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Chapter 85: 085

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Early the next morning.

I entered the Tower earlier than usual.

[Entering Tower Floor 34.]

-Kwaaaaaang!

-Thud-thud-thud!

-Clatter-clatter!

[Baek Jiho (Republic of Korea: Floor 34)]

[You have completed Tower Floor 34.]

[You have defeated 5,241 Ghouls (100).]

[Points are being calculated.]

[Tower Floor 35 has been unlocked.]

[Returning.]

I cleared Tower Floor 34.

As usual, it took just over thirty minutes.

I killed more than five thousand Ghouls and brought back all the loot.

The loot I got this time was potions too.

Three Reverse-Aging Potions, two Blue Potions, and two clear potions.

I farmed a total of seven potions.

Right after returning to reality...

“Sis! Are you done preparing for the move?”

“No. I'm still packing.”

“I'll help. Is there anything I can do?”

“Move those blankets over there. But do we really have to move this urgently? We haven't even bought furniture yet...”

“I finally succeeded in buying my own home. I want to move in as soon as possible.”

I even forgot to make a post on Hunter Gallery as I helped prepare for the move.

We were moving today, so that was why I had gone into the Tower early in the morning!

I figured I'd put off climbing if I was exhausted after moving.

So I finished my daily task in advance.

As my sister and I packed our things, Hyeji murmured softly.

“Jiho. You look really happy.”

“Of course I do. I'm finally getting out of this semi-basement.”

“Hmm...”

Na Hyeji looked around with an odd expression at my words.

Then she muttered quietly.

“I don't know. I think I'm a little sad to leave.”

“Sad?”

“A lot happened here, didn't it? We were only here for a month, but... I met you here, Jiho. I met Iing Iing, climbed the Tower with you all... Now that I think about it, it all feels like memories.”

“...”

“Of course, it's worth celebrating that you're moving somewhere better, Jiho. How should I put it? I guess I feel both relieved and sad?”

After hearing Hyeji's words, I looked around the semi-basement.

She was right.

This semi-basement.

Hardly any sunlight came in.

The ventilation was poor.

Mold would grow quickly if we neglected cleaning.

The noise from the upstairs neighbors kept us awake at night.

All kinds of bugs would show up whenever they felt like it...

It wasn't a place fit for this noble and great Extreme Lunatic Hell Wizard Hunter to live in.

Even so.

My sister and I had lived here for several years already.

It was the modest but cozy home we had scraped together, with my sister barely graduating from college during the Tower's chaotic period and me working part-time jobs.

A lot had happened here.

Here, I...

Became the Extreme Lunatic Hell Wizard Hunter.

I also became one of Hunter Gallery's favorite regulars.

I met Hyeji and Iing Iing.

I climbed the Tower every day and swept up countless spoils of war.

I also destroyed the living room floor.

Held the groundbreaking ceremony for the Extreme Lunatic Hell Power Plant.

Ran a sleep clinic for intelligence agents.

All sorts of incidents had happened...

Still, I had built many memories here.

They had all happened in this semi-basement villa in Jungnang-gu, Seoul.

I smiled faintly.

“You're right. It does make me feel a little emotional.”

“Right?”

“Then should we take commemorative pictures before we move?”

“Sure.”

“Sis! Come over here! Let's take a few pictures before we move!”

I called my sister over.

Then my sister, Hyeji, Iing Iing, and I took several commemorative pictures together.

-Click!

First, we took one with the utterly destroyed living room floor in the background.

-Click!

Next, we took one with the window Iing Iing had broken in my room behind us.

For reference, my room's window was still roughly covered with a ramen box and tape.

I had left it alone because I couldn't be bothered to call someone to fix it.

-Click!

For some reason, we also took a picture in front of the front door.

Why did we take one there?

I had no idea.

We went around taking pictures all over the house.

It was a shame my phone camera had such poor quality.

Maybe I should've upgraded to the latest model sooner.

“Jiho, your expression is so funny.”

“It's because Iing Iing is pulling my cheeks.”

-Iing Iing!

“Sis, don't you have any memories that come to mind? We lived here for over four years.”

“I don't know... I only remember coming home and sleeping every day...”

“Hmm. You did suffer a lot, Sis.”

We looked through the pictures for a while, chatting noisily.

It felt a little sad to leave just like this.

Fine.

I decided.

“Sis. Let's just buy this villa too.”

“Buy this place? Why? We're moving anyway.”

“So I can build the memorial hall of the Extreme Lunatic Hell Patriotic Chungmugong Hunter Baek Jiho, the man who saved the Republic of Korea.”

“...?”

“You know, those places where they preserve and display the former homes of great historical figures. Wouldn't it be nice to turn this place into one too?”

“...Do people normally do that for themselves? Isn't that kind of pathetic?”

Hmm.

Would it be a little pathetic to preserve my own home as a memorial?

Now that I thought about it, preserving and displaying your own former home did sound a little self-absorbed.

Still, I didn't want to hand this place over to someone else.

“I don't know! I just don't want another tenant moving into the place where my great achievements were accomplished and erasing all traces of me.”

“Well... if you want to, Jiho, we can buy it. I'll tell the landlord we want to purchase it. If we offer a little above market price, they'll sell it quickly. I heard the owner has been trying to immigrate lately too.”

“Okay.”

That was how I decided to buy the villa through my sister, who was also my manager.

After I completely saved King Korea someday, I'd build the Baek Jiho Memorial Hall here.

I would open this house as the memorial home of this great man and let the common rabble praise me!

I was looking forward to that day.

* * *

After that, we moved quickly.

The process was simple.

We stuffed everything into the Spatial Bag and left.

We didn't take any furniture.

We only packed clothes, blankets, computers, laptops, albums, and similar things, so there was no need to call a moving truck.

We planned to buy furniture after moving in.

New wine belonged in new bottles!

Honestly, every piece of furniture in our home was cheap and on the verge of breaking.

Now I could finally escape that bed with springs that creaked every time I moved!

“Sis. Let's try one of those beds that cost several million won. You know, the ones that go, ‘Five stars!!!’”

“Jiho. Stone beds aren't for us... They're for elderly people.”

“Jiye, I know a bed brand. It's a rather expensive foreign brand, but you have plenty of money, so give it a try. The brand is-”

-Iing iing iing!

“Iing Iing. What do you mean, you want us to put your bed in Jiho's room...?”

We chatted noisily as we arrived in Hannam-dong.

Then we immediately moved our things in.

We took the items out of the Spatial Bag and arranged them quickly.

We threw the clothes into the built-in closets.

We laid the blankets roughly in a corner.

We moved the computer and miscellaneous belongings into place.

The person who worked the hardest on moving day was none other than Iing Iing.

-Iing Iing!

With a shimmer, Iing Iing used telekinesis to move our belongings in an instant!

Iing Iing really was amazing.

Even if she didn't climb the Tower and only worked as a moving company employee, she would never have to worry about making a living.

-Iing!

“Good job, Iing Iing.”

Iing Iing raised her fist into the air proudly.

I gently patted her head.

Then a thought occurred to me.

‘I need to reveal Iing Iing's identity someday too.’

It was sad that she always had to hide from other people's eyes like this.

Someday, I had to reveal the existence of Iing Iing the fairy and let her walk around freely.

Wouldn't it be fine to reveal Iing Iing's existence once we reached beyond Floor 50 of the Highest Floors?

By then, Hyeji and I would be strong enough that no other countries could pull any stupid stunts.

Anyway.

“The move is done!”

Clap clap!

I clapped my hands and looked proudly over the mansion.

A mansion with a sprawling garden and an antique exterior.

To think this large and beautiful mansion in the middle of Seoul was mine...

It felt surreal.

“...I have to brag about this!!!”

I had finally escaped the life of a semi-basement with yellow linoleum flooring.

Now I had arrived at an extravagant Extreme Lunatic Hell Premium Luxury Suite Home.

I couldn't possibly not brag about it!

-Click! Click! Click!

I quickly took pictures and wrote a post on Hunter Gallery.

[Post Title: Newbie Hunter... moved today...!]

[Author: Blue Dot]

(A picture of a spacious garden and an antique mansion)

(A picture of the mansion interior, with gleaming marble floors)

Newbie Hunter...

Moved today!

This noble body finally escaped that dark, damp, musty semi-basement.

I have come to an Extreme Lunatic Hell Premium Luxury Royal Imperial Majestic Elegance Noblesse Prestige High-End Flagship Signature River Foret Suite Home!!!

Didn't I tell you all long ago?

That I'd move into a fancy house with gleaming marble floors someday!

To the bastards who looked down on me for having yellow linoleum flooring.

Can you see these shiny marble floors?

What do you think?

Jealous? LOL.

Anyway, now that I've finally moved, I'm going to enjoy a more extravagant life too.

Honestly, it was a little unbalanced for this Extreme Lunatic Hell Hunter to live in a semi-basement with yellow linoleum flooring.

Oh, right.

Since I moved, maybe I should buy one of those robot vacuum things too.

Which robot vacuums are good these days?

Give me recommendations.

└Wow, Blue Dot really moved? Congrats congrats congrats.

└You finally got out of the semi-basement lol. Don't destroy the floor again. It's marble, so repairs will be a huge pain if you break it.

└That house is fucking awesome. Looks cool as hell.

└What, why did you move... The semi-basement was charming and nice... Now that you've gone somewhere so nice, it feels like we've grown further apart...

└I feel relatively deprived. Give me a mansion too!

└What the fuck is an Extreme Lunatic Hell Premium Whatever River Foret Suite Home?

└Not even apartment names are that ridiculous these days lol.

└Blue Dot, could you perhaps tell me the address of your old house? I'd like to buy it and receive its good energy. The location of a house is important, after all.

└└Blue Dot: I'm not selling the semi-basement house I used to live in. I'm going to reopen it as the Extreme Lunatic Hell Patriotic Chungmugong Hunter Memorial Hall someday, so come see it then.

└└??? A memorial hall?

└└What, does that mean we can tour Blue Dot's house?

└└Lmao, that's going to be hilarious. Can we actually see the place that always showed up in pictures?

└└What kind of museum is that, fuck lol.

└└The destroyed floor is still there, right? If you repaired it, you have no sense. That shattered floor is the trademark lol.

└└Lmao, this is hilarious. It's not like he's preserving the birthplace of some great historical figure.

└└But if Blue Dot really saves our country, he actually would be a great historical figure...

└Bloo Dot, I recommend Roborock for robot vacuums. They're the undisputed number one company. It's a Chinese robot vacuum, but it has the best performance...

└└Blue Dot: What? You're recommending Chinese products to the Extreme Lunatic Hell Patriotic Chungmugong Hunter? Do you want to die? Bring me a domestic product while I'm asking nicely.

└└But all domestic robot vacuums are bad... Domestic robot vacuums have lousy technology, can't even avoid obstacles properly, and keep crashing into walls. Their value for money is bad too...

└└Blue Dot: You don't buy domestic products for performance, brat. You buy them for patriotism.

└└Hey, fuck you.

└Choi Yejin: You fucking bastard, I told you to come to Itaewon-dong, but you ran off to some remote corner of Hannam-dong instead. Anyway, congrats on buying a house. Invite me to the housewarming too.

└└What? Is that really Choi Yejin?

└└Looking at the account history, there are Hunter Gallery posts from ages ago. I think it's real.

└└What, do they know each other?

└└Didn't they fight together when they caught those foreign Hunters recently? They must've known each other before that too.

└Pooper: Congrats on buying a house lol. Invite me to the housewarming too, I want to see what you look like... Oh, by the way, I'm Park Gyu. Hi.

└└What, that's really Hunter Park Gyu. His old post history is still there.

└└Why do people who should be stuck on the Raid Team board keep showing up?

└└Blue Dot: I don't want to invite you because I feel like you'd make a fuss about wanting to shit in our bathroom.

└└Pooper: Gasp, you caught me.

└└Blue Dot: Fuck, of course I did.

...

Comments streamed in.

I clicked my tongue.

“Those damned Raid Team bastards! This was the historic moment when this body finally bragged about my extravagant house! How dare they ruin it by butting in!”

“What are you doing, Jiho?”

“I was taking pictures of the house and bragging about it on Hunter Gallery.”

“Jiho, you need to spend less time on that gallery. The first thing you do after finishing a move is go on Hunter Gallery?”

“It's me, though.”

I couldn't resist showing off on Hunter Gallery.

Especially not at a historic moment like buying a house!

Anyway, I was done with Hunter Gallery for today.

“Hyeji. Should we eat now?”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Chinese food is the rule on the first day after moving. Let's order delivery from a nearby Chinese restaurant. I'll pay.”

“Jiho, you hate China, but you eat Chinese food just fine? You say you despise CCP bastards, and you also like martial arts novels... Isn't that hypocritical?”

“Hyeji. I don't hate China. I hate the Chinese Communist Party, in other words, CCP bastards!”

“Isn't that the same thing?”

“How dare you! Real China ended with the Ming Dynasty! Modern China is fake China! It's all CCP bastards!”

“No-”

We ate while chatting noisily.

It was our first day in the new house.

* * *

At that moment, over the Pacific Ocean.

Inside Air Force One VC-25B, the presidential aircraft of the United States.

Within the president's office.

“Soon, I'll get to see this man called ‘Baek Jiho’ with my own eyes. This will be very exciting.”

The president of the United States.

Donald Torumph muttered that to himself.

He continued quietly.

“I heard that young man is the sixth Hard-rank Hunter to come from the Republic of Korea... Our Climber Management Department minister came to me and made a huge fuss! They said he's a Tower climber with the greatest talent in history, one who far surpasses our own Captain David! Ministers always exaggerate. Don't they?”

“...”

“What do you think? Hmm?”

Torumph glanced toward the person sitting across from him.

The figure opposite Torumph was a man.

His skin was slightly darker than that of most white people.

Despite his small frame, his body was packed with solid muscle.

A firm will filled his deep brown eyes.

There was a certain pressure in the atmosphere around him.

“Captain David.”

The man's identity was none other than David.

The number one-ranked Tower climber in the world.

America's pride and North America's hero.

He had joined the trip to the Republic of Korea as the president's bodyguard.

President Trump's words continued.

“I'll arrange a meeting, so take a good look and judge for yourself. See if this Baek Jiho is the real deal, someone with even greater, yuuuuge potential than you...”

“...”

“Or if he's just more fake news from Korea's crazy lunatics.”

At Torumph's words, David slowly nodded.

“Understood. I'll see for myself. Whether Baek Jiho truly is a Hunter capable of breaking through that hellish Floor 50 and conquering the Tower... I'll know once I see him.”

“Great! I'm counting on you, Captain. You're the best!”

“...”

“I'm going to make America great again, David. Make America Great Again!!! I can do it! Why? Because I'm the best! Of course, you're the best too, David!”

“...”

Torumph put on a red hat and shouted.

David turned his gaze toward the window.

In the distance, an F-22 formation escorting the United States presidential aircraft came into view.

Tomorrow.

They would meet Baek Jiho in person.

The presidential aircraft crossed the Pacific Ocean.

Its destination was the Republic of Korea.

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