You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿

Chapter 55

"This is just ridiculous."

Han Jae-young chuckled, but it didn't seem like he was enjoying himself.@@@@

"Why on earth did we have two S-rank hunters on standby?"

Indeed, after all, the plan to have Yoo Han-ul and Han Jae-young stay on standby turned out to be a waste. They weren’t needed for the infiltration of the True Light Church. The dungeon was essentially a different world with a time flow that subtly differed from reality. And, because I had deliberately caused a system error, when I returned to reality, an entire day had passed.

In other words, Yoo Han-ul and Han Jae-young had spent the whole night waiting in the car and only learned the next day at lunch about what happened at the True Light Church.

Yoo Han-ul shook his head.

"At least we managed to prevent the bombing, so it wasn’t all bad."

That was true. After the dungeon was cleared, the only ones who returned alive were a few cult members, Choi Mi-yeon, and myself. The survivors, suffering from magical and psychological trauma, were still out of their minds.

Imanbok is dead.

Only Choi Mi-yeon returned with Imanbok's head.

And naturally, the cult members, upon confirming Imanbok’s death, went into a frenzy. They were foaming at the mouth and rolling their eyes in madness. One of them even tried to use a priest’s bomb to blow something up. Amid the chaos of cult members screaming they would rather die than live without their leader, one unstable bomb went off. That explosion startled the two S-rank hunters, who rushed over immediately.

Of course, a few of the cult members who had been shouting about dying met their end in the explosion. But thankfully, the riot that could have continued was suppressed once Yoo Han-ul and Han Jae-young arrived. If not for them, the entire building could have been destroyed.

"Eh, True Light Church probably had anti-terrorism measures already installed in the building, right? It’s likely that many people died, but the building probably didn’t blow up?"

"That's some comfort, huh? Are buildings more expensive than lives now?"

It was a devilish kind of logic.

Han Jae-young laughed out loud.

"Just kidding, just kidding."

Even as he said that, his lips curled in a bitter grin, probably because he was quite frustrated about wasting his precious time.

It was annoying, to say the least, for someone his age to whine about such things.

"The death toll is quite high," he remarked.

It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight either, seeing the police searching the building. Yoo Han-ul’s expression darkened as he watched, his voice tinged with sadness.

"I can’t believe such a serious incident happened at the True Light Church. I should’ve just reported the tip-off directly to the police."

Here it came—the pointless regret typical of people like him.

The kind who would punish themselves for not doing better, even though they were already being kind to themselves. Sometimes, I wonder if such people lack the basic self-preservation instincts necessary for survival.

I furrowed my brow.

"The police must have acted fast, huh? I’m sure they already have control over public authority. But they probably didn’t even catch Imanbok. That’s why I went in undercover."

"That’s true, but..."

"Enough. I really hate hearing useless talk."

Past mistakes are done and gone, and no matter how much you regret them, you can’t change them. So there’s no point wasting the present on it, especially not with useless self-censorship.

"I agree that it’s unnecessary talk. So, Jeong Da-on Hunter," Yoo Han-ul said, suddenly looking at me with a gleaming look in his eyes.

He always looks at me like that with curiosity, and it’s incredibly uncomfortable.

How is it possible for both of them to make me so irritated?

If I had known I could solve this myself, I would have told them both to get lost. Being too cautious is also a fault.

"So, in conclusion, the True Light Church confessed to smuggling explosives and leading the Gwanghwamun terror, right?"

"Yeah. We have the recording."

While there was no clear recording regarding the Soul Core or bracelet items due to Imanbok’s restrictions, the smuggling and the Gwanghwamun dungeon break were different matters. Once the truth was revealed, it was even more absurd.

"They said the goal was to expose new hunters to fear and then lure those frightened young hunters to the True Light Church."

At least that was Imanbok’s confession.

Apparently, when the True Light Church started seeing fewer new recruits, they panicked.

‘Still, there’s something that doesn’t sit right.’

"Thank you again."

Choi Mi-yeon weakly extended her hand without the crutch.

"Thanks to you, I could finish everything... properly."

It wasn’t hard to keep the events that transpired in the dungeon a secret. Choi Mi-yeon was hiding her crime, and I was hiding my mysterious powers. We were both accomplices keeping secrets.

I took her hand.

"I didn’t do anything."

Sensing the strength in my hand, Choi Mi-yeon smiled faintly.

"No, Jeong Da-on saved me. Thanks to you, I fell from the heavens to the earth."

"That doesn’t sound like a compliment."

"It means, like Lee Ah-rin, I finally arrived at the miserable reality after being drunk on myths. No matter how much it hurts, you can’t start anything unless you face reality."

Choi Mi-yeon then looked at the sobbing people with a somber gaze.

"They all should."

Like Lee Ah-rin, it would be hard for Choi Mi-yeon to have a happy ending.

She couldn’t function as a hunter anymore, her injured body would never heal, and with her father dead, her friends and enemies gone, she was left alone.

She would have to endure the slow agony of it all.

I sighed and handed my phone to Choi Mi-yeon.

"...Contact me if it gets too hard."

I hesitated for a moment, but I didn’t show it. After all, it wasn’t like I was worried about her.

‘It’s also interesting as a research subject...’

"Anyway, if I die before you, I’ll send you the latest idol track."

"Just don’t send me any hacking programs this time."

"Ahaha, you’re hitting where it hurts."

Choi Mi-yeon, having received my phone number, smiled once more.

"At least... I’m glad to have a friend to contact before I die. See you later."

She limped toward the ambulance.

I watched her back for a moment before turning away. Yoo Han-ul and Han Jae-young were both staring at me.

"What’s up?"

"Well... um..."

"I don’t want to admit it, but Yoo Han-ul Hunter is right."

"What’s that?"

"They shouldn’t be together."

What did he mean by that?

When I asked, Yoo Han-ul, grinning awkwardly, pointed at my phone.

"Da-on, you have 6 missed calls?"

"Eh?"

He was right.

I glanced at the missed calls and closed my eyes tightly.

Oh no.

I was dead to Jeong Da-jeong.