Is it a novice hunter who doesn’t even know the market value of items? No, for a giant auction with an entry fee of over 300 coins, it would be difficult for such a novice hunter to even participate. It would be mysterious for a novice to have that many coins.
Then… could it be a ‘contract spoony,’ on par with a golden spoon?
Curiosity filled Aya’s eyes as she turned them around. She suddenly wanted to check the face of the seller beyond the crowded people.
“Looking for any specific items?”
With an indifferent expression, black pupils turned slightly towards her.
‘This person…’
Aya’s eyes widened. Somehow, the face seemed familiar. White T-shirt, blue jeans. Nothing special about the attire, but…
While Aya was gazing in front of her stall, she noticed an excessively decorated black umbrella placed in the corner.
At the same time, a faint memory brushed across her mind.
‘Huh. Jagalchi Market? Unni, are you not trying to go to the Unknown Gate, by any chance? Just asking in case. Unni, what’s your rank?’
‘F-grade.’
Right, I remember.
That day, the insane… no, courageous concept hunter who sat next to me on the KTX.
“Wow! Unni, don’t you remember me? Back then, on the KTX!”
“…?”
A doubtful light suddenly flickered in her narrowed eyes. It seemed like she didn’t remember Aya.
“Oh, disappointed. You really don’t know me? I even gave you candy.”
Eunha, who was rolling her eyes, reacted a beat late.
“…Ah.”
Now she seemed to recall. Whatever. Aya smiled warmly and naturally stood beside Eunha.
“Wow, they say we’re connected even if our clothes just brush against each other, but I didn’t expect to meet again in a place like this.”
“Right.”
“Did you end up going to Busan that time? I saw it on the internet. Did you really go against Jecheon Daesung? No way?”
“…?”
Eunha remained silent.
The surroundings started buzzing. It seems Aya’s voice was too loud. The attention of the hunters passing by and those watching items near the stall instantly focused on Eunha.
“Oops.”
Aya slightly covered her own mouth.
Current time: 2 PM.
Due to the three-day Hunter Auction held in Sejong Central Park, nearby restaurants were swarming with hunters like ant colonies.
Aya brought Eunha to this cafe, treating her to lunch as an apology for the failed business.
“Unni, I’m really sorry. I didn’t do that on purpose. I naturally have a loud voice.”
Aya laughed casually and sipped her drink through a straw.
“It’s okay. You can consider it advertising.”
Eunha replied nonchalantly while unwrapping a sandwich. She didn’t seem bothered or angry, judging by her tone, expression, or the way she spoke.
“…”
Pink eyes stared intently at Eunha.
Aya laughed cheerfully as she inserted a straw into Eunha’s drink. While Eunha looked at her somewhat strangely, she didn’t say anything.
‘She seems like quite a nice person.’
Aya thought, smiling playfully. She discovered a black umbrella neatly placed next to Eunha.
“…Unni, where on earth did you get that umbrella? It seems like a design you can’t buy even if you try.”
“Found it.”
Eunha replied plainly.
The more she looked, the stranger she seemed.
‘Going against Jecheon Daesung, being known as the real subjugator of the Unknown Gate, spreading ridiculous rumors like these, openly participating in an auction with an entry fee of over 300 coins…’
Is she really F-grade? Holding her drink in front of Eunha and sipping it, Aya pondered.
But that wasn’t the only strange thing.
The concept hunters and hunter BJs Aya had seen so far were generally divided into two types.
First, the first case, simply being a ‘관종’ (someone who seeks attention and tries to be involved in everything).
“But it doesn’t seem like that.”
Most attention-seekers tend to share their stories as if it were a dance without being asked.
However, Eunha, when we met on the KTX and even today, only gives brief answers to questions and doesn’t elaborate on her own story.
Moreover, although we weren’t very close yet, it was evident that this unni wasn’t the type to enjoy people’s attention.
So, the second case. Hunters who possess non-combative unique abilities but choose the path of a concept hunter out of necessity for survival.
Yeah, this seems more plausible.
If that’s the case, wearing such uncomfortable dresses to engage in hunter activities or even collecting chips despite operating at a loss somewhat explained itself.
“Unni, you also said you’re a free hunter, right? Is the pay good where you signed the contract?”
A deep black gaze is directed here. Eunha, who was silent for a moment, slowly moistened her lips.
“I terminated the contract.”
What?
“Why?”
For a free hunter, a contract was both a means of livelihood and a lifeline.
“Then do you have a client?”
Eunha didn’t answer.
Aya, staring at Eunha while propping her chin on the table, blinked for a moment in thought. After a while, she slammed the table.
“Okay. Then, as a senior at the auction, I’ll give you some tips, especially since I need to apologize. Only for you, unni.”
Tips? Eunha, who was about to grab a cola glass, looked up.
“First, clear everything else and raise item prices from the afternoon. One chip for 15 pieces of leather is insane. I don’t know if you have tens of thousands of pieces of leather.”
“I do.”
The sound of sucking up the drink through the straw was particularly loud.
Aya, who was going to continue giving advice confidently, froze in place.
Eunha added with an innocent face.
“At least 50,000.”
“……”
“……”
… Excuse me?
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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