I Have a Fiancee in a Parallel World

46 – Charisma

“aaargh!!! Aargh!”

*Slap*

“Aargh! You son of a b-“

*Slap*

“Let go!! You crazy b-“

*Slap*

The lobby of the Geumseong Guild.

Hunter Wang Dong-soo, who was dragging Jihoon out.

As soon as he placed his hand on Jihoon’s shoulder, he could quickly sense that something was wrong.

It was Wang Dong-soo, a B-class hunter, using the strength of his demonic power to press Jihoon’s shoulder and pull him outside.

However, no matter how much he pressed or pulled, Jihoon didn’t budge, as if he were an immovable rock.

No, he not only didn’t move, but he also turned his hand on Wang Dong-soo’s shoulder, as if grabbing it and applying force.

Facing himself, a B-class hunter with power skills.

*Growl*

Wang Dong-soo, who raised his magical power, concentrated all his strength on his right hand, which was being held.

Someone who has never been brought to his knees by force anywhere.

Even when facing an A-class hunter, he had confidence that he wouldn’t lose in strength, if nothing else, in power.

But now, here.

Against someone who introduced himself as an academy student, defeated miserably in a hand-to-hand fight, he found himself kneeling with one knee.

Wang Dong-soo, who couldn’t believe that he was pushed back in strength, experienced a moment where his absolute pride crumbled.

He was spewing curses, having lost rational thinking.

“Let me go, you son of a b*tch!!”

Slap

It didn’t hurt.

It was just that the sound was too shallow, capturing the attention of everyone in the lobby, but his slap didn’t hurt.

Slap

Ignoring Jihun’s slap, Wang Dongsoo struggled to free his hand, even using both hands if necessary.

“What the hell are you doing, you bas-“

Slap

Does it hurt more than before?

Moreover, no matter how hard he tried to free his hand using both hands, his hand remained caught without flinching.

Doooooong

Wang Dongsoo gathered all his strength to hit Jihun’s face with his free hand.

Swish

Crack

Snap

“Ahh”

Jihun blocked his punch with his own fist.

As the two intense forces collided, a shockwave spread, causing the glass in the lobby to shatter, and shards flew through the air.

What shattered wasn’t just the glass.

Jihun’s fist and Wang Dongsoo’s fist bones that collided were all shattered.

“Ugh… Agh”

With one hand caught and the other twisted and hanging, Wang Dongsoo began to groan in exhaustion.

“Why do you casually provoke and get punched? People like you…”

“What… what?”

Now, he knelt on both knees, weakly slumping, slowly lifting his head to meet Jihun’s gaze.

“I just asked for someone to guide me. Even if you spoke nicely, like the information desk staff, they would have let me go… but it seems like assholes like you only swear and insult… Thanks for that.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell are you, you bas-“

Slap

“Ah…”

Note: The translation tries to capture the word choice, phrasing, and atmosphere of the original Korean text.

This time, it was not about making a loud noise, but a slap that seemed intended to cause pain.

As Wang Dongsu turned, his cheek burst, and a few teeth jutted out from his mouth.

“You’re not learning, huh? The louder, the better, right?”

Jihun subtly hoped for Wang Dongsu to persist in cursing and draw attention for longer.

“Why so quiet now… no more cursing?”

“…”

Cursing only leads to getting hit…

Realizing this, Wang Dongsu felt unjust but tightly sealed his lips.

“Say something, anything, even if it’s abusive…”

Jihun paused his hand about to strike Wang Dongsu and demanded a response. But Wang Dongsu, already aware of the reason for being hit, remained silent, looking down like a mute person who just struck gold.

Wang Dongsu, a B-class Hunter from the Geumseong Guild, knelt in the lobby, his eyes fixed on the floor.

In the lobby, Guild staff had gathered, and soon the elevator opened, revealing four men approaching Jihun.

“Where are you from?”

The man with broad shoulders and a sports haircut, his face marked by a split scar, asked Jihun politely in a tone contrasting his appearance.

This scar, cutting across more than half his face, indicated the tumultuous journey of his life as a Hunter. Yet, beneath the scar, his expression remained infinitely gentle.

“I am Kang Jihun, a student of the Academy. I’ve come to find a person named Kang Hyundong, also a student of the Academy.”

Jihun unconsciously released one of Wang Dongsu’s hands. His mangled right hand caused his already damaged left hand to fall.

“Shouldn’t the staff receive some etiquette training? Even if it’s not to hit, how poorly must they have learned…”

Wang Dongsu, who had seemed defeated, blinked and finally opened his mouth again at Jihun’s words.

Was it due to the arrival of his companions from the elevator that he found some strength?

“You son of a…! I’ll kill you—”

Without hesitation, Jihun kicked his abdomen.

Jihun paid no mind to the strength of the newcomers in front of him. This was their Guild’s internal space, and how many armed Hunters might emerge was of no concern to Jihun.

He simply did what had to be done.

Jihun adjusted his posture, looking determined, while Wang Dongsu, now airborne, clutched his rib and foamed at the mouth.

“…”

“…”

Are they invisible to themselves?

The bystanders were speechless in the face of Jihoon’s ruthless violence, only watching.

Among those who approached Jihoon, the scarred man at the front was Geum Hyun-seok, the chief of the Geumseong Guild Gate Punishment Team and the 24th ranked A-class hunter.

His eyes briefly fell on the sword hanging from Jihoon’s waist and then returned to their original gaze.

“…You’re quite rough.”

“Not really. I just hit people when I see them.”

“We should consider creating regulations within the guild for mandatory etiquette education…”

“That’s a good idea.”

Following his guidance, Jihoon and Su-yeong took the elevator and ascended to the 30th floor.

***

“So…are you saying that I should either graduate from the academy or drop out?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

With two tables placed between them, Kang Hyun-dong, Geum Hyun-seok, and three others who seemed to be insiders of the guild were sitting facing Jihoon and Su-yeong, making a total of five people.

“What did you say your name was?”

“Kang Jihoon.”

“Hmm…that’s a name I’ve never heard before, and I haven’t seen your face before… Was there someone like you in Class 1?”

“No, I’m not in Class 1 yet.”

Kang Hyun-dong’s eyebrows twitched.

He stared intently at Jihoon, who was calmly drinking his tea across the table.

Then, Geum Hyun-seok, sitting next to him, noticed the atmosphere and asked subtly.

“So, you possess Baekwol. What is your relationship with Hunter Guseongjun?”

When did he notice that?

Jihoon frowned slightly and answered.

“We don’t know each other well. I went to the academy briefly and exchanged a few blows with him, but he suddenly forced me to take care of Baekwol and left.”

There’s no way I would just hand over a famous sword like Baekwol to anyone…

Geum Hyun-seok didn’t think the person in front of him was an ordinary academy student.

“But why do you have to leave the academy?”

Unable to contain his curiosity, Kang Hyun-dong, who had been observing, asked Jihoon.

His doubts were quite valid. It’s understandable that sudden appearances and demands are hard to comprehend.

But the person in front of him was Kang Ji-hoon.

“You’re using the name value without even appearing in the Academy, receiving support funds, and freely accessing information? How is all of that possible?”

Ji-hoon questioned.

“Because I am strong. Isn’t that obvious? It’s possible because I am an A-class hunter powerful enough to make the Academy incapable of doing anything.”

Snort.

Unbeknownst to himself, Ji-hoon burst into laughter at Hyun-dong’s straightforward answer.

It was the answer he had hoped for, the answer he had expected.

Whenever Ji-hoon interacted with hunters, he couldn’t help but notice similarities with the martial artists.

This place was undoubtedly a modern society, but the law of the strong prevailed just like in the martial arts world.

Those with power create the rules, and society simply tolerates and follows them up to a certain extent.

To Ji-hoon, who had survived in the martial arts world for a long time, this was familiar and something he enjoyed.

“I am stronger. Even if I take away the privileges you gained with your power, you won’t have any complaints, right?”

Ji-hoon’s unabashed declaration.

Not only Kang Hyun-dong, but the four people next to him couldn’t help but be shocked.

Did he know where he was right now and who he was talking to?

Before the atmosphere became more serious, Kim Hyun-seok quickly spoke up.

“The Academy is already providing us with conveniences-“

“Sacrifices should be made by the guild, not the Academy. The Academy is a national institution and the guild is a legitimate company, right? If you want, you can also use the power of the guild along with this friend. This friend will definitely have to make a choice between returning to the Academy or dropping out today.”

Not a bulldozer…

It felt like Ji-hoon’s every word was echoing in the conference room.

The people in front of him could only stare at Ji-hoon, lost for words.

The only person sitting next to Ji-hoon, Han Soo-young, was the only one in the room with a different thought.

‘Ji-hoon…has charisma…’