BRH 2

Ha Do-heon blinked at Moon Tae-yi, who was smiling gently and nodding. Ha Do-heon then set a date and time, saying they should meet next week.

He had only thought they would have a casual meal. That’s why he hadn’t paid any attention to his attire. The meeting place was even a cafe in front of the Yakum Dungeon!

But somehow, he was led to a private room with dim lighting, and he had a bad feeling from then on.

Inside the cafe, there was a reception room separate from the main hall, so Hunters who wanted a quiet atmosphere could use it as a private space. The part-timer in charge of the first floor also covered the rooms, so he often scurried around like a hamster.

Maybe that’s why.

Ha Do-heon made eye contact with the part-timer who was walking in, drawing back the curtain at the most crucial moment of his life. In a secret reception room where all sides were blocked, at a do-or-die moment that others shouldn’t see.

So, right now-.

“Shall we date, Do-heon?”

“…Excuse me?”

“I won’t let a single drop of blood get on Do-heon’s hands. Of course, this won’t be enough, right? Tell me what you want. I think I can prepare the dowry. Do-heon just needs to positively consider our relationship. Yes, it would be even better if marriage was the premise.”

“Uh, um… Excuse me?”

Ha Do-heon was about to faint, so he couldn’t imagine how the part-timer who opened the door must have felt. Everything was still dark in front of his eyes.

Ha Do-heon opened his mouth, dumbfounded. It wasn’t just because of the large bouquet of roses that was suddenly held out, big enough to cover the broad chest of a man over 180cm tall. The man’s dazzling appearance, more radiant than the colorful roses wrapped in gold foil, was also not the problem.

It was just that the man holding out the roses and smiling shyly was doing this to him… Why?

“Um… Your order is here. Enjoy your time.”

The part-timer at Morning Star Cafe skillfully put strength in his eyes and retreated with restrained steps. But it was when the door was gently closed.

Ha Do-heon was startled and turned his head towards the door.

“Wai, wait…”

Before he could even finish speaking, a loud shout poured out from outside. And the sound of running footsteps.

“It’s a confession! The number one ranked Hunter confessed inside!! It’s a man! It’s a man!”

This was supposed to be a secret space! Privacy was supposed to be guaranteed! Why is the part-timer’s mouth so light!

Ha Do-heon was horrified and covered his mouth with his hand. His pupils shook violently. He was about to go out and shut the part-timer’s mouth, but the shouts of people burst out like a levee breaking, flying like a smashed ball.

“What, a confession? Moon Tae-yi? The Moon Tae-yi I know?!”

“Who is it, who was it?!”

“Is Moon Tae-yi confessing, or is he being confessed to?”

“Hey, you! Over there! Tell me in detail! I’ll give you pocket money!”

“Newspaper, no! Hunter Patch! Contact someone you know there!”

Ha Do-heon turned pale and took a few steps back before collapsing into a chair. He was ruined, completely ruined… His B-grade life was also going to be cut short and roll away. He should be living like he was dead, but what was going on?

So Ha Do-heon decided to get out of there to avoid Moon Tae-yi.

“Tae-yi, can I go to the bathroom for a moment?”

He quickly left the room and rushed to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. He splashed cold water on his face and banged his head against the wall.

“This can’t be happening… It shouldn’t be like this.”

He had never dreamed that Moon Tae-yi would confess to him, a mere B-grade Hunter. There was no point of contact. They had only exchanged a few words in passing, and no matter how he twisted it, there was no room for their relationship to develop.

“Damn it… Is there something I don’t know?”

No. Putting his hand on his chest, Ha Do-heon had been living quietly like a flounder.

But why is it like this? This doesn’t make sense. It shouldn’t be happening.

Because.

Ha Do-heon was the terrifying Dungeon Boss of the Yakum Dungeon that humanity had to conquer.

Ha Do-heon recalled the events of that day and belatedly shut his mouth. He reflexively stroked the back of his neck to kill the anxiety.

That day, he was knocked down by Moon Tae-yi’s confession attack, and Ha Do-heon couldn’t come to his senses. In the end, he was squatting in the corner of the bathroom when he was discovered by a staff member and delivered back to Moon Tae-yi…

“Tae-yi… I think I need some time to think.”

They decided to have a grace period. Moon Tae-yi sat back leisurely and blinked slowly. As he tilted his head, his hair flowed down smoothly.

“Okay. Would a day be enough?”

No, this guy…

“No. Um… A week?”

“…That’s quite a long time, but it can’t be helped. Then shall I hear your answer in a week?”

“Yes… Yes.”

And that day, he was taken home in Moon Tae-yi’s car in a daze.

What Ha Do-heon needed now was to figure out how to refuse while living a quiet life.

Ha Do-heon swallowed hard through his knot-hole-like throat. If it was revealed that he was the Dungeon Boss, wouldn’t Moon Tae-yi be the first Hunter to tear him apart and kill him?

“I have to refuse. But how do I refuse?”

After sighing at the ceiling a few times, Ha Do-heon got up to wash his face with cold water in the bathroom. But when he burst open the door, there was a dark, swirling other dimension beyond the door, not the bathroom.

“Ren, that guy again…”

He told him not to use it without permission, but he does it all the time.

Frowning, he stepped over the threshold. His body was instantly sucked into the swirling barrier. Soon, the interior of a magnificent mansion unfolded before Ha Do-heon’s eyes.

Thud-.

The small 18-pyeong apartment was instantly transformed into the interior of a castle that could be seen in Europe, but the young man moved his feet familiarly. He walked straight down the wide, long path. Shoes flew from somewhere and were placed in front of his bare feet walking on the marble.

“He even brought the shoes?”

He had been looking for them for a few days, wondering where they had gone, but it turned out they were here. He glared at the shoes with a resentful look, then put them on and walked again.

After passing through several inner gates and climbing the stairs to reach a huge hall, he heard the sound of murmuring voices.

This was the Dungeon Boss’s castle in the center of the Yakum Dungeon.

Ha Do-heon, a current B-grade unaffiliated Hunter. His other identity was the final Dungeon Boss of the Yakum Dungeon.

There was a reason why he wore the Dungeon Boss hat. To be exact, it was the story of why he had no choice but to become the final Dungeon Boss of the Yakum Dungeon.

Ha Do-heon was born in winter and abandoned in front of an orphanage. He was born as a human being. It would take a long time to explain, but in short, that’s it.

For example, ‘I regressed and became a Dungeon Boss.’

The Yakum Dungeon has become an important resource today, and has been reborn as a training Dungeon where Hunters from all over the world challenge their limits. The reason was simple.

Awakened Hunters could be resurrected even if they died in the Yakum Dungeon. Even if their limbs were cut off, their heads were split open, or they were cut in half, they would open their eyes and come back to life at the resurrection point at the entrance of the Yakum Dungeon.

The terrain of the Yakum Dungeon changes randomly each time it is entered. Humanity has only broken through 4 floors in the past 50 years, and the total number of Dungeons identified in the process is 5,990.

World-renowned Hunters obtained tickets from Korea to use the Yakum Dungeon as a training Dungeon, but there were conditions. The by-products and strategies that came out of the process had to be transferred to Korea or openly disclosed to guarantee the next ticket.

In the eyes of the foreign press, Korea was no different from a bullying thug.

“But there’s a problem!”

The boy suddenly raised his finger and said triumphantly.

“What problem?”

“Uh… I don’t know either? That’s what Master said.”

The boy and the young man. They had been talking until just now. It was about Korean history. They didn’t need to know, but since the Dungeon Boss was Korean, it wouldn’t hurt to know, or something like that.

“Oh! It’s Master!”

As soon as Ha Do-heon entered the hall, the boy who had been floating in the air flew over like an arrow.

“Ren, I told you not to do weird things to the door.”

“I can’t help it, I’m so eager to see Master. Master doesn’t come unless I do this.”

“Let me live my life a little? I still come every three days.”

“Wow, how amazing! Now Master’s life is being the Dungeon Boss. How could you forget that! I need to remind you of your duties as the Dungeon Boss. To do that, you need to know the history of the Yakum Dungeon first. I was just talking about that with Mut. Sit down, sit down!”

Led by the boy’s hand, Ha Do-heon reached the round table and sat down with a sullen face. In front of the round table were the young man, the boy, and a wobbly yellow slime. The huge young man, who had been sitting with his arms crossed, suddenly asked Ha Do-heon.

“Master, what’s the problem?”

“What problem are you talking about?”

“No, the kid just said something. He said there was a problem with the Hunters before the regression.”

Ah. Ha Do-heon belatedly seemed to remember something and sighed. His brow furrowed slightly as he rubbed the end of his eyebrow.

“Um… a problem, uh… there is one.”