Civil Servant Hunter’s S-class Resignation Log

‘He’s also someone who’s helped me, but I can’t help it.’

To be honest, Christopher’s good-naturedness was something he also acknowledged, so he decided to stop being grumpy.

Everyone breathed hard when the magical energy that poured out with the lightning disappeared.

“Did you come to convince me to come to America? Let me tell you I have no intention of doing so, and nothing will change in the future.”

“America’s Awakened Support System is one of the best in the world. Many countries imitate American institutions. If you, an L-class Hunter, come, America will promise the best treatment. So why don’t you think about it seriously?” Christopher said earnestly, but Kang Sejun had no intention of changing his mind.

When he resolutely refused and frowned, the Guardian Guild members behind him were startled because they had suffered so much from the L-classes of America.

“I see… I see. Now that I’ve heard your answer, I won’t be bothering you anymore.”

Christopher also knew that bad things would happen if he bothered the L-class, so he simply withdrew. It was then that Kang Sejun’s face softened significantly.

“However, can I ask you one thing?”

“Do you want to know who the other L-class is? Or do you want me to give you a bridge so you can meet?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t intend to do that. I don’t want to fall out with them.”

To be precise, he didn’t want to put himself in an uncomfortable situation with Yoon Seora, who was with Sung Jarim.

‘Mm, if I send Christopher back here, Yoon Seora’s affinity for me will increase.’

The fact that the two of them are trying to outdo the people on the US side means that Sung Jarim also has no intention of moving there, so it will be okay to strike them at once.

“Let me tell you this. That person also has no intention of going to America. So give up and go back.”

“Thank you for your words, but I will ask them after meeting in person. I’d appreciate it if you could understand my position, too.”

Tsk. How stubborn. Kang Sejun clicked his tongue. It seems difficult to earn Yoon Seora’s favor.

“Then we’ll get going now. Congratulations on your L-class awakening. Goodbye.”

Christopher finished his greeting without being clingy and left with the guild members. Kang Sejun looked at his back as he left.

America had also dispatched Christopher in the past when he appeared. Whenever I think about it, he doesn’t fit in with this kind of mission.

‘If you really want to get your hands on me, you should have sent someone else.’

For example, Garcia or Julian, the S-classes of the US. If it had been any of them, they would’ve shouted while holding the entire association building hostage, regardless of whether the relationship between the two countries would deteriorate.

Perhaps they’d rolled up their sleeves to fight out of curiosity about his power.

‘Well, Christopher is much better for me.’

After erasing useless thoughts, he noticed the association standing firmly today as well.

In fact, he’d come here today because he had something to do with Yoon Seora and Sung Jarim.

‘Baek Heewon obviously knows about the system administrator.’

Because when he’d asked about its existence in Mount Tabek, she’d been perplexed.

‘I can’t say anything! I just can’t! If you want to ask me about them, get out of here now!’

She’d screamed and even kicked him out. He’d seen her so many times after regression, but he’d never seen her so scared. It was clear that the system administrator really existed.

‘I thought that Yoon Seora, who has a special Entity, or Sung Jarim, who’s as unique as I am, would know about them…’

This important story can’t be asked to the association where many ears and eyes exist. Kang Sejun eventually turned back.

So many things have changed in this life. Yoon Seora, who did not exist, appears, becomes an S-class, and even an L-class that I didn’t know…

‘And it’s weird that Yoon Jaehun hasn’t shown up in Seoul yet.’

Yoon Jaehun from the mercenary guild Athena. In his previous life, he had always appeared in Seoul around this time, half out of his mind. It had always been like that in all five lives.

But he is not here now, Seoul is fine, and no one is dead.

What has changed? Was it because I heard about the system administrator from the 11th-floor monster at the last minute of my previous life? Can that be the cause?

Since nothing was certain, the first thing to do was to find out about the system administrator.

But if Baek Heewon couldn’t tell him, he didn’t even know where to go to find out about them.

Kang Sejun sighed deeply.

***

The reason why Seora betrayed Kang Sejun was that she thought that Christopher Campbell would be satisfied if he saw even an L-class.

But apparently, he wasn’t like the usual tenacious man. After that day, he continued to camp in front of the association, and Seora felt really good.

I’m not tired, okay? Ah, how great. I don’t have to come to work using that as an excuse.

‘Hello? Oh, Director Do. Guild Leader Campbell is in front again… Yes, yes. There’s no way to avoid his eyes today. I’m sorry, but can I take a break today?’

That was enough. The kind Director Do then said that she must be troubled to pay attention to this and that and told her to rest well and that it was okay.

Oh my gosh. Who said that angels only exist in America? The association also has one.

Seora, who returned to the hotel with gratitude, happily swam and played around.

In any case, in this way, she’d escaped Christopher’s eyes several times. Among them was also due to Song Hanna’s help.

‘Chris, where are you going? We’re going to work hard for friendship again today. Haha. I’m really glad that the relationship between the US and Korea seems to be getting stronger day by day.’

Every time Christopher was encamped for work at the association, he would be dragged away by Song Hanna, who had a demon on her back. Still, seeing that he’d endured for six days, he was also not an ordinary person.

“But it’s obvious that he’s slowly getting tired. I really hope he disappears soon.”

With that said, Sung Jarim put on the lens with a lot of effort. They were black-colored lenses that covered her unique gold eyes.

Seora, who entered Sung Jarim’s room after getting ready for work, was speechless when she saw her red eyes.

“It’s been a few days, and you still haven’t gotten used to it.”

“Uhhhh. What can I do if it’s so hard?!”

Only one success after 30 minutes. Sung Jarim cried. It was good that she’d bought lenses to cover her eye color, but the problem was that she couldn’t wear it properly.

“When is he going back?! Uhuhu. Please go back so that I can throw these lenses into the trash!”

“Hmm. Why don’t you just meet? Meet him and shout that you don’t intend to go to America. Then he’ll go back.”

“Someone who flew from America can’t be that easy!”

He was such an easy guy, but unfortunately, the two didn’t know that.

“I guess so. Besides, he will stay here for at least 10 days because he needs to give the US some face, right? You’ll stand out more if you enter the association with sunglasses. It can’t be helped. Come on, shove it in, can’t you? Do you want me to do it for you?”

“I-I-I-I-I will do it! Me! I can do it myself!”

The terrified Sung Jarim grabbed the lens case and ran into the bathroom.

She swore she would never borrow Seora’s hand again, as she’d nearly had her eyes plucked on the day she entrusted her to put in the lens.

“Hurry up, hurry up. It’s almost time for work.”

Listening to the voice of the world’s scariest person banging on the bathroom door, Sung Jarim cried and wore the lens.

Whether you’re called Christopher or Crayon, I hope you get out of here soon before my eyes are pulled out.

***

It was unknown whether it was a misfortune or a relief, but thanks to Sung Jarim struggle with the lens, they could easily escape from the hands of Christopher and his guild members.

In the morning, Seora, who went to work after dressing up Sung Jarim with a suit, pretending to be a civil servant of the association, made a strange expression at the gazes on them.

Instead of Is that person an L-class Awakened!? kind of gazes, they were more like a very pitiful look. She glanced at Sung Jarim, wondering for some reason, and soon understood.

Her face had stiffened from wrestling with the lenses for over an hour. Her eyes reddened like someone with an eye disease, her steps trembling as if she lacked energy, and even the size of the Ice Americano Venti she was sucking on.

She was a dying office worker on her way to work, comparable to zombies. Thanks to this, no one would’ve imagined that the owner of such a face was an L-class Awakened.

‘Is it more effective than I thought?’

Compared to Operation Trap using Kang Sejun, Operation No Conscience to sell Christopher to Song Hanna, and Operation Happy without going to work, this was clean and comfortable, incomparable to anything she’d tried so far.

If I don’t want to use Operation Happy in the future, I should use this Operation Office Worker Cosplay.

If Sung Jarim, who struggled to wear her lenses, had known this idea, she would have run away like a Korean zombie, but unfortunately, she lacked the talent to read thoughts.

Sung Jarim, who knew nothing, was dragged into the association by Seora’s hand with a Ugggghh sound.