Jinwoo was lying on a soft bed — yup, turns out he really did know how to spend money like a complete idiot. He was staying at the Lotte Hotel Seoul, the fanciest hotel in the country, and he felt exactly zero percent like he belonged here.
He glared at his phone, refreshing his banking app for the fifth time.
[Current bank balance: ₩2,100]
"…Bro." Jinwoo let out a weak laugh, flopping back onto the bed. "I can't believe this room cost me ₩350,000 for one night."
He sank into the ridiculously soft pillows, staring at the ceiling like he was waiting for an angel to drop down and sponsor his broke self. "Man… I should've just slept in the convenience store's back room. At least they have free instant noodles."
His eyes drifted to the minibar. He grabbed a complimentary water bottle, twisting off the cap suspiciously. "This is free, right?" He quickly scanned the minibar price list. "₩5,000 for water?!" He spat the sip back into the bottle. "Nah, you ain't catching me like that!"
Outside his window, Seoul sparkled under the night sky, a city pulsing with life — unlike Jinwoo's wallet, which was currently on life support.
He sighed dramatically. "Whatever. Tomorrow's a new day to make bad decisions."
Ding!
His phone buzzed, yanking him out of his sulk. A notification popped up — ChatApp: 1 new message.
Heart suddenly thumping, Jinwoo unlocked his screen.
> Client: Location: Mapo-gu, Sangam-dong, Building 12. Transfer complete: ₩1,000,000 (advance).
His eyes went wide. "ONE. MILLION. WON?!"
He flipped back to the banking app, almost breaking his thumb smashing the refresh button. Balance: ₩1,002,100.
"Oh my God, I'm RICH!" he whispered, staring at the screen like it was holy. "I could buy, like, two more hotel nights! Or…" His stomach growled loudly. "…actually eat dinner."
But the grin that spread across his face wasn't from the money. No, it was from the job.
"Alright, let's go make a mess," Jinwoo said, cracking his knuckles. He shot finger guns at his reflection in the window. "Time to work, baby."
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Ten minutes later, Jinwoo hopped out of a taxi in front of Sangam-dong, Building 12.
He shoved his hands deep into his hoodie pocket, eyeing the place. "Ugh, corporate buildings all look the same. Bet they all smell like printer ink and burnt coffee, too."
The streets were busy, people walking by with their usual Seoul-level "I'm too busy to notice crime" energy. Jinwoo sighed. "Seriously? Couldn't this guy meet me in, like, an alley or something?"
But no — his target, Daeho, was inside. A retired hunter. Meaning, no dungeon to lure him into, no sneaky ambush. Jinwoo's brain ran a quick simulation: walk in, get caught, get beaten into a pancake. He grimaced. "Yeah, no thanks."
He tugged his hood up. "Alright, time to finish this."
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Inside, the top-floor elevator doors opened with a soft ding.
Daeho stood near the window, city lights glinting off the glass, his back turned. He was scrolling on his phone, completely immersed. Probably doom-scrolling Twitter or watching cat videos — Jinwoo wouldn't judge.
Jinwoo crept across the room, footsteps silent on the plush carpet. His heart pounded, not from fear — oh no — but pure excitement.
"This is so stupid," Jinwoo whispered under his breath, grinning. "I love it."
Then, unable to resist, he crouched low, tiptoed closer… and popped his head around the corner.
"Peekaboo, b*tch!" he shouted.
Daeho jolted so hard his phone yeeted out of his hand, his eyes snapping wide as he spun around. "WHAT THE—?!"
Before Daeho could finish that sentence, Jinwoo sprinted backward, already cackling.
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Halfway to the door, Jinwoo paused, spun dramatically, and pointed both fingers at Daeho like finger guns.
A tiny, bright-red fireball appeared, crackling to life.
Daeho's face went from rage to confusion to oh sht* in half a second.
Whoosh!
The fireball zipped across the room, smacking Daeho's leg dead-on. The man let out a sharp grunt, collapsing to one knee.
"Oh, you're fine, don't be dramatic," Jinwoo muttered, darting for the door.
But he'd barely touched the handle when—
Rumble.
Jinwoo's head whipped around.
Daeho was already standing, face twisted in pure fury. His muscles flexed under his coat, his eyes sharp like a wolf's.
"You've got to be kidding me," Jinwoo groaned. "A Dark Souls boss?!"
"You're dead," Daeho growled, voice low and threatening.
"Oh, hell no," Jinwoo muttered. He yanked something from his pocket — a handful of tiny silver spheres. "Catch these, Unc."
Click-click-click… BOOM!
Flashbangs exploded across the room, white light bursting everywhere.
Jinwoo dashed for the door, adrenaline surging.
But then—
Thunk.
A sharp sound sliced the air. Jinwoo's stomach dropped. He twisted mid-run — just in time to see a knife slicing toward his back.
"OH SH*T—!" He barely ducked, the blade whizzing over his head.
Rolling behind a column, Jinwoo huffed out a shaky breath. "Okay. Okay. Plan B. What's Plan B?!"
From across the room, Daeho's voice echoed.
"You think you can run, kid?!"
Jinwoo poked his head out. Daeho was storming toward him like an anime villain, eyes blazing.
"…Alright, Plan B is chaos," Jinwoo decided.
His gaze flicked to the massive window overlooking Seoul.
Perfect.
He raised both hands, blue flames swirling at his fingertips. "Yo, Daeho," Jinwoo called, grinning like an idiot. "Bye."
With a dramatic shove, he blasted the window with magic. Glass shattered everywhere, heat surging outward.
The wind howled into the room.
For one second, everything froze.
Then Daeho lunged.
"You're not getting away!" the oldy roared.
But Jinwoo smirked. "Who said I was the one running?"
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In one smooth move, Jinwoo dashed forward, slamming a punch into Daeho's ribs. The older man grunted, momentarily staggered.
Jinwoo spun behind him, placing one glowing hand on Daeho's back. "You won't die from this, right, Mister B-Ranker?"
Before Daeho could react, Jinwoo unleashed a blast of compressed air — a violent push.
Daeho shot forward like a ragdoll, smashing through the broken window and plummeting downward.
Outside, well, below, a crowd was already gathering. People screamed, phones popped out to film. Winstagram was about to go wild.
Jinwoo walked calmly to the window, wind ruffling his hair as he gazed down at the chaos.
"Welp," he muttered, pulling out his phone. He opened ChatApp, typing a message with one hand.
> Done.
He hit send, stretched his arms overhead, and let out a long sigh. "Man, I really need a snack."
As the city lights flickered below, Jinwoo turned away, humming a tune under his breath.
"Should I also start a Winstagram Account~"