Daddy is too Strong-Chapter 147

Do-Jun slowly opened his eyes around 7 AM, naturally waking up at the usual time.

Technically, since Do-Jun had reached the pinnacle of the Heavenly Demon Cultivation Art and reached a transcendent level, his body no longer required sleep. He had become far removed from human limitations. Still, sleeping peacefully was a good habit, and he enjoyed resting with his family every night.

Recently, mornings always started the same way, with Do-Jun being the first to wake up. He began his day with a cup of instant black coffee, which tasted similar to the Dragon Well tea he used to drink in the Central Plains.

As he sipped his coffee, he went through the daily morning newspaper, catching up on domestic and international news.

So, what happened yesterday?

Hunter Rankings Updated: A-rank Hunter Jeon Dong-Pil promoted to eleventh place and ascends to S-rank! No changes in the top ten S-rank Hunters. Jeon Dong-Pil says, “I will fulfill my responsibilities and duties as an S-rank.”

The world, including Korea, was caught in a Hunter craze since the emergence of Fissures and Status Windows ten years ago. Those who Awakened and gained skills almost invariably became Hunters.

An A-rank Hunter was roughly comparable to or slightly weaker than a first-rate martial artist from the Central Plains, while an S-rank Hunter was equivalent to a first-rate or peak-level martial artist. Of course, even S-rank Hunters couldn’t hold a candle to the elite of Heavenly Demonism, but compared to ordinary people, their power was overwhelming.

The bedroom door swung open, and Yoon-Hee walked out. She had slightly wavy, shoulder-length hair and covered her mouth with one hand as she yawned softly.

“Good morning, Father. Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“Yes, and you?”

It was the usual peaceful routine.

Do-Jun started getting ready for work.

***

The platinum badge engraved with an “S” was the symbol of an S-rank Hunter. Jeon Dong-Pil clutched it tightly, feeling as if he could soar.

“Congratulations.” Young-Chul extended his hand to Jeon Dong-Pil for a handshake, his face beaming.

“Thank you. I’ll do my absolute best.”

Being recognized as an S-rank Hunter in Korea, a Hunter powerhouse, was no small feat. In fact, neighboring Japan often remarked that Korea’s top A-rank Hunters were comparable to, if not stronger than, their own S-rank Hunters. China was similar, but when comparing S-ranks directly, Korea maintained a slight edge.

Jeon Dong-Pil admired the platinum badge in his hand. This was no mere trinket—it was akin to the royal edicts of the Joseon era. The badge granted access to nearly any location, free use of Korea’s finest hotels, and unlimited first-class flights, solidifying his status as a VVIP.

“The news created quite a stir regarding the new S-rank Hunter,” Young-Chul remarked.

“It’s a bit embarrassing. I didn’t need all that attention,” Jeon Dong-Pil replied modestly.

Young-Chul chuckled as he took a seat on the sofa.

“By the way, have you registered with the National Smithy yet?” he asked Jeon Dong-Pil.

“Not yet, sir. I’m not sure which suit to choose...”

As an S-rank Hunter, Jeon Dong-Pil was entitled to a custom suit from the VIP section of the Korean National Smithy, located within the Hunter’s Bureau. While A-rank suits typically cost over five billion won, S-rank suits exceeded thirty billion won, boasting unparalleled performance.

“Hunter Ryu Jun-Yeol will be visiting the Smithy soon. Join him.”

“R-Ryu Jun-Yeol?! The Ryu Jun-Yeol?”

Jeon Dong-Pil’s eyes widened.

***

The Spear King, Jun-Yeol, ranked second among Korea’s Hunters. No one in the world could match his mastery of the spear.

“Hoo...” While waiting in the first-floor lobby, Jeon Dong-Pil took a deep breath.

He was also a spear-wielder, and Jun-Yeol was his idol. As a member of Behemoth, the world’s strongest guild, and the strongest spear-wielder alive, Jun-Yeol was a living legend.

I’m also an S-rank Hunter now, Jeon Dong-Pil thought.

Still, even among S-rank Hunters, the difference in skill was undeniable.

The elevator doors opened, and a man wearing a hoodie, shorts, and slippers stepped out, yawning as he shuffled along.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Jeon Dong-Pil,” Jeon Dong-Pil greeted enthusiastically.

“Ah, yes. I’m Ryu Jun-Yeol,” Jun-Yeol replied.

“It’s such an honor to meet you! I’ve admired you for a long time.”

“Me?”

“Yes! I use a spear too.”

“Ah, I see.” Jun-Yeol showed little interest and turned toward the National Smithy.

Dong-Pil followed closely behind.

“Sir, your recent Core raid broadcast was incredible. It gave me chills,” Jeon Dong-Pil said.

“Well... I appreciate the kind words,” Jun-Yeol replied dryly. However, Jeon Dong-Pil didn’t mind his cold demeanor—everyone knew this was just how Jun-Yeol was.

The automatic doors of the Korean National Smithy slid open, and the two S-rank Hunters were greeted by the staff with deep bows. Jun-Yeol casually displayed his platinum badge and headed toward another elevator that descended to the VIP floor of the National Smithy. Dong-Pil followed suit, presenting his badge.

Seeing a fresh badge, the attendant recognized the newly minted S-rank Hunter and, smiling politely, said, “This way, please.”

Dong-Pil giggled inside and followed.

***

The selection of S-rank suits was limited, and for good reason. All the materials were of S-rank quality, and each suit was meticulously handcrafted by master artisans.

Jeon Dong-Pil picked up a suit made from Wyvern Scales.

Seeing this, Jun-Yeol held up a suit made from Great Magma Worm Hide, and said, “Take this one. It’s better for real combat. Wyvern Scales don’t have good poison resistance.”

Jun-Yeol’s tone had shifted to informal speech, but Jeon Dong-Pil didn’t mind. In fact, he was thrilled that Jun-Yeol had taken the time to help him choose out his suit.

“Yes, senior! I’ll go with your recommendation.”

“Senior? You’re gonna need to wait a bit before you can call me that. Call me ‘Hunter Ryu’ for now.”

“Understood, Hunter Ryu!” Jeon Dong-Pil replied, grinning.

***

Jun-Yeol found himself liking Jeon Dong-Pil quite a bit. Perhaps it was their shared weapon of choice, the spear, or Jeon Dong-Pil’s friendly, eager demeanor. With some free time, Jun-Yeol invited Jeon Dong-Pil out for lunch and coffee, sharing tips and advice.

“Alright, let me give you a little tip that will go a long way.”

“A tip?”

“Yes. It’s more like a word of wisdom. You see, everyone has a pre-determined lifespan, but we all need to do our part to live it out by avoiding accidents and troubles. Anyway, take a look at this,” Jun-Yeol said, placing a notebook titled “Supervisor Lee Analysis Report” on the table.

The “report” was nothing more than a cheap seven-hundred-won notebook from a stationery store with the title marked with a thick Sharpie. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

“What is this...?” Jeon Dong-Pil asked, dumbfounded.

“This is wisdom I’ve accumulated over the past few months,” Jun-Yeol said proudly.

Cautiously, Jeon Dong-Pil opened to the first page.

[Profile of Supervisor Lee Do-Jun]

Name: Lee Do-Jun

Age: 26–27

Works in the Fissure Management Division at Seoul City Hall

Has one daughter

Favorite food: ??

Least favorite food: ??

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“U-uh... this is...” Jeon Dong-Pil didn’t know how to respond.

Why was the profile of a Seoul civil servant so important, and why did Jun-Yeol seem so proud of it, referring to it as “words of wisdom”?

“The key is to never get on his bad side. Absolutely never cross him. Trust me, you have no idea how long it took me to figure this out,” Jun-Yeol said earnestly.

“Never cross him... but why?” Jeon Dong-Pil asked, confused.

For an S-rank Hunter—one of the country’s most elite—to feel the need to tread carefully around a mere civil servant made no sense.

“I’ll lend this to you for a day. Go to a print shop, make a duplicate, and memorize it. You’ll thank me later.”

Jeon Dong-Pil stared at him, realizing with increasing certainty that Jun-Yeol was completely serious.

***

The sound of a photocopier filled the print shop. The shop owner carefully turned the pages of a notebook, diligently making copies. Jeon Dong-Pil stared blankly at the printed sheets emerging from the copier tray.

“It’s fifty won per page. Binding will be an additional three thousand won,” said the shop owner.

“Sounds good... keep the change,” Jeon Dong-Pil said as he handed over a fifty-thousand-won bill.

The shop owner smiled widely. With such a generous payment, the owner put more effort than ever into binding the copies. The final product was high quality, but Dong-Pil couldn’t understand why he was even doing this in the first place.

***

Strolling leisurely through the streets of Bangbae-dong, Jeon Dong-Pil flipped through the pages of the “Supervisor Lee Analysis Report.” After about thirty minutes, his gaze fell on a street food stall offering quick bites like fishcake soup, skewers, and alcohol.

“They still have stalls like this, huh?”

Feeling nostalgic, Jeon Dong-Pil decided to celebrate his promotion to an S-rank Hunter with a drink. Inside, three plastic chairs were arranged to face the stall owner.

Seeing the vendor’s sharp features and tall frame, Jeon Dong-Pil thought, Wow. A foreigner?

Oddly, he was also wearing a white coat in this summer heat. It was strange, but ultimately not important.

Jeon Dong-Pil called out his order. “Hello, one fishcake soup and a bottle of soju, please.”

“Okay.”

The casual tone of the response annoyed him a bit, but it was too nice a day to get upset, so he let it slide.

Then, another voice came from outside the stall. “M-Master! It’s just a huge misunderstanding! Please!”

A man and a talking dog entered the stall.

The sight of the man made the shop owner visibly flustered, stammering out a greeting. “W-welcome.”

“How much does Yong-Yong owe you?” the man with the dog asked the vendor.

“Uh... well...”

At that moment, the vendor locked eyes with the dog, who glared back and swallowed nervously. Recently, Yong-Yong had racked up over thirty thousand won in unpaid taiyaki, but he seemed to have kept it a secret from Do-Jun.

Do-Jun pulled out two fifty-thousand-won bills. “Here, this is the payment.”

“Thank you... Please feel free to eat whatever you’d like.”

Do-Jun sat in an empty chair. With still some time before dinner, he figured he might as well enjoy some fishcake.

“How’s business these days?” he asked the vendor.

“Good. A lot of humans have been coming by.”

“I see.”

The vendor handed Jeon Dong-Pil a bowl of fishcake soup and a bottle of soju. The steaming soup, filled with various fishcakes, looked delicious. After taking a bite, Jeon Dong-Pil found the flavor exceptional. Even the broth was the best he had ever tasted.

“You are an amazing cook, sir,” he remarked with wide eyes.

“Then come back often,” the vendor replied.

As he spoke, he placed a bowl of fishcake soup in front of Do-Jun and Yong-Yong. However, he accidentally knocked a notebook off the table.

Seeing the notebook fall to the ground, Jeon Dong-Pil cried out and immediately bent down to pick it up, but stopped midway. Do-Jun had already picked it up and handed it back to him with a smile.

“Thank you,” Jeon Dong-Pil said.

“Did you make this?” Do-Jun asked, reading the book title Supervisor Lee Analysis Report.

“Huh? This?” Shrugging, Jeon Dong-Pil replied, “No, someone gave it to me. They said it was a ‘word of wisdom’ and told me to memorize it inside out. Well, that one’s a copy.”

“By someone, you mean...”

Straightening up, Jeon Dong-Pil added, “Ahem. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him—Hunter Ryu Jun-Yeol?”

Dong-Pil subtly observed Do-Jun’s reaction. In Korea, everyone knew the name Ryu Jun-Yeol. Surely, Do-Jun would be shocked to hear it.

However, Do-Jun didn’t react at all. He simply nodded and replied, “I see.”

***

The next day, Young-Chul was in his office having a meeting with Behemoth Guild about their plans to raid the Core and whether they would participate in the upcoming swordsmanship festival. However, one guild member, Jun-Yeol, was absent.

“He said he has an urgent matter to attend to?” Young-Chul asked during a break, curiously.

Kang-Hyun hesitated, unsure how to respond. Seeing his discomfort, Ae-Kyung stepped in.

“Supervisor Lee gave him a... personal task.”

A personal task? What could it be? Curiosity got the better of Young-Chul, and he pressed for more details. Ae-Kyung and Kang-Hyun exchanged glances, hesitating to answer.

Just then, the office door burst open. Standing there with a huge stack of papers was Jun-Yeol. He looked pale, was out of breath, and appeared visibly panicked. Something had clearly gone wrong.

“H-help me! I only have two hours left!” he cried out, dumping the papers onto the table.

Sighing, Kang-Hyun ran a hand through his hair as Young-Chul picked up one of the densely written sheets.

“What is this?” Young-Chul asked.

Written in bold at the top were the words “Apology Letter.” It detailed everything Jun-Yeol had done wrong, how he planned to reflect on his actions, and his future behavior. One section, underlined, specifically demanded that he read the Personal Information Protection Act and write a review of it.

“It’s an apology letter. I still have eighty-seven pages to write in two hours. Please, I beg you, help me!”

The personal task assigned by Do-Jun was, in fact, to write an apology letter. Swallowing dryly, Jun-Yeol desperately looked at the three of them for help, but they all avoided his gaze.

Standing up, Young-Chul spoke first. “I just remembered I have to visit the Academy. Let’s wrap up this meeting here.”

With that, he escaped the room.

“I have a matter to attend to,” Kang-Hyun added.

“Oh, I just remembered I have plans as well,” Ae-Kyung said, quickly following him out.

Left alone, Jun-Yeol let out a desperate cry.

“You heartless bastaaaaards!”

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