The Hunter Who Does Not Age Is So Strong

Prologue: Hunter Kim Bongpal

 

Kim Bongpal, a 1-year-old, was named Kim Bongpal.
At age 12, he escaped from the orphanage.
At the age of 17, he started making a living with his natural fighting skills.
And at 21 years old.

The world was destroyed.

 

* * *

 

Ptooey!

A young man in his early to mid-20s spat bloody phlegm on the ground.

“Haah.
Fuck.
I can’t even do this.”

Behind him was the hunched corpse of a monstrous creature.

“Hey.
If you have any cigarettes, give me one.”

The young man leaning on the monster’s corpse spoke to the man next to him.
The man, busy catching his breath, hurriedly approached at the young man’s prompting and put a cigarette in his mouth.

Crackle-

“Whooo.
Haah.
It’s fucking hard, isn’t it?”

“Yes.
You’re right, Captain.”

“Captain, my ass.
I told you to just call me hyung.”

It was a strange sight.
The young man in his early to mid-20s was called the captain, but the other man must’ve at least been thirty.
But no one found it strange.

“Whooo.
Hey.
Think well.”

The young man, smoking the cigarette down to its butt, exhaled a long sigh.

“Yes?”

“As you can see from the last few months, this is a fucking bad life.”

“…”

“Money? Yeah, fuck, you make good money.
But do you know that?”

The man laughed bitterly at the young man’s words.
He had said the same thing since the first time they met.

The hunter life it’s nothing. So, don’t think about becoming a hunter and do what you’ve been doing.

The older man could only hear it as someone complaining for the sake of it.

“I started my Hunter life at the age of twenty-one.
The number of people who chose the same line of work at that time was 100…and I’m the only one who didn’t die.”

“…”

“Son of a bitch, you don’t seem impressed.
Fuck, okay, I’m not the only one.
About ten are alive, and two of them lost a few limbs.
About five guys are like me and still make a living by slicing up monsters.
The other three are over there, up there.”

Crackle-

The young man lit another cigarette with the one still smoldering in his mouth.

“The S-class Hunter you wanted to be, those bastards.
They are 3 out of 100.”

“It’s four.”

“What?”

“If you try, you can get an S-class license, right?”

The young man laughed.

“Bullshit.
Do you think that anyone can become an S-Class? You say that because you don’t know, but in front of them, I’m a joke.”

“What? Last time, you dealt with three other A-class Hunters alone…?”

“They only have A-grade labels.
Fuck.
If it’s a real S-class, even if there’s one truck of guys like that, they’ll all die in a single swing.”

Although he said that, the A-class Hunters the young man dealt with were veterans who’d been Hunters for more than 10 years.
In fact, according to the standards of this young man, more than half of the S-class Hunters, of which there were only 50 in the world, were only labeled S-class Hunters.

“Anyway.
Think well.
Fuck, there’s a lot of talks because the number of monsters that appear has decreased.
Sooner or later, this will be over.”

“…Thanks for the advice.”

“Advice, my ass.
Hey, I’ll go first, so clean this up and follow me.
Haah, fuck.
Is it because I’m getting old? What did I do to make my body ache? I’m going to have to stop doing this soon.
Fuck.”

So, 37-year-old A-class hunter Kim Bongpal added a 6-star monster to his hunting list, and four years later, Kim Bongpal, 41 years old, retired from the hunting life.

And at 57, the monsters disappeared.

 

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Chapter 1: Hunter Kim Bongpal (2)

 

The world’s largest nightlife city, El Plades.
The best hotel there, Caesars Palace, had a rumor close to a legend.

[In Caesars Palace lives a god.]

It was about a property god.
A man who spent money like water in El Plades, which boasted several times the price of other cities.
A man who didn’t hesitate to spend thousands of dollars on a meal before returning to his hotel room with a smile, even if he lost hundreds of thousands of dollars overnight at the gambling board.

El Plades was a gathering place for wealthy people who prided themselves on being second to none when it came to spending money.
Even there, the property god was said to spend the most.

And there was one more rumor related to the property god.

[If the Property God is on your gambling board, never leave that board.]

Usually, gambling was about sometimes losing and sometimes winning.
However, the property god’s gambling had a slightly different meaning.

“Fuck, I’m hungry.
All in!”

“…Call.”

Everyone’s attention was focused on the dealer’s fingertips except one person.
The man commonly referred to as the Property God didn’t seem to care what kind of cards the dealer would get.

“What should I get for dinner? Seafood? No, I ate that yesterday.”

What was important to him right now was the dinner menu, not the gambling board that cost him nearly $1 million.
And when the cards came out.

Someone shouted.

“I-It’s me! I won!”

The joy of taking the whole million dollars couldn’t be contained.
Of course, the man nicknamed Property God was still not interested.

“Hmm.
I had fun.”

He just said that to the man who got the money and left the table.
He didn’t seem to have any regrets about losing.

[If the Property God is on your gambling board, never leave that board.]

This maxim came from the attitude of the man.
He didn’t gamble to win money; he would play a bit and always go all-in at the end.
And if he won? He would go all in again.
He would repeat it until he lost.
For him, gambling wasn’t an act to win money.
It was just a game as long as it didn’t end without losing all the money he had brought.

“Whoa! Oh, Property God-!”

That was why the gamblers of El Plades fervently praised the Property God.
He was a man who never went back after winning money and who betted everything on his hand no matter what it was.
How could someone not love him, given that?

“Don’t be dramatic, fuck.”

Of course, the man called Property God, 53-year-old former A-class hunter Kim Bongpal, was still not interested.

 

* * *

 

Kim Bongpal was a successful Hunter.

He was incredibly successful.
Not enough to make a name for himself in history, but enough to be rich.
Hunters made a lot of money if only they survived, and Kim Bongpal was a Hunter who survived until his retirement.
Therefore, he made a lot of money.
But if you had to ask if the money earned through life as a Hunter made Kim Bongpal the Property God…

Well, it didn’t.<