Things went pretty well.
Although i didn’t know that I was this famous.
“Hunter Yoo Seodam! Did you fight the SS-Rank monster alone because you were worried about your comrades?”
Nope, that’s not it.
“Yes, that’s right.”
But, let’s just pretend that that was the case.
“I just did what I had to do.”
I’ve been told that particular phrase would make you look great if you added those words in these kinds of interviews. It was my first ti saying sothing like that in my whole life but strangely those words felt so natural. In fact, wasn’t most of what I had to say already been decided?
I did it for my colleagues!
I did it because of my sense of duty!
I did it for my comrades, for my family, for my friends, and, for all the civilians!
If I fell down, I thought soone would die, so I never stepped back!
To keep saying lies after lies like that was akin to putting a salt on a banana.
You don’t think it will taste good?
It’s amazing once you try it.
To be honest, Park Songho helped prepare my statent. He was the forr Vice President of the Korea’s branch of Hunter Association.
I rembered him because, despite being an F-Rank like , his position was pretty high. But nowadays he was working as a secretary for so strange guild.
After escaping the Great Rift safely, there were countless reporters, guild officials, companies and other officials that wanted to et . But I decided to et the F-rank Hunters first because I thought they could understand .
Unfortunately, most of them were approaching with ulterior motives in their mind. They didn’t know what I really wanted.
And among all those people, Park Sungho stood out the most.
‘Why don’t you take advantage of your image here?’
‘Are you still saying stuff like that? If you’re done, I’m going to….’
‘I don’t an to use it negatively. By using your image, let’s rebuild the prestige of the F-Rank hunters who have been trampled on.’
‘……….!’
Unlike others, he was approaching for the sake of the F-rank hunters, not for a business-related matter.
So I listened to his advice so that I could know what to say in front of the press. Of course, I did not completely believe in what he said. I also asked so advice from various other people because there might be so hidden aning in what he had taught .
After three days and three nights of extensive research. I decided to go with “I just did what I had to do.”
At that ti I didn’t know.
There were so many F-Rank hunters who had waited for this mont.
The retired non-superhuman hunters, who had been hard by the superhuman hunters in the past were swaying public opinion into their favor using the waves that I created.
Those hunters weren’t directly related to , so my ever-so-high public image wouldn’t be any help to them. Yet, they were still passionately spewing nonsense about F-Rank hunters on all kinds of broadcasts and press conferences.
Besides… I hadn’t said much about the identity of ‘My power’. Yet, the public still made a great deal out of it because I revealed a power that relied solely on talent unlike the other superpowers which 100% relied on ether injections. They also said anyone could learn my ability as long as they worked hard to get the result.
Because of that, there were many people contacting . From a hunter wannabe who gave up their dream to a professional sport athlete and a Swordsman.
I even got a contract offer from a big guild that usually didn’t care about the existence of a F-rank hunter.
Even after all the attention that I got, I still felt unsatisfied. Because I know they wouldn’t have treated like this if not for the power that I had.
If I could, I wanted to make a training hall to teach magic and swordsmanship to those who had been shunned just because they didn’t have ability.
‘But my level of magic and swordsmanship is still lacking.’
I need proper swordsmanship if I want to teach it to other people. Not ‘White swords’ but so swordsmanship that could be organized into a textbook. And for magic, I can get so teaching material from the witch’s library. The problem is, my understanding about magic wasn’t enough to teach it to other people.
My current level was 45.
On the Superpower ranking system, my level was equivalent to the D-Rank. Or ‘Sword beginner level’ in the world of swordsmanship. And in the realms of magic, I am barely a 1-circle magician.
To teach soone, you had to be at least, a 4-circle (B-Rank) in magic. And a sword expert (A-Rank) in swordsmanship.
For now, I would et as many people as possible for networking.
The appearance of the Great Rift bought a lot of profit for the hunters. One could easily increase their magic and swordsmanship level when they raided the Great Rift. Next ti, I would raid it together with so of my most trusted disciples.
I have no intention to lead many people. But I would let my disciple pass their techniques to other people to expand the size of my training hall. The real reason I made the training hall was to recruit a handful of elite to raid the ‘Hell Gate’.
***
“…. Yes, yes. Then I’ll call you again next ti.”
Early in the morning.
After finishing an exclusive interview with a famous journalist from a famous dia outlet, I left the cafe with the remaining coffee in my hand.
The reporter seed to be excited to get an interview from , but in fact, I was more excited than him. When would I get a chance to be interviewed by soone as famous as him ever again?
When I left the café, a cold morning wind was still blowing. But after leveling up several tis, my body was no longer affected by the surrounding temperature. In fact, this wind only made feel more refreshed.
I continued to walk ho when suddenly…
“Stop right there.”
“……!”
That mont.
I had goosebumps all over my body.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
My whole body tensed up. It was an animal instinct in that kicked up. No- it was my ‘Sixth sense (F)’ skill.
Don’t move. Don’t do anything foolish! You must not rebel against him here.
[Protagonist hunter skill has leveled up to LV.3]
[Protagonist hunter LV.3 has been unlocked. Your ability will be boosted when fighting against a protagonist.]
[You have t an unfightable protagonist.]
[Preparing an ergency dinsion escape protocol.]
Few seconds passed. I could barely move my body to make eye contact with him.
A handso young man who seed to be ten centiters taller than tilted his head slightly as he stared at with his black eyes.
“What the? You are not soone from Moorim?”
Only then, I could see it.
#Seems_like_my_dad_is_Dharma
#Modern #Returnee #Dharma #Munchkin #Harem #DailyLife
The hashtag of the protagonist floated on top of his head.
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