The Hunter’s Gonna Lay Low

HunterChaEui-jae,whowasdispatchedtosealariftthatappearedovertheWestSea,wasflungoutassoonasheclosedtherift.Whenhecametohissenses,hewaslyinginagarbagedump.

Starving,hewasdrawnlikeazombieistobloodtoahangoversouprestaurant,whereherealizedthathehadfallenintoSouthKorea,eightyearsinthefuture.

Inthisera,disasteralertsnotifypeopleofriftopeningsinadvance,ASMRvideosofslimesgatheredfromdungeonsweretrending,andidlehunterslivestreamunboxingsofA-ranklongswords.

Unlikethepast,wherepeopletrembledinfearofanimpendingapocalypse,thefuturewassurprisinglypeaceful,leavingChaEui-jaefeelingempty.Sincethingshadturnedoutthisway,whynotstartasecondchapteroflifeasapart-timeratthehangoversouprestaurant,ratherthanbeingahunter?

“That’sstrange.”

“…”

“Havewemetsomewherebefore?”

ChaEui-jae’splantoquietlyspendhisremainingdaysastheonlypart-timeworkeratthedecades-oldhangoversouprestaurantgoesawrywhenheencountersamysterious,gas-maskedindividual…