“Juna. Lee Juna.”
Lee Jun, who was blankly sitting in the airport lounge, turned his head.
His unfocused pupils seemed empty, as if hollowed out. Staring at his silvertoned eyes, they momentarily looked as if filled with fog.
Jun’s mother looked at her son with distress, then patted his shoulder.
“Let’s go. It’s almost boarding time.”
“…Yes.”
Jun walked inside the airport with his mother. A passenger plane to the United States could be seen through the window.
The moment he boarded that plane, returning to Korea would not be easy. With that thought, his steps somehow became even heavier.
“Mom, please check my mind. Which gate was it again?”
His mother started rummaging through her handbag. Jun, who had been quietly watching her, suddenly lifted his head.
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Gate.
The moment he saw that word, his heart sank heavily.
His previously empty eyes started to shake violently. The tremor that began at his shoulders spread unrestrained to his fingertips and toes, and eventually, Jun collapsed to the ground.
“Right, gate 21. Luckily, it’s just ahead. …Huh? Juna?”
Discovering her son trembling like a withering tree, she was startled and grabbed his shoulder.
“Are you okay? Juna, Lee Jun!”
“…I came.”
From Jun’s eyes, a transparent glass bead fell.
“I left it behind.”
That story again. Jun’s mother let out a deep sigh.
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Unlike Korea, which indiscriminately conscripted hunters as soon as their innate abilities were activated, the United States did not.
Moreover, Jun’s father was a U.S. Army Lieutenant Colonel. More precisely, he was a ‘Lieutenant Colonel Jin’ on the brink of a promotion to Colonel, and had already awakened as a hunter.
The son who refused to be by such a father’s side and insisted on staying in Korea felt unreasonably cruel. She pretended not to notice her son’s ears turning red at the joke about having a girlfriend. But then…
“Juna…”
Since the last time at the gate, her son had been destroyed. He’d throw fits at the sight of stray cats, and his soul would leave his body at the sight of someone in hunter uniform.
Her son was already of a delicate temperament. All his colleagues had been massacred right in front of him on a mission, so it was not something she couldn’t understand.
If she’d known, she would have taken him to the United States, ignoring his refusal, even if he protested. She regretted it now.
She hugged her son tightly, convulsing with anxiety and guilt, and kissed his cold, sweaty forehead.
“Juna, I’m telling you again, it’s not your fault. It was just an unavoidable accident.”
“But, but…”
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“America has a more systematic and safe hunter system than Korea. Let’s put the hunter life on hold and take a few months off, then start again in the guild that Dad will soon establish. Understand? You don’t have to force anything there.”
She repeated what she had said yesterday. Jun answered by slowly lifting his wet eyes.
The yellow sign above his head shone brightly as if pulling him in, and blaming him. It seemed as if he could see the flames of the galaxy that disappeared insignificantly in his spreading vision.
‘Galaxy.’
Until the elevator doors closed, Jun couldn’t take his eyes off that place.
[This is the time separator]Drip.
Cold.
Drip.
Something cold kept tapping his cheek.
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He barely managed to lift his eyelids, which wouldn’t move as he wished. Realizing that he had lost consciousness, Eunha struggled to raise her upper body.
“Ugh.”
And then she slumped back again.
Her right shoulder was throbbing. It was more than throbbing. As if the arm had been severed─.
“…….”
Eunha then remembered that she had lost her right arm.
Of course, it seemed that even a hunter’s selfhealing ability could not completely restore a severed arm. It was fortunate that she was able to stop the bleeding quickly by burning it.
The burnt skin stung, but this much could be handled with a hunter’s selfhealing ability and the ointment from the emergency kit.
The scar would remain, but if she were the type to care about that, she wouldn’t have blown off her right arm with a firebomb in the first place.
Eunha staggered to her feet. Once she got up, she felt better than she thought. Oddly enough, even for a hunter’s healing ability.
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Although the bleeding had stopped, she had lost a lot of blood and suffered quite severe burns on top of that.
‘I feel too okay for all of that…’
Puzzled, he slowly stepped forward, something caught under his foot.
It was a black parasol.
Eun Ha blinked slowly.
[Congratulations! You have acquired the ‘Elegant Parasol’ of the ‘Princess of Dark Flames!’]If his memory served him right, that’s what seemed to be written on the message window just before he fainted. After a moment’s hesitation, Eun Ha reached out and grasped it.
Squeak.
Eun Ha’s face crumpled as she looked at the opened parasol. A single sock from Ijun’s backpack would have been more useful.
“……Where the hell am I supposed to use this?”
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?
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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!”
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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…
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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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