What would happen if someone for whom evil deeds had become a habit was fried in the fires of hell and made it out alive?
“…Fuck….”
The answer was that they would not change very much.
“Goddammit… Seriously, why the hell am I…?”
Park Eungyeom’s daily life had changed overnight.
He was a first-class citizen and a B-rank Hunter. His looks were decent enough, and since his body was his livelihood, he was in excellent physical condition as well. It felt like only yesterday that he had savored the sweetness of fools clinging to him above their station, even as he looked down on them with contempt.
‘But ever since I fell into that Dungeon….’
Everything had turned on its head.
“That man is….”
“I heard he did it all the time.”
“The world’s gone to hell, I tell you.”
People whispered as they looked at him.
“Hunter Park, I heard you were dragged into Black Cloak’s Dungeon.”
“…Yes, well, that’s true.”
“The aftereffects must be severe. Why did you come out instead of resting?”
The Hunters he knew were no different.
“Rumor also has it that all the Association’s requests for cooperation have been exhausting you lately.”
The B-rank Hunter who said it swept an uneasy, irritated glance around the area. He might not know exactly why, but his expression made it clear that he knew Park Eungyeom had been taken to the Association and questioned over and over.
‘He must suspect I’m still under surveillance.’
But the suspicion was not entirely wrong.
‘Damn it, why…