You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ - Chapter 15

The morning after I found out I had become a new S-rank Hunter.
âThere is a way to refuse mandatory service.â

With her eyes heavy from lack of sleep, Jung Da-jeong shoved her phone in my face.
âThereâs the religious exemption, proving you have a physical disability, or other reasonable personal reasons that prevent service. I got exempted from the military, so what makes you think you canât get exempted?â
âYou were an orphan and had to support family members. I donât need to support you, though.â

âOh, so youâre going to quit your job and become unemployed, huh? Then youâre going to have to support me, right?â
âWhy would I feed a healthy man in his mid-20s? Get a job. Arenât you going to work today?â
âIs that really the issue right now?!â

Just two days ago, she was whining about wanting to quit her job, and now sheâs talking nonsense.
I sighed deeply.
Since yesterday, Jung Da-jeong had been like this.

âNormal military service and being a Hunter are different. The government would love to have an S-rank Hunter working for free. And with Hunters, the only way you can refuse mandatory service is if the test results are wrong.â
âYeah, but you could also be a mistake! How are you an S-rank Hunter?!â
Jung Da-jeong screamed, her dark circles deepening.

âYou always got an F in the physical education exam!â
âDidnât you see the video? I wiped out the Ant Monster with one hit...â
âItâs probably a fake! No, even if not, just insist that itâs fake! Ask the boss to help you lie!â

âUgh, enough already.â
I kicked her in the back as she rambled on, making a loud noise with my foot.
âStop thinking nonsense and just go to work.â

âYou think work is the problem right now?!â
âSo, whatâs the problem, then?â
âMy little sister might be in danger of dying, and youâre worried about work?!â
I blinked.

âYesterday you said the S-rank Hunter was lucky.â
âOh, I misspoke. I was crazy. Who would want to push someone into danger just to make some money? Especially their family!â
There are many people like that.

Well, Jung Da-jeong wasnât one of them.
If she were, my new life would have been a lot easier.
I kicked her harder with my foot, pushing her out of the front door.

âJust go to work.â
âStay home today, okay? Iâll take a half-day and be back later!â
âYeah, yeah.â

Bang!
The old iron front door barely closed.
I sighed again.

After staying up all night looking for cases of Hunter mandatory service refusals, I was worried if Iâd get scolded by my boss at work.
At least, it was lucky that Jung Da-jeong didnât insist on using her leave. To be honest, I had a lot to do today too.
First off, I got a call from the Hunter Management Bureau yesterday.

Since my potential was rated S-rank in the Awakened Ability Test, I now had a duty to serve as a Hunter, and they asked me to come to the central bureau for proper registration.
They offered to send a car if I didnât have transportation, but I declined. It wasnât that hard to take public transport to the Gwanghwamun area where the central bureau was located.
But then, an unexpected person offered to pick me up.

Actually, it wasnât that surprising.
I only understood why they texted me to meet tomorrow after they contacted me again.
âHello, Da-on.â

At the appointed time, I heard a knock on the front door.
It was Yoo Han-ul.
Standing in front of the crumbling multi-family house, his shoulders sticking out over the wall, he looked like a toy soldier standing alone on a broken castle. His white hair shimmered in the sunlight.

The hero who once killed me was now waiting in front of my house to take me somewhere.
To me, it was quite a dazzling sight.
âYou werenât supposed to bring the car?â

âYeah, itâs parked down the alley. Are you feeling okay? You look fine, but I was worried because your injury was serious.â
âThey gave me a potion right away at the Hunterâs emergency room.â
âPhysical injuries arenât the only kind. After your first dungeon raid, youâd also have to deal with psychological aftermath. You had your arm nearly burned off, and your body was covered in bruises and poison.â

âNow that you mention it, it sounds serious.â
If I were a first-time fighter, maybe I would have been bedridden for a month. Physical pain definitely leaves a mark on the mind.
âYeah, it was serious. Even I was worried seeing it, and Iâm a stranger.â

âYou still kept texting me even after I ignored your messages?â
âWell, maybe for some reason, my messages were a burden?â
âA burden?â

âMaybe because Iâm too famous, or maybe because Iâm too handsome... Well, I know itâs not the second one, so please donât glare at me like that?â
Even though he knew I felt uncomfortable, he still made plans to come pick me up?
That was fascinating in its own way.

Chuckling awkwardly, Yoo Han-ul scratched his cheek.
âThe Hunter Management Bureau, well, especially the central bureau, has a bit of a tense atmosphere. Iâve been a Hunter since I was young, so when I see someone in that situation, I want to help out.â
Listening to the man who had been a hero in his past life, I tilted my head.

âDo you think youâre a pushover?â
To offer the kindness he wished to receive without expecting anything in return? How has such a person survived in modern society without being wiped out?
âI donât think Iâm a pushover... but, haha.â

âDonât laugh like that, itâs getting personal.â
âIsnât it good when you get close to people?â
Well, from the perspective of a demon, âgetting closeâ is one of the most useless things.

Just look at meâIâve been obsessed with Jung Da-jeong for 19 years just because Iâve seen her face.
âIf Yoo Han-ul is actually in league with the people who attacked me, there wouldnât be a single person in the world I could trust.â
Anyway, I couldnât let my guard down.

Even if he wasnât connected to the current enemies targeting me, if he learns my true identity, he might decide to eliminate me for the greater good.
Just like how I was treated in my past life.
âThe carâs parked down there. Letâs go.â

The car Yoo Han-ul brought, despite being the highest-earning person in South Korea right now, was an ordinary compact car, the kind that could be mocked by street racers. However, the tinting was very dark.
When I asked why he chose this car, Yoo Han-ul grabbed the wheel and smiled.
âThis is a real secret.â

âI love secrets.â
âHmm, then Iâll tell you.â
Yoo Han-ul whispered in a quiet, low voice. My ears tingled.

âWhen you drive a car like this, in this color, people love to start arguments with you. Even when you stick to the speed limit, they honk at you. If you follow the traffic signals, they honk. If you give way when merging, they open their windows and shout insults. Even when itâs clearly their fault. They all do the same thing. If it gets worse, they get out of their cars and start banging on the windows, telling you to get out.â
âAnd?â

âSo, how do you think their faces would look if I got out of the car?â

Theyâd probably think they were in trouble.
Looking at Yoo Han-ul, who must have been over 190 cm tall with a build so big that even his longsword looked small, it was easy to imagine how terrifying it would be for anyone thinking he was just some ordinary person when they realized who he really was. Anyone who didnât know Yoo Han-ulâs face in South Korea would be rare. I couldnât help but smile. It was fun just imagining it.
Naturally, theyâd think the person behind the wheel was weak and try to intimidate them, but when they found out it was South Koreaâs top Hunter, itâd be a different story.

Yoo Han-ul sure had an interesting hobby.
I asked, heart pounding with excitement.
âSo what happens next?â

âI either get an apology or handle it legally.â
What I had been expecting deflated quickly. I sighed and sank into the seat.
âHow boring.â

As a modern person drenched in dopamine and a former demon, I was hoping for a more exciting situation, but it seemed that wouldnât happen.
Yoo Han-ul laughed awkwardly.
âWell, at least after people meet me once, they wonât start arguments with compact cars anymore.â

âIf they see a different compact car with that license plate, theyâll probably vent their frustration on that car. If people are trying to fix their tempers with something like that, they probably wouldnât have started in the first place.â
Humans are animals that naturally dominate when they think the other person is weaker than them. Even if they have a remarkable experience, itâs hard to change their nature with a short interaction. If theyâve been intimidated by a stronger person, they might become psychologically smaller in front of others like that, but genuinely inspiring respect is even harder. Humans arenât machines you can just modify.
âIs that so? Well, I hope youâre right.â

Yoo Han-ul didnât deny or affirm my words, simply chuckling softly.
I found his reaction quite interesting.
Most people would judge the current âJung Da-jeongâ based on her outward appearance and would probably think I was still in my rebellious phase or try to scold me for talking back to an adult, but Yoo Han-ul was neither of those.

Maybe he was just dismissing the rude, unfamiliar teenager he had met a couple of days ago in a form of respectful disregard, but that too seemed rare.
âStill... heâs a rare type.â
Honestly, in this society, itâs extremely hard for a man whoâs achieved this much successâsocially and materiallyânot to become arrogant. Especially in a society like South Korea.

Itâs no wonder that people online call Yoo Han-ul âgod-likeâ and all sorts of things. At 190 cm and with such a big frame, combined with a gentle personality, I never thought such a person could exist.
Of course, saying he was gentle didnât fit a person whoâd slaughtered hundreds of monsters.
âNow that youâll be registered as a Hunter, youâll receive training. By the way, Da-on, are you planning to be a wizard?â

âProbably. Look at this arm. Do you think I can hold a sword?â
I raised my soft, flabby arm to show him, and Yoo Han-ul gave a slightly awkward smile.
âThatâs because you havenât trained. Of course, Iâve seen your combat videos, so I know you have a genius talent for magic, but itâs a bit unfortunate.â

âUnfortunate? What do you mean?â
âI thought it would be great if you came over to the physical combat side. Of course, if youâre not into magic, Iâd be more surprised, but with your genius talent, it makes sense.â
I squinted and glanced at Yoo Han-ulâs profile.

Of course, todayâs Yoo Han-ul must have seen my videos all over the internet.
âGenius talent...â
Could that video really be enough to describe it as a âgeniusâ level?

Maybe for an ordinary person, but any Hunter who saw that would immediately know that magic of that power isnât something a âgeniusâ can easily pull off. Even though the monsters were low-level, that kind of destructive magic isnât common.
Some knowledge isnât gained through talent, but through experience and time. The magic I created was one of those things.
Of course, Yoo Han-ul, being a swordsman, probably doesnât know much about wizards... but at least, he should realize that what I did wasnât something ordinary.

âHe shouldâve at least raised suspicions, but heâs not even questioning it.â
I thought Yoo Han-ul was deliberately trying to hide something.
When he saved me, I had looked like a mess and he couldnât doubt anything, but if he had seen my magic videos, it would have been natural to start questioning me.

In fact, the kindness he was showing me might not be the usual goodwill. After all, we had only met a few days ago.
But... he still hadnât questioned it.
I couldnât help but feel that there was something else going on here. Perhaps it was a form of kindness, or maybe he was trying to keep an eye on me. Either way, it wasnât entirely clear.

Still, it was hard not to feel a certain unease about the situation. Was he truly just being helpful, or was there something more to his sudden interest in me?
I shook my head slightly and decided not to dwell on it for too long.
"Anyway, I should be heading out. Thanks for the ride."

Yoo Han-ul smiled as we reached the compact parking space.
"Yeah, let's go."