Veilach shook his head and reached for the remote. Today happened to be the release day for a new C-rank zombie movie on OTT.
It was about a horde of zombie hamsters devouring humans, until a chanical hamster created by a genius scientist appeared to fight back.
'You can't say no to zombie hamsters.'
Veilach clicked on Hamster Zombies vs. Hamster cha, featured on the OTT main screen.
He was looking forward to finally indulging in so good ol’ hamster mukbang via proxy when the opening scene began to roll.
“Ah!”
Guru ca rushing over at the sound and yanked the remote out of his hands.
“Bayee, zombie forbidden, ‘kay!”
“Myeuuuugh!” (Just this one!)
“Beep beep beep beep!”
phisto sneered again, and tears welled up in Veilach’s eyes.
***
anwhile, at ho, Woojoo had frozen mid-channel-flip the mont he saw the familiar chick drone appear at the unveiling ceremony.
Text on the screen read: “World’s First Drone-Mounted Railgun.”
“...?”
Without realizing it, Woojoo sat politely on his knees, fully focused.
The very sa chick drone that used to scribble in the kindergarten dirt was now unleashing so monstrous beam.
Watching the railgun rounds in slow motion, Woojoo tilted his head.
'What did Guru do now?'
He sat there with his mouth agape until the segnt ended, then imdiately picked up his phone to text.
What was your Hunter rank again?
Guru
S-Rank!
Ah this a secwet
Don’ tell nobuddy
You pwomise?
Got it. I won’t tell anyone.
Guru
(squirrel emoji giving a thumbs-up)
Woojoo stared at Guru’s squirrel emoji, the “S” rank sinking in for real.
S?
A chill rippled down his spine as reality finally hit him.
'S-Rank?!'
That was the first day Woojoo learned Guru was S-Rank.
***
Chapter: Veilach’s Star
Ever since the invention of the chick drone that defied the limits of modern technology—
Guru had to follow one more rule:
Never go outside alone, whether ho or office!
Reporters and paparazzi were the least of her problems. She had to be extra careful, because eyes were everywhere.
All sorts of people from untraceable corners were monitoring On Jurim and everyone around him.
That’s why, today’s escort assigned to protect Guru was...
“Why’re you buying a watch again? Just get a mana stone. This makes zero sense.”
Serhi grumbled, chewing gum, as they headed toward the watch boutique in a luxury mall.
Tsk tsk tsk! Guru shook her head.
“Dis watch got da most bestest supuh tech in it!”
She held up her wrist to show it off.
Buying a top-tier mana stone was easy, but enhancing its energy conversion efficiency required highly advanced tech.
Even if you had a superior mana stone, if it only let you use 1% of its power, then the value plumted.
“Aah—”
Only then did Serhi nod in understanding.
Guru smiled proudly at her disciple who always picked up on things fast.
'Can’t exactly take apart the one Oppaw gave .'
She was planning to get a new one just so she could tinker with it.
She might extract sothing useful from it, or get a new idea altogether.
The two of them were just about to enter the long aisle of watch displays.
Guru waved her hands excitedly back and forth, and Serhi suddenly scooped her into a hug and squished her cheeks.
“Uuuuu~~~!”
Guru flailed in protest, and Serhi chuckled—then suddenly glanced toward the restroom.
'Hmm?'
His expression turned unusually serious, and Guru tilted her head in curiosity.
“Oppaw, uwheeeeh? (Oppaw, what’s wong?)”
“Guru, you’re going to that watch store, right?”
Nod nod.
“Go ahead and start picking one out.”
Serhi let go of her and briskly walked off toward the restroom.
He told her to go on ahead, but Guru stood there frozen in thought.
'What’s in the bathroom?'
They did say there might be “eyes” anywhere.
Usually in cartoons or dramas, “eyes” ant—
'An assassin or a spy...!'
Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
It was like sothing straight out of an action flick.
So curious! Guru tried sneaking a glance and tiptoed to follow Serhi—
But Serhi suddenly spun around.
He pointed sternly at the watch boutique. The gesture was sharp—clearly a warning not to follow.
Hmph.
In the end, Guru trudged into the boutique with a sulky pout.
***
Inside the newly opened premium mall—
Ham Honggi yawned wide as he wandered between designer stores.
Why the hell did she insist on eting in a place like this? It’s only been three days since she ca back to Korea.
His old kindergarten classmate, Kang Jei.
She used to run wild with him, until she was practically exiled to the U.S. during the first year of high school.
Even there, she couldn’t stay away from pleasure and ended up expelled, repeating two years in disgrace.
Just as Ham Honggi spotted her and was about to call out—
He froze upon noticing the girl beside her.
The child had her hand resting on the sa watch model as Jei and was quietly matching her gaze.
'...Why the hell is that brat here?'
He rubbed his eyes several tis, but there was no doubt—blonde-beige platinum hair, four—or five—years old. That was definitely his mistress.
'Fuuuck!'
Overco with a bizarre sense of reverence, Ham Honggi yanked up his hood and cinched the drawstrings so tight his face now looked like an egg ghost.
'Why the hell is she here?!'
He was just about to sneak his phone out to text Jei—
When Jei, still locked in a silent stare-off with Guru over the sa product, suddenly snapped first.
“Hey, baby! Why you keep followin’ and grabbin’ it? You know how much this costs? How much?”
She rattled off in a chirpy, mocking tone.
Guru huffed through her nose and glared back.
“Two chousand. Gwuu can wead numbews too.”
“Yeah, well what good’s readin’ if you ain’t got no fucking money? This is expensive, so why don’t you go find yo’ mommy. Got it?”
Her cringy fake accent and janky English, characteristic of rich girls returning from Western playti, was painfully over the top.
Guru stared directly into Jei’s eyes.
“Uuum?”
“...What. What?”
And then, with complete childlike sincerity, she asked:
“But, unnie, why you speak Engwish so stwange?”
“W-What do you an strange?! I-it’s just ‘cause I only just got back. Still adjusting, y’know... slips out sotis...”
She peered down at Guru and shifted back into fluent Korean.
Watching from the shadows, Ham Honggi grimaced.
Maybe she thought Guru was mixed-race or sothing and might be fluent in English.
Guru hadn’t done anything—but Jei still felt embarrassed. She crossed her arms and started sneering.
“Seriously now. This is supposed to be the VIP luxury line? Even brats like this co and go?”
Guru puffed her cheeks, pouting.
Jei glared at her through her sunglasses, arms still crossed.
“What, you think being cute’s gonna get you anywhere? You got money?”
At Jei’s scornful tone, ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Guru’s shoulders trembled with rage.
“Gwuu got monee too!”
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