The Hunter’s Gonna Lay Low Chapter 38

"Oh my God!"

At the sa ti, a giant pterodactyl flapped its wings and slumped down, having been struck in the uvula by the blade. The pterodactyl's neck, which resembled a bird's but had an unpleasant valley in it, was twisted as surely as a chicken's neck is twisted by a double-edged blade.

Before entering the rift, my stomach was churning and my vomit was rising, but after beating a few monsters, it cald down a bit. I can't feel any signs of life, so I'm pretty sure I'm done killing the monsters around . I piled the dragon carcasses in a corner and dusted off my hands.

Fortunately or unfortunately, all the people who had been swept away by the cracks seed to be scattered. Thanks to this, I was able to kill the charging monster without being seen. I stood in front of a dead pterodactyl and rubbed my chin.

It doesn't seem like a dangerous crack, but... I need to reduce the number of monsters.

It would not be possible to save people openly because I would have to hide my identity, but I could indirectly ensure their safety by killing monsters. No innocent person should be hard because I did not do what I could. I bent down, changed my shoes, and walked.

And after a long walk, I smashed 24 pterodactyls and 3 herds of horned bison, then found an office chair with two of its wheels blown off, a half-split desk, and the life-size statue of Lee Sa-young half buried in the ground.

I examined the life-size statue with a doubtful expression. It was made of sturdy planks, but not broken.

"Throw this away or not..."

After a mont's hesitation, I recognized the face of Miu and Gouna, no, I recognized the gas mask. I've seen them so many tis in public service announcents that I'm almost starting to think they look familiar.

Recently, even Ha-eun imitated Lee Sa-young's strange hand movents, and I felt the fear of the dia's influence on children.

Finally, I plucked the hated figure like a radish and tucked it into my side. And after placing the muddy life-size figure upright in the shade under the tree, I tactfully sat down on a broken chair. My body slumped, but my neat face looked quite serious.

The rescue team... will they co?

This is a crack in a temporary surveillance station in the middle of the city. If you think about it in common sense, the rescue team will co. Probably.

Since I have dealt with most of the monsters, the safety of the other survivors is assured, and there is no need for to go and clear the rifts at this ti. All I have to do is sit quietly with Lee Sa-young's life-size statue and wait for the rescue team.

But just waiting for the rescue team... I had a very big problem.

"What about the business tonight?"

The answer is simple: the Haejang-guk has to open at 5 pm.

In addition, I had a very real and important concern. In order to make clear broth, the air bubbles should be continuously removed, but leaving it unattended for longer than expected was more likely to cause off-flavors. I didn't even bother to take the broth off the heat, even though it was over low heat....

What if it caught on fire? I got dizzy just thinking about it.

I turned on my cell phone. The clock stopped at three twenty-five after entering the rift. Since the electronic device was not working, I could not contact my grandmother or check the current ti.

"No.

At this rate, I'll lose my pride in the accident-free and honest operation of Haejang-guk House!

A situation in which the shop and my heart were on fire while waiting for the rescue team. I shook my legs nervously.

Actually, it was the prospect of eting the rescuers that was the problem. The plan Min-ki had co up with, and I had agreed to, was for to register and return as an ordinary hunter on the streets, minimizing contact with other hunters.

However, there was too much of a variable involved, as they were caught in a rift in the middle of Seoul, even with a temporary registry. Presumably, the rescue team consisted of various hunters from the Rift Managent Agency, the Awakening Managent Bureau, and hunters from the guilds who responded to the call for help.

And the Haejang-guk house was a hunter's mill. Hunters of all kinds ca and went.

If there's a hunter on the rescue team who's been to Haejang-guk House. What if he's a regular? He'll recognize the mont he sees .

What are you doing in this rift?

'I know...'

Of course, they will talk about all kinds of things, starting with questions, and no matter how much I hide, they will inform the world that I ca to register as an Awakener and unfortunately got swept away by the rift. At least the regulars at Haejang-guk House will know everything. Just the thought of it chilled my blood.

The Haejang-guk house where I got a job to live quietly is a hunter's restaurant, so I kept running into hunters, eting Lee Sa-young, the consequences of the mana stone and J's survival being exposed to the whole world, and getting caught in the rift when I ca to register for the hunters.

As the bad news piled up, I rembered a myth I had picked up sowhere.

Shit... Am I this year's Samjae?

I can't even ask Nexby because I'm in a rift. My life, which was already pretty ssed up, had been spiraling downward for the past few weeks. It was obvious that it was being twisted from sowhere. I decided to sprinkle salt all over the place when I got out of here.

Anyway, Samjae or no Samjae, I couldn't let my quiet life fly away like that. Of course, thanks to Ma-seok and Lee Sa-young, it is already half torn, but I have to hang the banner "Our Quiet Life is Open for Business"... I had to protect what was left.

I rose from my chair and craned my neck.

Let's make a plan.

The hunters would co to rescue those trapped in the rift, but they were not a rescue team for themselves. So it was much better to assu that there were no rescue teams. For a mont, the insolent face of Very Small Miracle flashed through my mind, but I shook it off.

He's not coming.

At tis like this, it's better not to have the slightest hope. Everything can be dealt with in an unexpected way only by drawing and planning the worst situation. That was the truth I had learned from my experience.

I let out a long sigh, washed my face, and drew a picture on the floor with my sneaker nose. I had to make a plan to escape here with maximum efficiency.

The rift will not disappear until the Rift Master in the center has been dealt with. Since the rescue team's first priority is to save all survivors, it's common for them to put off dealing with the master until the next step. If they do that, I'll be late for the store opening.

So while the rescue team goes in and rescues the survivors, I elude the rescue team and kill the master alone. It's perfect.

I rubbed off the image with the soles of my sneakers. The survivors are all scattered anyway, and the search will take ti. When they ask where I was after the rift disappeared... I'll tell them I was hiding in a corner.

Kill the master as soon as possible, then escape and return to the shop, make the broth, and sell dinner.

I took a short, deep breath as I worked out the plan in my mind and took it out of my hood pocket beforehand. It was a Buddha statue that I had taken out of the glove compartnt of the car earlier.

Even if your clothes get dirty when you fight with your bare hands, it will interfere with opening your clothes on ti. If you don't have a tooth, you have to use your gums. I closed my eyes.

Please cooperate, Buddha.