SSS-Class Suicide Hunter - Chapter 224

Chapter 224

Chapter 224. < If (2) >

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Translator:  Seven

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[Recruiting a manager for the World Ranking Number 1, S rank Hunter, The Tyrant of the Tower of Babel, Hunter Yoo Soo-ha.]

Yoo Soo-ha frowned as he looked at the banner.

-Soo-jung.

-Yes.

-Deputy Soo-jung.

-Please speak.

-Does this fit the purpose of this event?

-Is something wrong with it?

Ja Soo-jung’s expression was calm.

-I specifically prepared this in consideration for the Highlight of the Century, Yoo Soo-ha. Reporters will also come on time tomorrow, and I have even planned a special article to be written about whoever is selected to be Yoo Soo-ha’s aide. For the next two weeks, Mr. Yoo Soo-ha’s face will decorate the main page of the portal site. That’s really good. Congratulations

-Where the fuck did such a good manager pop out from? Ah, bitch. Soo-jung. This uncle* loves you very much! Did you know!? (TL: Seeing the word gives me ptsd T~T)

-It’s hot. I can’t breathe. You’re dirty. Please stay away from me. Please don’t breathe when you’re close to me.

-Hey! How am I dirty!?

-How good do you expect a person who did a triple axel vomit three times to smell?

-Fuck. I should have taken a shower…

-So do you not like the contents of the banner?

-No, it’s not that I don’t like that… Wait a minute.

Yoo Soo-ha went into the guild warehouse and returned with a can of paint.

-Osha.

Bracing himself against the wall, he gently rubbed a brush on the flowing banner. As his brush strokes continued, the original content on the banner was completely covered by new wording.

-Good. It’s complete. Awesome.

-…

[Recruiting a manager for the World Ranking Number 1, S rank Hunter, The Tyrant of the Tower of Babel, Hunter Yoo Soo-ha, and a servant for *.] (*: This was left blank in the raw, but I’m assuming it would be Ja Soo-jung)

For a moment, Ja Soo-jung didn’t know what to say.

-Mr. Yoo Soo-ha.

-Mhm.

-Guild Leader Yoo Soo-ha.

-What is it?

-You completely changed the content of the banner.

-I told you. You are the Deputy. You should have a subordinate.

Yoo Soo-ha spoke confidently as if he was reciting a natural truth of the world.

-Where is that bright eyed rookie who came from nowhere, uh, who came and became the manager that supported me for a long time? Huh? Social life isn’t that easy, Deputy Ja Soo-jung.

-Indeed…

-Our guild is undoubtedly superior. I will forever be the all-powerful Guild Leader. Ja Soo-jung, you were the second to join so you deserve to look down on any others. It doesn’t matter whether their title is manager or whatever, just pick a servant. That is strong. And can drive. Uh? Anyway, just pick a decent bastard

-Understood.

-Good. Then I, um… oh… uweeek!!

That day, the interview was held on the spot where Yoo Soo-ha vomited for the fourth time.

Of course, Ja Soo-jung mopped it up so that the 100 gold guild tiles could show their worth. Twinkle.

-What motivated you to apply for this job?

Ja Soo-jung sat in the interviewer’s seat and looked at the applicants.

The faces of the applicants shined like the tiles she’d just wiped.

-I, I’m a hunter from East Asia just like Flame Emperor-nim! East Asia can do it too! If the conditions are the same in the Tower, East Asia has the advantage! I’m here to prove that…

-Boring.

-Huh?

Ja Soo-jung shook her head.

-Our Guild Leader hates his homeland. He also hates countries around his homeland. He also hates the earth where the countries are gathered, and he also hates the universe that the earth exists in.

-…huh?

-And I think he’d hate you too. Next.

Failed.

-What motivated you to apply?

-I’ve always deeply admired Flame Emperor-nim.

-What do you think about human attraction?

-Firstly, I feel entranced while looking at the well sculpted statue of Apollo.

-This one has heard the metaphor about the statue of Apollo so much that even the word gives me a seizure. Well, fine. This isn’t an interview about poetic sensibility. Keep talking.

-Above all else, a beautiful heart that cares for and….

-Bullshit is contagious.

Fail.

-To be honest, I applied because I want to sleep with Flame Emperor-nim.

-Is that so?

-Yes. That’s right.

-…

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-Here, please sign these documents.

-What documents? By chance are they acceptance documents?

-No. It’s a confidentiality agreement. It’s a document made by the top 6 Hunters with their skills. If you mention what you hear here outside, roughly 13 holes will appear in your body, and your life will be like [Oh is that a way out? I’m leaving!] and run away.

-…

-Will you sign it?

-I’ll sign it.

-Will you really sign it?

-Yes, I’ll really sign it.

-Then I’ll tell you.

-I’m listening.

-Mr. Yoo Soo-ha is a eunuch.

-…

-…

-…

-…

-Huh?

-As in impo. He’s impotent. Should this one use not only nouns but also verbs and adjectives to explain? Would you understand then?

-N-, no. That. I. That is… uh…

-Remember the 13 holes.

-…

-For reference, the 13 holes in question does not include your eye holes, nose holes, ear holes, navel hole, pee hole, and poop hole. There will be 13 holes apart from them. Aren’t you curious about your body’s potential to gain new holes?

-I won’t speak even if I die.

-Next.

Fail.

-I.

Then.

-I, That… So, um.

A scruffy man sat down for an interview.

-Um, Even one time… I want to breathe the same air highest person in this world.

Ja Soo-jung looked at the man.

-Why do you think like that?

-More than my life here, more than my life right now… different… I’m not really sure, but I think it might be different. No, it would be. It has to be.

-…

-I, I don’t have any talent and my skill is weird… I can’t go up to the [top], I wouldn’t be able to. But I might be able to help someone go up there. No.

The man got up from his chair and bowed.

-No matter what, I want to help! Please allow me to be there too! I’ll do anything, even chores! The salary, that, I’m fine as long as it’s enough for me to not die from starvation! Please, I beg you!

The girl looked down at the man.

Ja Soo-jung looked at Kim Gong-ja.

-What do you think about the Flame Emperor’s personality?

Kim Gong-ja blinked.

-Uh…

-Please speak honestly. Be really honest. This one must grasp each applicant’s mindset as accurately as possible. If you lie here, you might get accepted right away, but you will be kicked out after a day or two. Let’s save each other’s time.

-…it’s a bit.

-A bit?

-His personality is bad.

-Hmm.

Ja Soo-jung frowned for the first time since the interviews started.

-In what way?

-First off, he, Flame Emperor-nim, says he doesn’t like being called Flame Emperor-nim. But he doesn’t mean that, right? He’s just trying to look cool… Because people scream, you’re amazing, you’re the best Flame Emperor-nim! Flame Emperor-nim! And then, when he brushes it aside saying, [Who gave me that awful nickname] it looks cool…

-Brushes it aside?

-I hate my title. With that one phrase, he makes all the people praising him into his subordinates. The fans think it’s cool and like it… it’s a perfect virtuous cycle… no, isn’t it a vicious cycle…?

-Hmph.

Ja Soo-jung rested her chin on her clasped fingers.

This was also the first time she’d taken such a posture since the interviews started.

-Interesting.

-Huh?

-I understand what you think. Mr. Kim Gong-ja, can you still work for Mr. Yoo Soo-ha?

-Ah, yes. I…

-Mr. Yoo Soo-ha is a much worse person than you think.

-…

-If you join our guild and act with us, you will be seeing that side of Mr. Yoo Soo-ha whether you like it or not. Depending on the incident, depending on the outcome, and depending on the response, you could be killed to keep your silence.

-…

-I will ask again. Do you still want to work for Mr. Yoo Soo-ha?

Kim Gong-ja thought for a long time.

He thought for a long time and then opened his mouth.

-I’m here to work under Mr. Yoo Soo-ha. However, I’m not here to work for Mr. Yoo Soo-ha.

-Heh.

-If Mr. Yoo Soo-ha is worse than I thought… then I really don’t know. Perhaps I’ll try to stop him. Nevertheless, I will give him at least one chance to regain my trust. I have a strong tendency to do that…

-Hmph.

-That’s why, I’m sorry, but I cannot give a definite answer to the interviewer’s question.

-More interesting.

Ja Soo-jung tilted her head to the side.

-Why should I choose you as manager?

-…Because.

The man looked up at the girl.

Kim Gong-ja looked at Ja Soo-jung.

-The interviewer is probably the same as me.

-…

-You aren’t working for the Flame Emperor, you’re working under the Flame Emperor. Since you took over as manager, you never dressed up the Flame Emperor’s personality in a nice way. You never influenced public opinion. You didn’t even hire a part timer. That’s why…

-I’m listening.

-You are looking for someone who will be your comrade, not your servant.

Ja Soo-jung smiled.

-Pass.

And.

-What? F Rank? Soo-jung. I’m pretty sure I asked you last night to find a strong servant. Why did you bring this garbage? The garbage can is right over there. Throw it away.

-For your information, the collection day is Wednesday. Today is Monday.

-How would I know that!?

-Just wait for two days Mr. Yoo Soo-ha. Bully him for two days. Then make a decision.

-No, I made a decision. You seem to be around the same age as me…

Yoo Soo-ha turned to Kim Gong-ja with a terrifying expression.

-If you are still F Rank at that age then it’s a clear estimate of your life. You are trash, trash. You probably work part time or something, go for walks in the hunting grounds on the 2nd floor and get some food for the day from the items you picked up. Lock yourself in the corner of a room chatting on the internet all day. Wow, shit, I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. Hey, Ja Soo-jung. You want me to look at this bastard for two days? Isn’t it the role of a manager to take care of my eye health… Kuaaack! Fuck, what was that!?

-Tangerine juice.

-Why the hell would you throw tangerine juice into my eyes!?

-It is said that tangerines are good for your eyes, Mr. Yoo Soo-ha.

-This fucking bitch, I heard that ginseng is good for your body, so how about I open your skull and fill it with ginseng! Hey, these days when I say Soo-jung, Soo-jung, come here, come here, why do you take your time to come? You wanna die? Do you think I won’t kill you?

-Yes.

-Fuck!

Then.

-Still, it’s pretty fun to pull this bastard.

-Huff, huff, huff huff, ugh, huff…….

-Look at the way he’s crawling after only walking up to the 31st floor. What’s wrong with him? It’s really fun to watch. Huh? Did you purposefully pick this trash in order to give me a funny present?

-Yes.

-As expected, I picked a good manager. Deputy Ja Soo-jung. No, Vice President Ja Soo-jung. I’m going to add Vice President to our Soo-jung too. I’ll dig up some arimentalium and make a nameplate for you. Vice President Ja Soo-jung. President Soo-jung*. How does that sound? Both of them are s j, s j. Soo-jung was born to be President. (*: President is 사장- Sajang.)

-Huuff, huff, huff, hup, huuuff…!!

-Mr. Gong-ja is dying.

-Let him die. That would also be a blessing.

-That’s right. May you be blessed*, Mr. Gong-ja. (*: ‘복 받으세요’ – Bok Badeuseyo. Perhaps you might’ve heard it in a kdrama)

-Many blessings*, part timer. (*: Bok Mani Badeuseyo. Or this one.)

-Fuck…….

And.

Time passed.

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