Is this a movie shoot?

"Is the item genuine?"

"Here you go."

I handed the order form to the man dressed in a sharp suit.

A well-built physique. Black sunglasses. A gleaming bald head without a single strand of hair. A sharp jawline beneath a thick beard.

He looked like a hitman straight out of Italy.

He was silent. He simply examined the scroll meticulously.

A dangerous aura. The kind of person who seemed like he would shoot you if you got too close.

And yet, the transaction was smooth.

"It’s authentic. Thank you for the good deal. If there's another opportunity, I’d love to do business again."

He bowed politely. His tone and attitude were impeccable.

I couldn't see his expression behind the sunglasses. But despite his intimidating appearance, he was surprisingly polite.

So, "manner temperature" really wasn't just a meaningless concept.

'I specifically chose the buyer with the highest manner score among the many options. Good decision.'

This was actually a useful metric.

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[Please select a compliment you’d like to leave.]

• Polite and well-mannered

• Came all the way to my location for the transaction

• Punctual

• Quick response

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Click.

I Selected all options and gave them five stars.

His score went up.

It was already so high that the increase was barely noticeable. What a shame—I wished I could boost it more.

"Sir, have a great day."

The moment I turned away after a clean farewell—

Grin.

My lips curled skyward uncontrollably.

'Restrain yourself!'

I pressed my cheeks with both hands to inject some discipline.

But it was too late to suppress the rebellion of my mouth.

The weight I felt in my hands was significant.

Glancing around.

'No one's watching, right?'

I looked around furtively, just in case.

Then quietly, I opened the envelope.

Bundles of crisp 50,000-won bills stacked neatly.

The ink’s sacred energy surged up to my face.

'Wow… incredible.'

I pressed the edge of the money stack with my fingertips.

It felt so real that it almost seemed unreal.

Was this a dream?

"Ouch."

Pinching my soft, mochi-like cheeks confirmed reality.

It was real.

Truly, 30 million won.

But—

Was this the end?

No.

'I’m a millionaire now.'

I still had 19 scrolls left in my inventory.

The world looked beautiful.

I headed straight for the shopping mall.

South Korea, the world's strongest hunter nation.

Korea’s public safety was already exceptional on a global scale.

And the Academy was considered one of the safest places within it.

Naturally, a city had formed around it.

An "Academy City," so to speak.

That’s why there was a shopping mall here.

If a Gate were to open?

A neighborhood where a hunter lives next door or upstairs is the safest place to be.

In other words, "Hunter-Proximity Real Estate."

'It’s also why real estate prices are insane.'

But that had nothing to do with me, who lived in a dormitory.

I entered a phone store on the first floor.

The moment I pushed the door open, the employees looked at me with worried expressions.

"Kid, are you here alone? Where are your parents?"

"I didn’t get lost. I live on my own."

They exchanged glances.

'Isn't this something we should stop?'

I could feel their hesitation.

But I ignored it.

I picked the latest model.

The specs alone sparkled.

Their worried gazes intensified.

'Being young is exhausting. I wish I could grow up fast.'

Short legs flailing.

I stretched on my tiptoes and reached up.

A wad of cash landed on the counter.

"……!"

"You’re… a customer?"

From then on, everything was smooth sailing.

Fast and precise.

Since I already had a number, activating the phone was no problem.

'Truly a complete reversal.'

I installed all the necessary apps and synced my accounts.

My old identity had vanished without a trace.

Now, everything was under the name Erniaan Ludwig.

'Well, I should get used to it.'

Next stop—the bank.

Carrying wads of cash around as a kid would only attract trouble, possibly villains.

I deposited everything into my account.

The bank teller wasn’t surprised or suspicious and they did their job efficiently.

'Is it because this neighborhood has so many high-income earners?'

After that—

I went to the mart and stocked up on essentials.

Only as much as I could carry.

Toothpaste and miscellaneous necessities.

I moved on to a clothes store.

'Finally, I can change my clothes.'

No more shabby hoodies.

I bought new clothes.

Pajamas, shoes, and everything else I needed.

The employee’s attitude shifted and gave me a sales pitch.

"Little customer, how about trying this on?"

My Ideation detected a dress.

Displayed front and center in the children’s section.

A ribbon sparkled like tiny stars when the light hit it.

The white lace swayed gently.

No way was I wearing that.

Shake shake.

I refused.

The employee looked visibly disappointed.

I turned toward the pet section.

Hayangi’s food—top quality.

A dog chew as a bonus.

'Would Achilles chew on a dog bone?'

I'm not sure, but I bought it anyway.

My balance shrank, but my satisfaction grew.

A perfect day.

Time flew by.

My daily routine was simple.

In the morning, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and did stretching exercises.

The tension lingered, then slowly dissipated as my muscles relaxed.

"Ah, that feels good."

The refreshing sensation lifted my spirits.

Next—a bowl of cereal.

Poured milk, chewed thoroughly.

My stomach was small, so a few spoonfuls filled me up quickly.

And then—

The long-awaited Day Dungeon.

[Today is Glory Tuesday.]

Tuesday was Siege Warfare.

The forward base stood tall like a fortress. Monsters guarded its walls. The surveillance was tight, making it look impregnable.

But.

Who am I?

An elite sniper with an S-rank skill.

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[Negation of Existence]

Grade: S
Type: On/Off
Description: Nightmares exist to deny all existence. This ability turns your presence into a nightmare.
Effect: While the skill is active, all accumulated damage is stored within the target. Stored damage does not take effect immediately but is applied all at once when the skill is deactivated.

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I switched the skill to On.

I was hiding far outside the fortress walls. Distance wasn’t an issue.

Asadia.

This sniper rifle was a monster. It easily surpassed the speed of sound, and with just the pull of my trigger, I could deliver a bullet across several kilometers.

What if I was too far away?

Simple, Just calculate with my eyes.

Before firing, I fed all the variables into my mind.

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Bullet speed: approximately 915 meters per second.
Target distance: 2.4 kilometers.
Time for the bullet to reach its mark: about 2.62 seconds.
Wind: From the northwest at 6 meters per second.
Atmospheric pressure: 1,020 hectopascals.
Temperature: 27 degrees.
Gravitational drop: At 120 meters altitude about 11.5 meters.

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The bullet would drift about 2 degrees to the right from the expected trajectory.

Factoring in the possibility of the enemy suddenly turning or moving, I scrutinized its status window.

A slight misalignment.

I slowly applied pressure to the trigger but paused for a moment.

'Satan's Bullet is a guaranteed one-shot kill. But using it would be a waste of Ideation.'

Each shot was too valuable to squander, so I devised an alternative.

Reducing bullet size, targeting a vital point for an instant kill.

Even if the caliber didn’t match, Asadia would adjust itself accordingly.

Sniping difficulty skyrocketed, but that was irrelevant.

The monsters’ hearts, the intersection of their body and soul, the flame of life.

I calculated the damage perfectly.

Fired precisely at a lethal spot.

Bang!

The monsters didn’t even realize they had been shot.

They continued walking as if nothing had happened.

The moment I deactivated [Negation of Existence],

death left my hands and reached them.

The accumulated damage manifested all at once, wiping them out completely.

Their vital points shattered from the bullets.

Death came silently.

With a bloodless victory, I planted my flag.

Unfortunately, Leveling up wasn’t possible in the Day Dungeon.

Because of that, Asadia’s 'Euphoria' stat didn’t stack either.

As a reward, I received a magic stone the size of my fist.

But now, with an added attribute.

The result of appraisal: a fire attribute stone.

I quietly stored it in my inventory.

And thus, Tuesday ended.

Coldly and cleanly.

[Today is Tenacity Wednesday.]

Wednesday was about surviving in a haunted house.

A time-limited escape room.

That was it.

Ghosts and spirits relentlessly attacked me.

Normally, the dead would be invisible.

But I could see them all.

Faces of lingering spirits twisted like hazy mist.

Distorted and torn souls.

Boneless hands flailing through the air, chasing me.

And on top of that—

A labyrinthine structure twisted and tangled like a maze.

Red carpets floated, staircases flipped.

But.

Who am I?

A genius sniper.

Getting lost in a maze was impossible.

The +1 Agility I gained on Monday made a noticeable difference.

My body felt light, my feet were swift.

I simply dashed toward the optimal route.

Eventually, I opened the door and stepped outside.

The haunted house fell silent, and I received my reward.

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[Orb of a Forgotten Soul]

[Material Item]

Description: An orb made from the remnants of a soul dissipated in the haunted house.

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Using [Clairvoyance], I examined it.

Inside the orb, a man’s ghost was wailing.

His form was indistinct.

He seemed devoid of both emotion and reason.

"……?"

It felt like something I shouldn’t touch.

After staring at it for a moment, I tossed it into a corner of my inventory.

Apparently, it was a crafting material.

‘What the hell is it even used for?’

……Yeah.

Not something I wanted to use.

[Today is Healing Thursday.]

Thursday was simple.

The Colosseum.

A one-on-one duel for honor.

My opponent—a Goblin Chieftain.

Of course.

Since I’m a girl, I fought from a distance with my sniper rifle.

But, it kept regenerating health.

As if it was immortal, it looked down on me arrogantly.

That smug face.

Even after taking bullets, it didn’t matter.

It would just heal back up.

So, I activated my Saga.

Stealth.

S-rank skill, [Negation of Existence].

With the skill active, I observed carefully, identifying its weak point.

And then?

I stacked damage little by little.

One shot at a time, quietly.

Focusing on a single spot with relentless precision.

The accumulated damage exceeded its maximum HP.

I deactivated the skill.

No time to recover.

The Goblin Chieftain collapsed instantly.

The reward was a healing potion.

A small glass bottle shimmered in my palm.

Inside, a pale green liquid swayed gently.

Its effect was simple.

Drinking it restored full health.

The downside?

It was a slow, gradual heal over time.

But still, it would eventually restore me to full HP.

That alone was incredible.

Hospital visits and hiring healing-type hunters were absurdly expensive.

One treatment could completely drain my finances.

Considering that, this potion was practically an extra life.

‘Can I sell it?’

Shake shake.

I quickly dismissed the thought.

Potions were tricky to distribute.

A single bottle required the efforts of pharmaceutical companies, alchemists, doctors, and hunters.

A potion with an unclear origin?

No one would buy it.

Hunters considered their bodies their greatest asset.

Since it was a precious resource, hunters wouldn't put just anything into their mouths.

The fact that this potion was an exceptionally powerful healing potion— That was a secret only I knew.

[Today is Prosperity Friday.]

Friday had come full circle.

Traps remained as always.

I scoured the area, searching for treasure chests.

But.

The 1,004 treasure chest was nowhere to be seen.

It seemed they had been completely reshuffled.

This time, luck wasn’t on my side, and I couldn’t find any particularly valuable chests.

In the end, I had to settle for a white treasure chest.

Reluctantly.

I had hoped for a skill book or a valuable item.

But it turned out to be just another random box.

Anything could pop out.

The reward was…

A fountain pen.

I sighed and flipped the pen over in my hand.

My eyes analyzed it with insight.

No surprises.

Just an ordinary fountain pen.

And then—

The long-awaited Saturday.

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[Today is Despair Saturday.]

[You will lose sight, touch, taste, smell, and hearing.]

Objective: Survive the monster wave (1/7).
Failure condition: Death or mission abandonment.

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The name alone was ominous.

Despair, huh.

The moment I entered, my senses were cut off.

My ears rang, my nose was clogged.

Even though I was clothed, my skin felt nothing.

But.

My special eyes seemed immune to the sight restriction.

The problem was—

The incoming monster wave.

Burning eyes of hostility filled my vision.

Killing intent.

A massive green tide engulfed my field of view.

A full-frontal battle.

No concealment, no cover.

The worst possible scenario for a sniper.

But.

I had stealth.

[The first wave is approaching.]

I hid.

The swarming goblins looked confused.

They glanced around foolishly.

S-rank skill, [Negation of Existence] activated.

One by one, I planted bullets into their hearts.

They didn’t even realize they were already dead.

And then.

I realized a problem.

The total amount of Ideation.

The fatigue building in my eyes.

I had to manage both conditions carefully.

The battle would be long.

So, I intentionally left one goblin alive.

I played with it.

A game of tag.

It moved erratically, consumed by rage.

I couldn’t hear.

I closed my eyes.

I relied only on Ideation.

The flow of air, the weight of footsteps.

I couldn’t predict the enemy’s exact movements.

But I felt the flow of battle through my inner vision.

I sensed the trace of a blade.

A slash cut through the air.

I dodged, just barely.

Tension coiled my muscles. My breath came ragged.

As time passed, The expended Ideation slowly recovered.

The delayed death— I finally put an end to it.

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[The second wave is approaching.]

[The third wave is approaching.]

[The fourth wave is approaching.]

[The fifth wave is approaching.]

[The sixth wave is approaching.]

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'Fuck. That’s a lot of orcs.'

A sniper’s weakness— The lack of wide-area attacks was really inconvenient.

I had no idea how much time had passed.

I started worrying if Sunday had arrived already.

It was brutal.

It was relentless.

My eyes craved survival.

I saw everything.

But this was a battle of one versus many.

Enemies surrounded me on all sides.

Why did humans only have two arms and legs?

I couldn’t dodge or counter every attack.

Knowing I’d get hit and not being able to prevent it was unbearably frustrating.

When my body reached its limit, I used stealth.

When my Ideation ran low, I revealed myself and resumed the fight.

But.

What if my eyes reached their limit?

No matter my willpower, they kept closing.

As I forced them open—

An axe buried itself in my back.

[You will lose sight, touch, taste, smell, and hearing.]

Even as my body was torn apart, there was no pain.

But I could see my life spilling away.

The terror of witnessing my own death was beyond imagination.

My instincts forced my legs to move.

I stumbled backward, blood dripping through my shredded clothes.

Struggling.

There was nothing else I could do.

The moment I showed weakness— The enemies pounced without hesitation.

Then.

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[Composure]

Rank: C
Type: Passive
Description: Allows the user to suppress emotional agitation even in extreme situations, enhancing calm decision-making. It specializes in stabilizing emotions and maximizing combat efficiency.

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'…A hunter must always do their best, no matter the situation.'

My panic subsided.

My emotions settled, my mind cleared.

'What else can I do here?'

My thoughts turned to my inventory.

A healing potion.

One sip, and life returned.

A green pulse filled my body.

The dot-heal that guaranteed full HP was finally paying off.

I reached back and yanked the axe from my flesh.

Fresh skin grew over the wound, the fatigue washed away.

The strain in my eyes vanished completely.

'Phase 2 starts now.'

Once again, I saw the trajectory of everything in this world.

An axe flew at me.

Half a step.

I dodged it effortlessly.

The flow was within my grasp.

Even without energy, I used Ideation.

I deflected with my forearm, twisting my wrist downward.

My gripping hand caught the enemy’s arm.

A partial manifestation of my Saga.

Darkness condensed at my fingertips.

My eyes told me how to maximize defense-piercing damage.

I stabbed my fingers into the Neiguan Acupoint.

Pressure point strike.

The enemy collapsed on the spot.

'This method consumes the least Ideation.'

Stealth was useful.

But it drained my resources too quickly.

As long as I had my eyes, I could achieve the greatest results with minimal effort.

At last.

I defeated the final enemy.

[The seventh wave is approaching.]

The last one had arrived.

Only one enemy appeared.

‘Is this the boss?’

Our eyes met.

A lich.

A sorcerer who obtained immortality by condensing their life force into a single vessel through forbidden magic.

The moment I checked its skills—

It smirked triumphantly and activated one of them.

[Arise]

From the first wave to the sixth wave,

The fallen from the battlefield rose again, filling the field completely.

I swallowed hard.

Their numbers were beyond counting.

An endlessly stretching army.

Rotting flesh. Mangled limbs.

The undead simply marched forward.

Silent, endless waves pressing in.

But.

For me, this was actually perfect.

‘Life Vessel?’

An enemy with a clear weakness—

Was no threat at all.

I spotted its hidden weak point.

I went prone while still concealed.

Asadia’s barrel was aimed precisely at the Life Vessel.

The undead were confused.

They were searching for me.

However—

Stealth didn’t work on the lich.

It unleashed a curse.

My entire body was engulfed in the malevolent energy.

Demonic roots burrowed into my flesh and blood.

The black energy spread through my veins, coursing through my entire body.

My vision blurred.

Dark figures crawled from the edges of my sight.

Illusions spawned by the curse.

They were laughing.

Mocking me, ready to consume me.

But too bad for them.

Even if my vision was blocked—

I had [Clairvoyance].

The sniper rifle, far too large for my small hands—

Bang!

I pulled the trigger.

The recoil crashed over my entire body.

My small frame was pushed back completely.

But my eyes had already accounted for that recoil.

The bullet, moving too fast for the eye to track—

Traveled precisely toward its distant target.

The Life Vessel shattered.