“Anyway, I plan to work no matter what,” his father stubbornly insisted.

Han-Yeol now had another thing on his plate to worry about, and it was not going to be something he could solve this instant.

“Father, I understand. I will let you do what you want, so please take your time and think about it. I think I should help you find a nice job, so please wait for me, but the security guard idea is a no-go. Are we clear?” Han-Yeol said firmly.

“Hmm… I don’t mind as long as you find something for me as soon as possible, but Han-Yeol... Do you even have the ability to do all of that?” his father asked.

Han-Yeol’s father was still unaware that he was a Hunter. Han-Yeol had kept it a secret because he did not want his father to continuously worry about him and end up making his illness worse.

“I-I am the most capable guy in our company; did I not tell you?” Han-Yeol replied while stuttering a bit.

“Hmm…” His father stared at him with a strange look in his eyes.

***

Han-Yeol looked up the details of a famous crafting-class Hunter’s workshop in Gangnam, then went to pay them a visit.

Ring…!

The sound of a classic, vintage bell that seemed out of place in such a modern city rang out when Han-Yeol entered the workshop.

“Welcome to the Dwarven Workshop,” a woman’s clear voice greeted him as soon as he entered.

‘What kind of a name is ‘Dwarven Workshop’…?’ Han-Yeol wondered.

He decided not to think too much about the workshop’s odd name as he walked toward the reception desk. There,...