You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿

Chapter 75

The internet community is always flooded with all kinds of posts.

As a result, most posts get swept away by the countless waves and disappear without much attention.

This was the case for a post that appeared one late night.

Title: I Got the News of My Older Sister’s Passing (Warning: Depression)

Content: My older sister is a D-rank Hunter, and at first, I was happy because she was making a lot of money.

At first, our family was all worried about the danger, but my sister said that now she had good equipment and strategy manuals, so she was fine.

But I think it’s because our family situation was so bad that my sister kept working to make money.

For about 2 or 3 years, she was with a solid guild and didn’t really say anything, so I thought things were okay. But one day, we received a letter at home.

It was a document from the court for bankruptcy.

When our parents asked what happened... it turned out that she had been casually gambling with other Hunters in the dungeon. She won a few times and kept going. Then once she started losing, she couldn’t stop.

After that, our parents had to pay off her debts... She tried to get help with gambling addiction therapy, but it didn’t work. She couldn’t quit gambling.

Since she was a Hunter, loans were easy to get, so her debts kept increasing.

Then one day, she left the house and we lost contact for about 2 years...

Today, I received a call from the police.

My sister left in a bad state... I had a bad feeling, but hearing the news left me numb.

Our parents always said they would treat her as their child, even without their own, but now they are crying.

It turns out she got caught by a disgusting illegal gambling operation.

She was trafficked. She was found dead inside a dungeon.

They didn’t recover her body, but fortunately, a Hunter who found her took a photo for us.

At least I got to see my sister’s final moments.

It really feels like the world is too cruel.

Of course, my sister was wrong to get involved with gambling, but according to the police, those were organized scam artists.

When the police raided the place, they had already fled, leaving no trace, so they couldn’t catch them.

They said they would continue the investigation, but don’t expect much.

The police said even if they caught them, it would be hard to get them to pay for their crimes.

Internet gambling servers are overseas, so it’s hard to trace, and since the company used identity theft, it’s almost impossible to prove who the real perpetrators are.

In the end, it was just that my sister died.

I want to investigate more, but my parents and I don’t even know where to start. I’ve been too busy surviving, and I regret not learning more about the Hunter industry.

Why is the world like this?

My sister worked so hard, but now we can’t even give her a proper funeral.

I really hope those criminals get what’s coming to them.

...Rest in peace, the deceased.

Yeah, that’s a sad story, but sounds like a fake post.

It's not fake. The article was released. Link to the article: [Tragedy of Low-Rank Hunters: The Dark Shadows Targeting Them]

Oh, sorry for doubting you.

Yeah, I heard there’s a lot of scam gambling and crimes targeting low-rank Hunters nowadays.

Yeah, they’ve set it up so that gambling ads pop up when you visit Hunter item-buying sites.

Human trafficking? That’s insane, right?

But what’s the point of those scammers pulling such scams?

They didn’t explain the crime’s motive. Maybe they were worried about copycat crimes.

My sister died inside a dungeon... that’s so tragic. Rest in peace.

We’re all low-rank Hunters, but even C or D-rank Hunters earn far more than regular people, so I guess they’re more likely targets for these scams.

Once you turn 20 and start hunting, you’re easy prey for scams.

Why even gamble? It’s so hard to quit. I’m sorry, but it’s her own fault. She should’ve invested that money in crypto.

There’s always one crypto enthusiast here.

This is all just viral nonsense, ignore it.

Honestly, it’s the truth. Gambling is something you shouldn’t even start.

Gambling is something you shouldn’t touch in the first place, so we need to punish the perpetrators, not blame the victim.

But isn’t it ridiculous that they can’t catch those scammers? They could totally catch them, right?

They don’t have the manpower... realistically, it’s difficult to catch them. The servers are all overseas, and the identities are stolen.

So are we just supposed to keep getting scammed?

Just don’t gamble.

This isn’t just an individual problem, it’s a societal issue. Hunters are forced into life-threatening battles, but there’s no care for them, and we can’t even catch the criminals. What’s the point of having a government?

Who told you to be a Hunter? You could live like a normal person.

The comments here are crazy. I hope the original poster isn’t hurt by this.

If you don’t have money or connections, how can you even survive? If it were me, I’d kill the bastard who killed my family, and they’d go straight to hell.

The comments are a mess. It’s like I’m living in hell, God help me.

If there’s a god, those assholes will be going to hell.

"...Huh."

Choi Mi-yeon, who had read the entire post, let out a sigh.

This world is full of tragedies.

For those without power or money, life is essentially a continuous series of tragedies.

And especially in this world, behind the thick wall of anonymity, such tragedies often seem diluted.

Everyone is so tired of their own lives that they have no time to mourn the misfortunes of others.

Because they’re tired.

So, to most people in this world, this tragedy is just another fleeting, everyday tragedy.

And the author of this post probably didn’t expect much comfort or help from it.

No, they would have hoped for something, but deep down, they knew nothing would come of it.

Jeong Da-jeong raised the corner of her mouth.

"By the way, have you made any friends in HP Guild lately?"

"...Han Jae-young?"

"You’re really bad at hiding when you’re lying."

"You’re the only one who says that."

"Of course, I’m your older brother."

She’d never caught me lying before. She always fell for it.

"Go quickly. Eat well while I’m gone. Don’t stay out too late, don’t do anything dangerous, and go home right after. If your company sucks, just quit."

"Okay, okay. I’ll listen to my little sister. I’m not quitting though. You can quit anytime. I’ll take care of Leo too."

"Meow!"

Leo, sitting in the passenger seat, glared at me with an annoyed face, but as his creator, he couldn’t disobey my orders.

I gave Leo one more piece of advice.

"Take good care of him."

"Meow."

It was a relief to see Leo in good health, despite him vomiting hairballs all over the seat.

"Then I’ll come to pick you up for graduation. Take care!"

Having taken a half day off, Jeong Da-jeong quickly disappeared with Leo.

I still didn’t understand why her company was always so busy.

I grabbed my backpack with the bare essentials and walked into the training facility.

"Sorry, are you Jeong Da-on?"

No, I was about to enter when someone spoke to me.

A hand suddenly reached out in front of me. With skin tanned from the sun and a height that made me have to look up for a while.

"That’s you, right? You look better in person than in the pictures?"

A girl with a short haircut, about my age, grinned.

"Nice to meet you. I’m..."

"I know."

Her name wasn’t as famous as Yoo Han-ul’s, but in South Korea, it was pretty well-known.

She was a representative of the youth Olympic fencing team and had swept up awards at various tournaments.

"I’m Lee Pyeong-hwa."

Many had said that when Lee Pyeong-hwa awakened, her potential was an S-rank, though she was actually rated A-rank in reality.

That was still impressive, but she didn’t quite meet expectations.

Lee Pyeong-hwa blinked in surprise at my words, then shyly laughed.

At least, that’s what it looked like.

"Wow, an S-rank Hunter knows my name, that’s amazing."

"What are you talking about? You must be really famous."

"Yeah, I’m famous, but I’m only an A-rank now. It doesn’t compare to what it used to be."

"......"

I stared at the outstretched hand.

‘This is exactly why I hate group life.’

Already, irritation was rising. Even though I’d been the topic of conversation for the past few months, there was no way my fame compared to Lee Pyeong-hwa’s.

I hated this atmosphere.

When you meet for the first time, both of you start evaluating each other carefully, awkwardly trying to compliment each other to lower your own status. It felt like high school all over again.

This wasn’t high school.

If I were to respond to Lee Pyeong-hwa, the correct answer would be something like, "No, the current rating is just based on potential, and we never know what the future holds," or "I’m nothing special, you’re way more amazing."

I knew that getting along with the people in my cohort wouldn’t hurt.

We’d see each other often as Hunters.

"Wow, it’s Lee Pyeong-hwa."

"Isn’t that Jeong Da-on? This training ground is famous."

"Two of the most famous people are here. Is this a setup?"

"Why would the government set this up? They probably did it on purpose."

And seeing other kids in awe of Lee Pyeong-hwa made it clear what was going on. To everyone else, it probably looked like the two most famous Hunters of the next generation were getting close.

Lee Pyeong-hwa probably came to me with that thought in mind.

But...

"If you think that way, then sure."

I didn’t have to choose that answer.

If I had cared about my peers, I wouldn’t have made a scene at my high school graduation.

Lee Pyeong-hwa’s face froze with surprise as I refused her handshake.

"Uh, huh? Oh..."

I wasn’t about to pretend to like people or compliment them just to fit in.

And I was too great to compare myself to a 20-year-old.

‘There’s no need to get friendly with an investigator.’

Since I already had Yoo Han-ul, there was no need to form close ties with other investigators.

Besides, there was nothing in it for either of us if we got close.

"Well, I’m leaving now."

I said curtly and turned my back, heading into the training facility.

"Is this really socializing?"

I heard muttered words behind me, but I didn’t care.

And so, the dreadful basic military training began.