The regular hunter seats and the concept hunter seats fell silent as if cold water had been poured over them. Among them, Windmaker, who had been silent, opened his fan and covered his mouth.
“What’s more important than the number is the money. Carefully telling you as you may not know being a rookie hunter, not all hunters get the same pay.”
“Then I’ll change the question.”
Eun Ha turned her head towards Windmaker. The face of the Dark Flame Princess, not even holding a hint of a smile, was fully projected on the rear LED.
“How many people did you save this year?”
The entire studio was once again enveloped in silence.
[This is the time separator]It must have started then.
The tension between regular hunters and concept hunters.
The subject of the third recording was ‘competition’. Naturally, the teams were divided into two the regular hunter team and the concept hunter team.
The theme of the first competition was arm wrestling. In a tournamentstyle competition, the concept hunter team and the regular hunter team competed in the order written in the script.
The first player for the regular hunter team was Windmaker. Proving that his popularity was not only derived from his handsome looks, he successively overpowered the concept hunter team. The second regular hunter’s turn didn’t even come.
“Ahhh… is the concept hunter team collapsing here? Will the department store gift voucher worth 5 million won go to the regular hunter team?!”
The MC flipped the scoreboard located in the center of the studio. 3:0. That was the current score. Of course, 3 was for the regular hunters, 0 for the concept hunters.
“It’s my turn.”
The clown hunter stood up. The concept hunters watched his back with worried eyes.
“They’re so shameless, sending Windmaker first.”
“That must be because their pride was hurt. Show them what you’re made of, Mr. Clown!”
“Well, I didn’t think we’d win, but I can’t show a score of 5:0 to my daughter. It would be too embarrassing.”
The clown hunter slowly walked to the center.
“Sir, are you sure you’re okay?”
Windmaker, who had joined hands with the clown hunter, whispered quietly enough for only him to hear. His confidence reached Eun Ha, who was sitting far away.
“Now, let’s start. 3! 2! 1!”
As the MC’s count ended, the two people’s arms bulged, and the tendons sprang up. The Windmaker, who had already faced three hunters, seemed to struggle quite a bit; was it because he had lost some strength?
“Krrr!”
Mister Clown was shaking his right hand, and gripping the table with his left hand as if he would break it. His face was flushing red, and his teeth made a harsh grinding sound. In short, he seemed to be exerting his utmost strength.
But then,
“Are you desperate for money?”
The moment Windmaker’s lips drew a line,
“You should play according to your age.”
Koom!
A crack appeared on the table.
In an instant, the studio froze in coldness. The stunned MC, blinking his eyes, came to his senses and adjusted the microphone.
“Ah, ah… Wi, Windmaker wins─!”
Beep!
The whistle sound announcing the end of the match echoed in the frozen studio.
“The broadcast complies with safety regulations including ambulance and emergency personnel deployment! Children, never imitate this!”
As if snapping out of it, the MC smoothly continued the show. Afterward, Mister Clown staggered back to his seat.
“It was a regrettable match…”
He was hiding his flushed right hand in the opposite direction of the camera.
But including Eunha, all the concept hunters sitting in the seats saw it. Blood droplets were rising one by one from the back of his hand that was split on the edge of the desk.
“That’s too much. Even if it’s a match, it’s a broadcast… Was this in the script?”
“If you had the strength to break the table, why did you waste time? You just played around, didn’t you?”
The concept hunters began to murmur. Then, a hunter who had been silent raised his hand.
“Hold on. The wound seems more serious than we thought.”
The Straw Hat Hunter opened his mouth with an irritated voice. The MC glanced at the PD with a panicked look. The PD crossed his arms and made a big X.
The youngest writer, sitting in the staff seat, hurriedly ran over, noticing the cue.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t delay the recording time. We will bring a first aid kit later, so please resume recording─.”
“What? Later? Can’t you see the blood now?”
A hunter in an anonymous Hanbok yelled, causing the youngest writer to falter. Finally, the PD, who had been sitting down, spoke in a heavy voice.
“Don’t concept hunters have selfhealing?”
Sigh.
The studio’s air became heavy. The silence was broken by Mister Clown’s cheerful laughter.
“Ha ha ha! This injury is just a drop in the bucket compared to what I get in the gate. It’s okay, we can continue recording!”
“But─.”
Mister Clown firmly grabbed the wrist of the unconvinced anonymous hunter. The clownish face turned serious for a moment.
“It’s fine.”
He whispered so only they could hear.
In the end, the recording continued without interruption. The staff brought a new table to the center of the studio, and the Windmaker sat there with a relaxed face.
“Let’s finish it quickly. I need to treat the wound.”
Windmaker’s words elicited chuckles from the audience seats. Some audience members murmured disapproval, but the majority were his fans, and the minority voices were soon drowned out by laughter.
The MC checked the progress card and brought his lips to the microphone.
“Yes, dear viewers! The current score is 4 to 0. The last remaining Black Flame Princess, can she stop Windmaker’s winning streak?”
The camera rose into the air, and Windmaker’s face was captured on the LED placed at the back of the studio.
Click.
Eunha got up from her seat.
“Don’t overdo it. That guy seems ruthless.”
“I agree with this side. It’s not like you came out to win anyway.”
“Don’t overdo it; just act appropriately without getting hurt and come back.”
The concept hunters whispered encouragement to Eun Ha from behind. Eun Ha, who had taken a step forward, turned her head smoothly.
“Don’t worry.”
Her red lips traced a faint curve. Their eyes, filled with concern, widened in surprise.
She walked with heavy steps and silently rolled up her right sleeve as she stood in front of Windmaker.
“Wow, that’s harsh.”
Windmaker shrugged his shoulders. Eun Ha sat opposite him without replying, resting her elbow on the table.
“…Do I look like a concept hunter?”
Eun Ha asked in a soft voice, audible only to him. Windmaker’s eyebrows twitched; in the trembling moment, the amplified voice of the MC was heard through speakers installed around the studio.
“Oh, such a confident appearance! The Princess of Heuk Yeom, can she defeat Windmaker…”
Crash!
A loud noise rang through the studio. The split table collapsed onto the floor with a thud.
The reaction caused the suspended lighting equipment to shake slightly.
The studio was engulfed in silence for a moment. As it had always been, it seemed the battle ended in a brief instant.
“Next.”
However, this time, the outcome was different.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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