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◈ The Seven-Time Hero Goes Live ◈
Chapter 7: Modern Fantasy (1)
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Sure, things like that could happen if you were lucky.
You could dodge a motorcycle speeding along at 180 kilometers an hour, score fifteen goals every time you played soccer, develop a six-pack without ever working out, or miss a bus and run to the next stop faster than it.
But...
What about someone who could smash through a building wall with one punch?
'That isn't human, is it?'
Wasn't this beyond the realm of mere luck?
It was power beyond the human world.
'I'd sort of felt it already...'
Jun-il knew, too.
His physical abilities had been steadily improving.
He had simply assumed that, after his long life as a hero, his brain's neural networks were somehow activating his muscles properly. That was his rough, humanities-major imagination at work.
But this was not something that could be explained at that level.
Jun-il walked over and touched the hole in the exterior wall.
He could see a tiny bit of the outside through it.
'Damn it.'
The hot midsummer breeze drifted in.
'...Where am I supposed to sleep?'
He now faced a more practical problem.
His home's insulation was completely ruined.
* * *
Jun-il hurried out of the house while making a call.
“Yes. A wall suddenly got punched through. Ah... I mean, I was surprised too. I was moving some exercise equipment, and then... Yes, haha.”
It was the owner of his rental.
They had only spoken on the phone a few times, but fortunately, the man was easy to talk to. Since Jun-il had offered to pay for the damages himself, there was no reason for the owner to make a big deal of it.
Of course...
“Good grief. This... won't be fixed in a day. It's pretty serious, kid. What on earth did you do?”
As the technician sighed and inspected the damage, it became clear that this would not be resolved quickly.
“Right? How did this even get punched through? Haha.”
“You weren't making explosives with a 3D printer or something, were you? I hear some kids do that these days.”
Explosives?
Apparently, that was how destructive it looked to the technician.
Jun-il unconsciously looked down at his fist.
It was perfectly clean, without even a scratch.
Anyone else would have been shocked at that point, but Jun-il had an idea.
'Did I... use mana?'
He had wrapped mana around his fist when he threw the punch.
His fist had not truly been what struck the wall. It had only been the medium.
That was why even a punch thrown from such close range had such explosive power.
In technical terms, it was a kind of explosive release of force.
Of course, Jun-il, or rather, Yulian, simply called it Mana Punch.
“Hey, Yulian. You really have no talent for this.”
On his first run, he had struggled terribly to learn it and taken a brutal verbal beating from Tou, the martial artist.
'Tou... I've improved this much.'
Jun-il gave a bitter smile as he looked at the broken wall.
The technician sighed, measured various spots with a ruler, and took pictures. Apparently, the technician needed to report it to the boss.
“For now, I'll cover it with Styrofoam and duct tape. I can't guarantee the insulation, but bugs and wind won't get in.”
Riiip.
The hole was covered with silver tape.
“We'll begin the actual repairs tomorrow.”
Thunk.
After the technician left, Jun-il stared blankly at the wall patched with tape.
'Should I move?'
Since things had come to this, should he move?
'I'm going to buy a house anyway, aren't I?'
That was right.
Jun-il could buy a house.
The hole in the exterior wall had upset him for a moment, but this was actually a good thing.
He could just buy a house!
'This is Lucky Vicky, right?'
After checking the listings, Jun-il grabbed the documents he needed and hurried out.
* * *
“That one's 2.4 billion won now.”
Jun-il had just arrived at the real estate agency when he received news like a bolt from the blue.
“...What?”
What was that supposed to mean?
It had definitely been 2.2 billion won.
How could that make sense?
“And someone just put down a provisional deposit on it before leaving.”
“Just now?”
“The couple who just went out.”
Jun-il blankly watched the couple beyond the agency's glass door.
They climbed into their car with happy smiles on their faces.
'Isn't this a scam?'
After nearly thirty years as a hero, Jun-il had been scammed in every conceivable way.
Checking everything carefully had become a habit.
He opened his phone and went into the real estate app.
[Under Contract]
Damn it.
It was real.
The price had even actually gone up.
It was 2.4 billion won.
'Fuck... Seoul real estate is tougher than the Demon King.'
The agency owner spoke as if to comfort him.
“There are other listings if we keep looking. Want me to recommend something similar?”
“...Ah, yes.”
“Your parents aren't coming with you?”
“I'm buying it for myself.”
“Ah... You look so young. People usually don't buy homes this expensive.”
Plunk.
The owner set down a cup of instant coffee and asked,
“What do you do for a living?”
“I...”
I'm a hero.
He almost said it.
“I'm a professional. I also invest a little.”
“Crypto and stuff?”
“Ah, yes.”
“I heard young people make a lot of money from that these days. Goodness, that's impressive. Looking at homes like this already. Just a moment...”
Tap, clatter-clatter-clatter.
The owner searched for something on the computer, then asked,
“It isn't south-facing. Is that okay?”
“South-facing... I'd prefer south-facing...”
The house Jun-il had always dreamed of was south-facing.
A home filled with warm sunlight.
“Then it'll be 2.4 billion won. You said you came to see one for 2.2 billion.”
“I still want south-facing.”
Jun-il squeezed his eyes shut and told the owner to find him one.
'Whatever. I'll do the hero thing one more time. It isn't that much of a difference anyway.'
He had a feeling that he needed to buy now or he would miss his chance.
“There is one with a Han River view and southern exposure for 2.45 billion won. Want to see it?”
* * *
Beep-beep-beep.
The owner entered the password and went inside.
The home was empty.
It was a clean, natural-toned new apartment with some interior work already done.
A 34-pyeong unit. South-facing. Han River view.
It was the kind of apartment newlywed couples dreamed of.
'Wow...'
As the curtains opened to reveal the beautiful view, Jun-il's eyes widened.
He had spent thirty years as a hero, but there had been no Han River-view apartments there.
This was the first time in his life he had ever seen one.
“...I'll sign.”
“This is the living room, and if you come this way, there's the kitchen with these built-in options... Huh? What did you say?”
“I'll sign.”
“Y-you already want to?”
There was nothing else to see.
It was a new build, so he could just file a claim if there were defects.
And he had researched this apartment's location as much as he needed to.
“Well, the market is so hot these days that some customers sign online without even coming to see the place. Still, it's your first home, so take your time looking around. I'll call and put it on hold.”
“Yes.”
Jun-il walked through the home as though he were floating on clouds.
The feel of the marble floor in the living room, the sleek kitchen island, the indirect lighting in stylish tones.
There was not one thing he disliked.
'Now... do I just need to get married?'
Living happily in a new Han River-view apartment with one son and one daughter.
It felt as if he had secured the first stepping stone toward that dream.
“If you're really signing right away, do you want to fill it out here?”
“Ah, yes. Let's do that. But could you make it 2.43 billion won...?”
“Ah, goodness. Hold on.”
After speaking on the phone for several more minutes, the owner named 2.44 billion won.
“Good grief. I'm only getting this reduced by force. There are so many people who want to buy it right now...”
Jun-il signed, happy that he had knocked ten million won off the price.
Scratch scratch.
“Send the deposit here. 244 million won.”
“Yes...”
His hand shook as he worked the app.
'What kind of transfer amount is this...?'
He was transferring hundreds of millions of won.
Wasn't this crazy?
He had never shaken this much even when fighting the Demon King.
“Whew...”
“Take your time. Of course you're nervous.”
“Yes, yes.”
The owner reassured him as though they understood completely.
At last, the deposit was sent.
Ding.
“Oh. They confirmed it. Then...”
“Wait a moment.”
Jun-il checked something on his phone, then suddenly raised his hand.
“What is it?”
“I'll pay the remaining balance too. I'll move in tomorrow.”
“...?”
* * *
Thud.
The homeowner arrived, and after they stamped the final paperwork together...
“Thank you.”
“Oh, no, thank you.”
They even shook hands.
He had originally been short of money.
But Jun-il paid everything, including the taxes.
How?
'The crypto went up like a miracle.'
The coin that had been stagnating for so long had suddenly shot up as if it were divine revelation.
His original investment of 300 million won had become 500 million won.
'Good thing I didn't cut my losses and just stayed stuck holding it.'
If this was not the revelation Priest Sei had spoken of, what was?
“God is always watching us. God answers our faith with ‘revelations.’ Listen closely, Yulian. Listen deep within your heart.”
He really had wanted it, deep in his heart.
That was why he had received a revelation.
“Congratulations. You're the owner of a Han River-view apartment now.”
A revelation telling him to become the owner of a Han River-view apartment.
* * *
A little later, on the subway platform, Jun-il looked down at the contract in his hands with his headset on.
He ran a finger over the apartment's name and stared at it for a long while, unable to believe it.
[Macro Central River Villadium Grancia]
“This is my home... completely mine, with no debt...”
To others, he might look like a young, wealthy person born with a silver spoon or someone who had struck it rich on crypto.
In truth, this home was the result of thirty years of effort.
Jun-il could not help growing misty-eyed.
'It would be perfect if I only had a wife.'
If he could find someone to bring into this wonderful newlywed home, he would want for nothing more.
“Yulian? Yulian, are you looking? What are you thinking about so hard?”
At times like this, brown hair flashed through his mind.
A mysterious color that took on a reddish tint under blazing sunlight.
“Haah.”
Jun-il sighed.
“Why am I suddenly thinking about a wife?”
It had definitely been his dream for a long time.
Yet somehow, it felt like a completely meaningless thought.
Just then, the subway arrived.
Rumble rumble rumble!
[The train is arriving. Please wait behind the safety line until the platform doors open.]
Jun-il put the contract back in his bag, checked the zipper several times, then boarded the subway.
He hugged his bag tightly and sat in a corner seat.
It was not rush hour yet, so there were not that many people aboard.
'There are way too many people.'
More and more passengers crowded in at every station.
For Jun-il, who had spent so long living in the medieval world, the density of humanity was far too high.
'Just endure it a little longer.'
Jun-il simply turned up his headset's volume and listened to music.
The train stopped at stations, people got on, then it started moving again.
The dull scene continued when...
'Hm?'
He spotted someone.
'Is that Suyeon?'
It was Suyeon.
She was with a man.
The two of them were chatting happily.
'That person...'
Jun-il knew him, too.
Lee Chang-hun, a senior from school.
He had heard that Chang-hun was already working.
So Suyeon had been seeing him.
Thinking that, Jun-il looked away without acknowledging them.
'If they haven't told people at school, they probably don't want to be found out.'
Suyeon had never once hinted that she had a boyfriend, so Jun-il intended to pretend he had not seen them.
But Suyeon looked his way.
“...? ...!?”
He could not hear her at all through the noise-canceling headset.
But she waved.
There were too many people for her to come over, yet she squeezed through the crowd toward him.
“Jun-il oppa! Wow! Fancy meeting you here!”
Suyeon stood before him, delighted.
“Uh... That's strange.”
“I was just about to tell Chang-hun oppa about how you saved me, Jun-il oppa.”
“I didn't save you or anything.”
Jun-il's expression stiffened.
'Why tell Lee Chang-hun?'
Even though he had lived in the medieval world for a long time, he remembered Lee Chang-hun.
They had never gotten along.
“You two must be close.”
Chang-hun spoke from beside Suyeon.
“We often saw each other while studying in the library.”
“I see. Moon Jun-il. It's been a while, hasn't it?”
“Yes. Whatever.”
Jun-il completely ignored him, put his headset back on, and turned up the volume.
Krrrsh!
Noise rang out.
'Ah, fuck, this stupid headset... Huh?'
For a moment, he thought his headset had broken.
Then he saw words.
Ding.
[Storyboard 3.0]
This time, it was not comments from the Constellations.
'What is this?'
More words followed.
Ding.
Ding-ding!
[The latest open-world streaming system is being applied.]
[Downloading settings for this dimension... 4%]
[Genre: Modern Fantasy]
Footnotes:
“Lucky Vicky” is a Korean meme phrase for reframing bad luck as a positive outcome with exaggerated optimism.
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