Exclusively private rooms for the rich and powerful were scattered all across Gangnam, Seoul’s most affluent district. The Queen Bee Salon was one such establishment but with a unique clientele—hunters. The salon only welcomed guests with awakened abilities, and since their liquor prices were quite high, the place was usually filled with high-earning hunters.6

Minsung had first discovered Queen Bee just a few months ago, and before he knew it, he had become a regular.1

When did it start again? Amid the confusion, Minsung realized that he was currently trapped in a golden jelly-like substance. It’s sweet. A familiar taste touched his tongue. It’s honey… it must be royal jelly.3

It was the scent of the premium whiskey he used to enjoy at Queen Bee. Memories of a conversation he had with the madame once flashed through his mind.0

“Madame, what is this liquor? I’ve searched everywhere but couldn’t find it sold anywhere else.”0

“Hehe. It’s a trade secret.”1

Despite asking multiple times, she always responded with a teasing smile, deflecting the question. Normally,...0