, puzzled.
"Yes, the Chinese landmass is quite vast. Even with Ichika’s shadow, traveling from here to Guangdong Province would be too exhausting. We might end up too tired to fight by the ti we arrive."
"Who will drive?" asked Yoo-ri, tilting her head in confusion. "Do we even have a car? Should we rent one?"
"Well, I’ll take turns driving with Soup," I replied, glancing at Kang Do-hee. "The rest of you don’t have licenses or aren’t in good physical condition."
Kang Do-hee, with a flushed face, protested, "I don’t drive because I don’t need to! We usually move by space teleportation or on foot, which is faster! And cars don’t work in dungeons anyway!"
"Well, that’s true," I conceded. "Anyway, I’ve already prepared a car."
"What? You brought a car?" Yoo-ri and the others exclaid in surprise.
Without further explanation, I opened my Dinsional Tattoo and revealed a tallic box with a blue button. It was about the size of a school bag.
I pressed the button, and the box emitted a soft hum before transforming into a large, sleek, white truck.
"Wow..."
"Junior! Where did you get this?"
"Hey, Jin Yuha, when did you buy this?"
"Huh? This? I got it as a gift."
Yoo-ri’s eyes widened in disbelief. "From whom?"
"From Lina," I replied nonchalantly.
Indeed, after that incident where Lina had stalked , her assistant, Jasmine, had approached again.
─ Jin Yuha.
─ Yes?
She cleared her throat awkwardly and asked,
─ Ahem! Do you need anything? Now that you’ve revealed my past, I must repay you, as I cannot owe you anything.
─ When did I ask for anything?
─ When you said that... Never mind! Just tell what you want! Usually, you take things by force, but now you’re being so hesitant!
’What’s with this kid?’ I thought.
However, since he was offering, I saw no reason to refuse.
─ Then, can I have a car?
─ ...A car? Are you interested in cars, Jin Yuha?
─ No, it’s not that. For our next mission, we need to travel a long distance, and it’s too far to reach by space teleportation. I was planning to rent one, but if you can provide one, it would be more convenient for our entire party to travel together.
─ ...Hmm, then take this.
And that was how I acquired the vehicle.
’It seems to be quite a good one,’ I thought to myself.
"Well, it seems nice enough," I said, shrugging.
"Don’t just say it’s not bad!" Yoo-ri exclaid, turning away with a flushed face.
"This isn’t just a decent car! It’s the legendary hunter-exclusive vehicle, Gleus 666, of which only 10 were sold worldwide! How many hunters dream of driving this once in their lifeti?!"
Yoo-ri’s enthusiasm was unusual, and I simply replied nonchalantly, "Oh, good. I’ll get to drive it then. But I don’t know much about cars."
Hearing my indifferent response, Yoo-ri bit her lip and turned away again. "That’s why you don’t discuss cars with guys!" she muttered.
Her reaction made feel a bit strange.
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