S-Class Hunter Heals with Monsters - Chapter 187



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187. Detachable tripod

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When Cheon Do-woon arrived home, he stopped.

Number 49 was standing in the yard. Instead of sitting on the floor as usual, he was standing on two legs.

He looks so human, even in casual attire and shoes.

‘No. He is not a perfect person.’

The dorsal fins were somehow stored.

However, the whites of his eyes were still black, making him look like an alien.

The webs between his fingers were still there.

“Oh, this? It’s still difficult to completely transform into a human.”

Number 49 spoke in Cheon Do-woon’s gaze.

“But I still built the bridge.”

“Yeah. I made it.”

“I still have trouble keeping my balance, but my brother and sister have taught me the tricks. I’ll be able to run soon.”

Number 49 laughed. But it wasn’t a laugh full of joy.

It was a laughter filled with joy and vanity.

What if I had just figured this out a little sooner? Wouldn’t that have made a difference in the quality of my life?

I’m glad to have my human body back. I’m upset. It’s good. It’s a shame.

No one can guarantee that you will get back the decades you lost.

The mixed emotions were beyond words.

The yard became quiet. The siblings and Seok Woo-hyuk, who knew how he felt, just watched quietly.

“That’s good.”

Breaking the silence, Cheon Do-woon spoke.

“You can walk now. Like before.”

Those were plain words. Words that looked at reality, not the past.

Number 49 looked at Cheon Do-woon with a blank expression and then smiled.

‘That’s right. That’s good. Why are you overthinking it?’

There’s nothing we can do about the time that has passed. If that’s the case, then we should live well from now on.

Isn’t it simple and obvious?

‘That’s right. That’s good.’

This is where I end up falling into petty sentimentality.

Number 49 sat down at the table smiling.

My complicated emotions won’t be resolved overnight. But my expression has lightened.

It seemed like he had revealed a lot of things in Cheon Do-woon’s words.

“I heard you went to the vineyard. You said you were going to plant seeds?”

Number 49 asked. When he spoke with a cool face, the siblings laughed. Seok Woo-hyuk, who had been watching nervously, also laughed.

“Have you decided where to plant it?”

“I’ve decided. I’m thinking of planting it on Cheonkong Island.”

Cheon Do-woon said as he placed the seeds on the table.

“Of course, it’s still just a candidate. I need to ask this seed for its opinion.”

Cheon Do-un told his group about what happened with the grapevine.

The siblings who heard him looked amused.

“There are two Sky Islands. I never thought of that. When are you going to go find them? Right now?”

“No. I’ll wait until this seed wakes up.”

Cheon Do-woon said while looking at the grapevine seeds.

“It’s a place where you’ll put down roots and live for the rest of your life. I should ask him what he wants. He’ll wake up from hibernation soon. Then I’ll take him to Cheonkong Island and ask him.”

“Really? Diacity’s lifespan has increased a little.”

The group laughed at the siblings’ playful remark.

At that moment, the gate in the yard opened and a familiar figure appeared.

“I’m back, brothers!”

Nam Ki-seok came out of the gate holding a laptop.

“Everyone is gathered here. I came to report to you!”

“report?”

“The Dodak group photo and tea time photo. I was going to post them on the website. It took some time to organize people’s reactions.”

Nam Ki-seok spread his laptop out on the table.

“The internet doesn’t work here. I took a screenshot of the site screen.”

The first thing that came up was an occult site I had seen before.

When I scrolled through the screenshots of the post, a screen containing only the comments appeared.

【Best Comments】

It’s so cute. There are six dodak dogs.

The first best comment was okay.

The complete absence of spaces conveyed the excitement of those who saw the photo.

【Best Comments】

So cute! Is the story of the six dodakise real? Is it a composite? What is it?

The second best comment was also pretty average.

【Best Comments】

Why is there only a dodak this time? And a tripod?

└ Tripod while pressing the camera shutter

It wasn’t until the third comment that there was any mention of Cheon Do-un.

Below that, just like before, there was an endless list of ㅋㅋㅋs.

Today too, it’s a feast of delightful comments.

But the group couldn’t enjoy themselves as comfortably as before.

“The title of the post is ‘Tea Time for TDA Victims’. But there’s no mention of that.”

“The average person wouldn’t know what it is. Most people only react to the photo.”

Nam Ki-seok handed over one more photo.

“But look at this here.”

There was a close-up of one comment taken separately.

-Are you a survivor?

Just one short line comment.

It was short, but the words contained within were groundbreaking. It was a comment from someone who knew what TDA was.

“This comment was deleted in less than 3 minutes.”

There was a moment of silence at Nam Gi-seok’s words.

If they were victims of the same research institute, there would be no reason to delete them. Rather, I would have thought they were survivors, so I would have written a comment and waited for a response.

If you deleted it instead, there is one reason.

“He’s a dirty guy.”

“Is he from the research lab?”

“I guess so. Can’t you find out who wrote this?”

When Nam Mae and Cheon Do-woon asked, Nam Ki-seok laughed.

His face looked like he knew something like this would happen.

“I’ve already found half of it. Before I posted this, I hired several people who are good at hacking to monitor it.”

Nam Ki-seok confessed to his crime with a bright face and confidence.

“What was the result?”

“I was specific about where I wrote it. However, the place I accessed the site was not my home, but the city library.”

“Then you don’t know who wrote it?”

“Yes, but we can narrow down the suspects considerably.”

Nam Ki-seok took out a gold card from his bosom.

“Gold City B_22 District Citizenship. This card requires a body scan, so it cannot be borrowed. Only the holder of this card can enter the city library.”

Nam Ki-seok chuckled while looking at the comments on the screen.

“In other words, the person who wrote the comment is a person from the neighborhood where I live.”

“Good job. That’s enough.”

Cheon Do-woon laughed.

Just being a Gold City resident will reduce the search area.

From there, the range is further reduced to area B_22.

Only the higher-level awakened ones are filtered out from it.

By going through that process, the number of suspects could be reduced to a handful.

In fact, it was already in the palm of Cheon Do-un’s hand.

“I’ve also collected the comments that I find suspicious. There are a few that I find to be a bit subtle, so please check those out and make your own judgment.”

“Okay. Thanks for your hard work.”

Nam Ki-seok’s face became filled with pride at Cheon Do-un’s praise.

A, a bald villain who was blinded by hair growth hormone and attacked Kim Na-ri.

Nam Ki-seok, who was like that, has now become an important member of the Coconut Family.

“Okay, everyone, watch. I brought some snacks. I’ll have them ready in a minute!”

Nam Ki-seok prepared refreshments with an excited look on his face.

Next to him, Kim Na-ri opened her easel and drew Nam Ki-seok.

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Occult maniac Lee Young-ho.

A rich and unemployed person from Gold City.

He went to the site he often visited today.

【People who love the occult】

It’s a site with a rustic name.

But in this regard, there was no place more fun than this.

“Huh? What’s this? There’s a new post?”

In the few days since I came here, posts have piled up.

Among them, what caught my eye was a post with an unusual name.

【Tea Time for TDA Victims】

I don’t know what it’s about just by looking at the title. Nevertheless, it caught my attention because the number of comments exceeded 3,000.

“Wait. If it’s TDA… didn’t something exactly like this come out at the year-end auction?”

TDA Research Institute_The remains of Torai No. 17.

There was definitely something with that name on display. What on earth is it that makes it get mentioned so often?

Lee Young-ho clicked on the post out of curiosity.

Contrary to expectations that an unusual photo would appear, the screen was filled with gorgeous fashion show photos.

“This, this is… Dodak?”

A snowy mountain backdrop. A wooden table with a stool on top.

It wasn’t just one.

There were six Dodak-kis wearing clothes with different concepts.

“Wow, the image quality is amazing. What is this? Is it a doll? A composite? What the heck? Is this real?”

Every time he scrolled down, Lee Young-ho’s mouth dropped open.

The details of the clothes they were wearing were amazing. Their expressions were vivid. The size of each doll was also different.

The image quality was so good that it didn’t even look like a composite.

“What are you watching so interestingly?”

“Oh, uncle.”

Lee Young-ho looked embarrassed when he saw the middle-aged man who came into his room.

Relatives who had been out of contact for over 10 years.

A man who suddenly appeared and declared, ‘I am your uncle.’

Lee Young-ho showed his computer screen with an awkward face.

“I was looking at the Dodak photos.”

“Dodakiz?”

“Huh? Don’t you know? He became really famous because of the Gold City incident.”

Lee Young-ho scrolled down and showed the photos.

My uncle, who had been looking indifferent, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“Hey, wait a minute! Upload the photo again!”

Lee Young-ho scrolled up as instructed.

Below the many photos of the dotted lines, one photo appeared, the real purpose of this post.

-Tea time for TDA victims-

Below the photo was written the same phrase as the title.

Lee Young-ho’s uncle couldn’t take his eyes off it.

“What…what is the name of this site?”

“People who love the occult. Search for ‘Osasa’ and you’ll find it.”

“Osasa… Okay. Got it.”

The man who wrote it ran out of the room.

‘Why is he like that? The more I look at him, the stranger he seems.’

He tilted his head and turned his eyes to the screen.

At times like this, the best way to cheer yourself up is to watch something fun.

“The comments are only about Dodak.”

People debated whether the dolls in the photo were dolls or not.

Lee Young-ho, who saw that, put his hands on the keyboard.

-That’s a doll. It’s Dodak goods that will be released in the future.

Today, his lies shone through again.

I don’t know if it’s a doll or not, but there’s nothing like it to draw aggro.

-My dad runs a goods company, and he said he already signed a contract with that old-time S-class hunter. The Dodak doll will be released soon, so look forward to it.

As soon as I posted the article, comments started pouring in.

-I’ll buy it when it comes out

└ I live too

└ I’ll buy it if the striped suit version comes out

└ I buy everything

Lee Young-ho snickered after seeing the comment.

Anyway, no one really believes this kind of writing.

The person who wrote the article and the person who wrote the comment were half joking. Lee Young-ho, who knew that, stopped laughing.

‘Hold on. Dodak is the hero of Gold City. If you make goods out of it, it’ll sell really well, right?’

Of course, creating goods and commercializing them requires the permission of the person involved.

A formal agreement regarding profit sharing must also be entered into.

An old-time S-class hunter whose name is not even known.

Finding him and signing a contract with him, whose birthplace and residence were unknown, was a considerable challenge.

Although the procedure was complicated in many ways, Lee Young-ho didn’t care.

‘Contracts are Dad’s specialty. He’ll get the contract somehow.’

You just have to come up with an idea. What would be good if you released goods?

After thinking for a moment, he began to draw in his notebook.

“The tripod and stand can be detached… Since the stand is the main body, it would be nice if the height of the tripod could be adjusted so that the main body can stand out.”

He finished sketching over several pages and smiled with satisfaction.

“Okay. This is it! I have to show it to Dad!”

He took his notes and went to his father’s study.

Known as the world’s best goods company.

Lee Young-ho, the only son of the chairman there.

Usually an occult fanatic and keyboard warrior, but sometimes an inspiration to the company’s designers with brilliant ideas.

“Dad, if we make goods out of this, I think it’ll be a huge hit!”

Lee Young-ho opened his notebook in front of his father.

There were tripods and stools drawn in various poses.

* * *

That was three days ago.

Cheon Do-woon looked at the screenshot of the site’s comments and had a puzzled expression.

-S-class hunter, where do you live?

-Please contact me

-Please leave your contact information in the comments here

-Just the email address

-Please review the contract.

-Even if you release the person, you won’t find it!

-Where the hell do you live!

-Please come to us instead of anywhere else…!! We will give you the best conditions!

Among those who praise Dodak, comments calling for Cheon Do-un were often seen.

“What is this? I don’t know if you’re looking for Dodak, but why are you looking for me?”

An exclusive contract for Dodak’s tripod goods. Lee Young-ho’s father’s cry to get it.

That desperate cry passed through the gate and reached Cheon Do-woon.