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◈ Our Precious Demon King ◈
Chapter 91: The Hot Spot
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“How much mana do you have?”
“Haah, give me a moment.”
Yu Jia quickly shook off the dizzying rush of joy and excitement and opened her status window.
Class: Archer
Mana: 98
Skill: Focused Fire
“Ninety-eight.”
“That’s quite a lot.”
This seemed to be another high-ranking devil’s territory.
Just one monster had raised her mana by 98.
“Want to try your skill?”
“Yes!”
He chuckled at the eager light in Yu Jia’s eyes.
They were family, after all. It was a relief that at least one of his sister’s kids showed promise.
“Let’s see.”
Kim Junyong searched the tribute storehouse, a dungeon linked to a small part of his consciousness.
It was where all the offerings made at the Mad Sovereign’s altar were stored.
Fresh ingredients and local specialties made up most of its contents, but there was plenty of equipment too.
When craftspeople created a masterpiece they were especially proud of, they would sometimes offer it at the altar. Kim Junyong had no particular use for those items, so he’d kept them safely in storage.
Over the hundred-plus years since he’d built the tribute storehouse, a huge amount of equipment had piled up.
There were hundreds of bows alone.
“This one should do.”
Flash.
Kim Junyong took out a bow.
It was just right for a beginner.
“Oh.”
“Try drawing it.”
“Okay.”
Yu Jia accepted it, looking deeply moved.
This was the first bow she’d held since leaving her middle school archery club.
It was a simple wooden bow.
She’d never tried traditional Korean archery, but...
Creeeak.
Her form as she drew the bow looked quite good.
“How is it?”
“The draw weight’s much higher than it looks.”
“Really? That’s the weakest one, though.”
“Oh, I think I can manage this much.”
After finally holding a bow again, Yu Jia didn’t want to let it go.
“Yeah? Archers are strength builds, so work on your muscles.”
“Oh, yes!”
Things had always been awkward between her and her uncle.
But now she felt the distance between a high school senior and the forty-year-old uncle who had suddenly appeared in her life shrink all at once.
“Oh, try this belt on.”
Kim Junyong took out a leather harness commonly used by adventurers.
It combined a waist belt with shoulder straps in an X shape, an item archers often used.
“Right, armor.”
Kim Junyong began picking out an entire equipment set tailored to Yu Jia.
“Put it on over your clothes.”
“Oh, okay.”
Seeing Yu Jia fumble with it, Lee Mina stepped forward.
“I’ll help.”
“Thank you, Auntie.”
“A-Auntie?”
Lee Mina looked deeply shocked.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re my uncle’s colleague, so...”
“Hahaha, I-I can see why you’d say that. Could you call me your big sister instead? We’re not that far apart in age. I’m only thirty.”
“S-sure.”
As a high school senior, Jia found it rather awkward to call an adult who had lived one and a half times as long as she had her big sister. Still, this was another lesson in getting along with people.
“Oh my, isn’t this the Imperial Rangers’ emblem?”
“Sorry?”
Despite Yu Jia’s question, Lee Mina remained focused on inspecting the equipment.
‘This is Imperial Rangers gear!’
Everything from the armor to the boots, gloves, and hat belonged to the Empire’s mountain special forces.
“Gasp! Th-this bow!”
“Oh, my uncle said it’s a beginner’s bow.”
“Th-this?”
Lee Mina practically foamed at the mouth.
Rangers had their own specialties too.
Lee Mina specialized in close combat, breaking in, infiltration, and escape. But she was also fairly skilled with a bow.
‘Information.’
Fortunately, the item’s information had already been revealed, so an artifact information window appeared at once.
A bow mainly used by forest fairies.
The “Whispering Wind” effect is continuously active.
With almost no air resistance, it offers greater range.
“Th-this is insane.”
It was a fairy bow.
And it came with the active skill Whispering Wind as a passive effect.
The skill greatly reduced air resistance, offering advantages in range, destructive power, and noise.
“I-is it that impressive?”
“Of course! This is an archer’s dream bow! One of my ranger colleagues used a fairy bow, though it wasn’t as good as this one. It was a family heirloom passed down through generations!”
“...”
Was it really that special?
Yu Jia was a beginner, not a returnee. It was hard for her to understand.
Her uncle had handed her a pile of equipment and gone off to chat with Cheon Yubeom and Sasaki. Now she saw him in a different light.
“A-anyway, hurry up and try it on.”
“Okay.”
“Gasp!”
As Jia put on the armor, Lee Mina drew another sharp breath.
“Th-the quiver!”
“What? What’s wrong with it?”
“The capacity’s insane!”
2000/2000
“Is that a lot?”
“Of course it is! Spatial expansion items are incredibly rare to begin with!”
You’d have to be at least an archer from the nobility to own an item like this.
‘No. Even a noble wouldn’t have an expanded space this large...’
Even a hundred arrows would have been impressive, but this little quiver held two thousand.
Lee Mina looked at Yu Jia with open envy.
What would it feel like to be born with Kim Junyong as your uncle?
“Ah! Get a grip.”
“Sorry?”
“Hurry up and put it on.”
Lee Mina snapped back to her senses.
Who was she to envy anyone?
She’d been lucky enough to meet Kim Junyong and become an SR-rank hunter. Other people would be sick with envy over her situation alone. Wanting even more would be shameless.
Yu Jia finished putting on all her equipment.
“Uncle! I’m ready.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Dressed in a tunic and fully equipped, Yu Jia looked every bit an archer of the Empire.
“You look the part. Here.”
“Huh? What’s this now?”
“A necklace.”
It was a pendant necklace set with a large gem.
A barrier that absorbs damage in the wearer’s place
Reflects accumulated damage once it reaches a set amount.
Damage: 0/1000
Lee Mina and Cheon Yubeom’s mouths fell open at the same time.
Put on the market right now, this artifact could fetch hundreds of millions of dollars.
“Stuff like this is all I’ve got that you can wear without restrictions. Put it on for now.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“This should keep me from losing my niece to some rotten luck.”
“Gasp.”
Hearing her uncle speak so casually about death gave Yu Jia a fright, but she soon steeled herself.
Kim Junyong saw that entire shift in emotion and found it admirable.
‘Well, look at you.’
Real talent wasn’t about physical ability. It was about mental strength.
In that sense, Yu Jia’s talent was real.
“Good. Let’s go.”
She was more or less ready to use her skill now.
Her artifacts had given her a whole string of passive skills, but her awakening skill was Focused Fire.
“There’s one coming. I won’t tie it up, so try hitting it.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
Yu Jia took an arrow from her quiver, nocked it, and drew the string.
Bzzzt.
‘Focused Fire.’
The longer she held the bow drawn and focused, the more destructive force and piercing power her awakening skill provided.
‘I can’t hold it any longer.’
The problem was that her physical strength fell a little short of her mental strength. Even with a bow made from springy wood, she lacked the strength to keep holding the string back.
Twang. Swish!
There was no sharp whistle as the arrow cut through the air.
Only the faintest sound of wind.
With a sound like a whispering breeze, the arrow flew across the distance in an instant and buried itself in the monster’s head.
“Skreeee!”
Flash.
Yu Jia shuddered again as a rush of exhilaration nearly made her whole body jump.
“Nice work.”
“Th-thank you.”
Kim Junyong grinned at her excited face.
“Want to keep going?”
“Yes!”
With her dependable uncles and aun... big sister watching over her, the rookie hunter Yu Jia began hunting safely on this battlefield.
* * *
Outside the house, Remi thought things over.
“...”
She’d gotten carried away and walked out.
After acting so cool, she couldn’t just stand around doing nothing.
“Haah.”
With a faint sigh, she headed out.
This was stressful.
She wanted something sweet.
Her feet naturally took her downhill.
The main road lay all the way at the bottom, but plenty of new shops had opened along this street lately. There was no need to go far.
“Wow, she’s fucking gorgeous.”
“Babe, where are you looking?”
Heads turned wherever Remi passed.
And it wasn’t just the passersby.
“Uh, excuse me? The crepe’s burning.”
“Oh! I’m sorry.”
The restaurant owners were also busy staring whenever Remi walked past.
“Honestly, at your age. Have some shame.”
“Haha, sorry.”
Of course, there was another reason besides Remi’s beauty.
‘Special Two spotted on the street.’
Half the restaurants lining both sides of the street served foreign food.
The place looked like an international food fair. It was a huge culinary battleground where intelligence agents from around the world had gathered.
Remi stopped at Mango Tango.
“Gah! Hup!”
Mango Tango’s owner, Wichai, an operative dispatched by the Thai National Intelligence Agency, tensed.
Special Two had appeared out of nowhere at the Thai National Intelligence Agency’s headquarters.
‘H-have we been exposed?’
Just as Wichai wondered whether to run...
“One mango juice.”
“Y-yes, right away.”
Wichai felt their heart drop.
They hurried to start making the mango juice.
Whirrrrr.
Their mind was a mess.
Had she really come to order mango juice?
Despite those tangled thoughts, Wichai’s hands worked with practiced ease, making the juice, unwrapping a straw, and neatly sticking it in.
“That’ll be five thousand won.”
Oh, no!
The words had slipped out from habit.
What was surprising was that Special Two flinched too.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“...Can I put it on credit?”
“O-of course.”
Special Two nodded and walked away.
Slurrrp, slurp.
Apparently pleased with the mango juice, she smiled in satisfaction.
“Phew.”
Only then did Wichai’s heart begin to pound.
As the tension drained away, they finally noticed that their back was soaked with sweat.
The nearby shop owners came rushing over.
“Wichai. What did she say?”
“No idea. She just bought a mango juice.”
“What was that about? I thought she was about to start something.”
“Ugh, she gives me the shakes, always carrying that sword around.”
“Isn’t this the first time Two’s gone out alone, without Special One?”
“It is. I’d better report this.”
There was something curious about the sight of a crowd of foreigners talking to each other in Korean.
To the passing pedestrians, it was both unfamiliar and entertaining.
“Wow, the foreign shop owners must have a merchants’ association here.”
“This place really is hot. I’m glad I listened to you and came here, babe.”
“I told you this place was taking off.”
The neighborhood had grown popular thanks to its many trendy international restaurants.
And these weren’t Korean imitations of foreign food. The street was lined with shops run by people from those countries.
Hansan 2-dong was already famous on social media for its food.
“Wait, wasn’t that girl the goddess of Hansan High School?”
“I think so.”
“Wow, she’s god-tier gorgeous! Did you see her?”
“Oh, I found her account. I’m following her!”
“Send her a DM.”
Even today, the follower count of @↘reme, a social media account without a single post, kept rising.
@↘reme
Posts 0 Followers 12,000 Following 4
Remi looked at the mango juice that had disappeared after just a few sips.
“...”
Nothing but ice.
Wasn’t this practically fraud?
Was fraud enough to justify a beheading?
Should she try cutting the owner down as a test?
Would the restraints activate?
Just then, a delicious smell made her turn toward a hot dog shop.
[American Crazy Hot Dog]
The manager, Hendrick Kuma, drew a sharp breath.
“Gasp.”
“...”
Her gaze was fixed on the hot dogs.
Hendrick Kuma shouted on instinct.
“We accept credit!”
“...!”
Remi’s ears perked up. As if drawn by a magnet, she came over to the hot dog shop.
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