My Auto Cloning System-Chapter 34: Episode — Everyone’s watching, like, let’s see how this madman hunts

Episode 34 — Everyone’s watching, like, let’s see how this madman hunts

The internet was practically melting from activity. Every thread, every video, every comment section across hunter forums was screaming the same thing. Hunters, students, bloggers, guild interns, even tired old field agents were all whispering, mumbling, or outright yelling it out loud.

"Who the heck is this lunatic...?"

Captured on shaky camera angles and low-budget drone feeds, one figure stood against an entire sea of scaled frogs. He wasn’t flinching. He wasn’t breathing hard. He wasn’t even sweating. The sheer pace of his kills had become so disturbing that some viewers assumed the footage was tampered with, looped, or glitched. But there was no trick. Just one man. One weapon. And hundreds of frogs collapsing in droves like someone was mowing a lawn.

[Holy Domain - Field Channel 17 Live Chat]

✎ WaterDragon_95: Bro is farming like it’s a mobile game

✎ GreedyHands: Anyone else counting the kills?? Over 200???

✎ DdukbokkiQueen: No voice, no emotion, not even a guild badge... he’s terrifying

✎ Admin: Record alert triggered... collecting timestamps for Hunter Authority verification

But the screen cut black.

The camera panned to silence. The wild chaos of the battlefield faded away. The cries of frogs being dismembered and torn asunder by inhuman efficiency were gone. Instead, we were now inside a home—quiet, clean, almost peaceful. The stark contrast was dizzying.

And there, seated with his legs crossed and a thin whiteboard marker in hand, was the very same so-called madman. Kim Do-hyun (김도현), sitting calmly inside Oh Min-joo’s living room, wore an expression so neutral it bordered on robotic. If anyone had seen him just a few hours earlier turning the forest floor red, they would never believe this was the same person.

Min-joo sat opposite him, her arms crossed in a dramatic pout as she scribbled on her notebook, struggling to memorize theory principles that weren’t even going to appear on her middle school exam. Her foot tapped against the carpet in frustration while Do-hyun flipped her workbook with the speed of a machine.

But internally, he was lost in thought. The clone system was bothering him more than usual.

He glanced to the side, watching her attempt to summon mana into her left hand again, failing once more, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about the absurd results of his last field deployment. The data didn’t make sense. His clones were only supposed to have fifty percent of his total stats. That was the foundational law of how the skill worked. Nothing had changed.

So how in the world were they achieving such disproportionate results? They shouldn’t even be able to stand toe-to-toe with an adult scaled frog, let alone slaughter entire groups by themselves.

It was absurd. Their power-to-efficiency ratio was off the charts. Their movements were eerily perfect—almost inhuman. No hesitation. No wasted motion. No ego. No panic. Just raw, brutal optimization like living algorithms.

He tapped the marker against his knee, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Were they really so strong because they were... simple?

"Professor, whoa! Look!"

His mind snapped back to reality.

"Huh?" he blinked.

Min-joo was squinting at him suspiciously, one eyebrow arched high in mock interrogation.

"What were you thinking about just now?" she asked, her arms now folded behind her head. "You were looking off into space like one of those tragic anime teachers that hides a dark past."

Do-hyun smiled faintly and tried to brush it off. "Just thinking about you and your studies. How far you’ve improved, warrior."

She narrowed her eyes, immediately calling his bluff.

"Liar. Just say what you were really thinking. I won’t tell anyone."

He sighed with playful surrender. "It’s nothing serious. I just went hunting recently and the results were... a little better than expected."

Min-joo immediately jerked upright like a spring had gone off in her spine.

"You went hunting?!" she practically shouted. "Wait... so you’re really a Hunter? Like an actual licensed one?"

Do-hyun hesitated for a moment, realizing this was one of those conversations he should have had earlier, and nodded with a guilty grin.

"Sorry for not telling you before."

Min-joo’s eyes widened, then narrowed. She sat back down with a thud and folded her arms, acting like it wasn’t a big deal but failing miserably.

"Wait, if you’re a Hunter, then you probably know about the gossip going viral today, right?"

"What gossip?" he asked.

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she pulled out her phone, unlocked it with a spark of mana authentication, and shoved the screen in his face.

"This guy! He’s called the God of Eagle Eyes. He’s the new hot topic. He’s already taken down over two hundred scaled frogs. And the best part? He does it without saying a single word. Like, at all! Isn’t that so cool and mysterious?!"

Do-hyun’s face froze.

He stared at the video on the screen. The silhouette was him. The movements were his. The silence was definitely his. But the nickname? The way people were talking about him like he was some dark antihero vigilante from a manhwa?

He had no clue how to respond.

Min-joo kept scrolling and reading aloud enthusiastically. "One guy says he thinks the Hunter might be blind but still fights using sixth sense. Another girl says she wants to marry him if he’s single. Oh, and someone wrote fan fiction already!"

Do-hyun covered his mouth, blinking rapidly. What the heck was going on?

Then she paused.

Her fingers gripped the phone tighter.

"You know... I wanna become a Hunter too."

He looked up. "You’re awakened?"

She nodded slowly and opened the drawer near the table, pulling out a folded license. It wasn’t anything special—an entry-level field access pass with the lowest clearance and generic weapon classification.

"I got licensed months ago," she said softly. "But I’m scared to go out. Dungeons are terrifying. Fields are unpredictable. I thought maybe... if I improve and get a good grade in rune theory and control, someone like you might take me along someday."

Do-hyun leaned back and grinned. "That’s easy. I’ll take you. You won’t even need to ask twice."

Her face lit up instantly. She practically jumped from her seat and thrust her hand forward.

"Pinky promise. Come on, mister. If you break it, I’ll fail every exam on purpose and tell the guild you’re a liar."

He chuckled, extending his pinky. Their fingers locked.

"Deal."

She smiled like a little kid given an extra cake after dinner, practically vibrating with excitement.

"There are safe hunting zones too," he added, trying to temper her enthusiasm with logic. "You don’t have to start with full dungeons. Controlled fields have protocols and emergency teams."

"I don’t care! You promised!"

He nodded again.

A few hours later, after torturing her with magical theory, cognitive drills, and rune writing exercises until her head nearly exploded, Do-hyun finally stepped out of the study room.

Min-joo’s mom was waiting by the hallway, drying her hands on an apron.

"Did the lesson go well?" she asked warmly.

Do-hyun bowed politely and smiled. "Yes. She’s improving quickly. She’s really talented."

Behind the door, Min-joo was pressed against the wood, blushing like a strawberry. When she heard his footsteps vanish down the hallway, she threw herself on the bed like she was acting out a drama scene.

"I made a promise with a boy today... and he’s a Hunter... he’s so cool... ahhhhh!" she groaned into her pillow like it was absorbing all her newfound excitement.

She raised her hand and summoned a tiny sphere of light, a miniature sun no larger than a marble, burning softly between her fingertips. Her eyes sparkled with the same fire. She wasn’t just motivated. She was obsessed.

"I’m gonna go hunting with him one day. Just wait."

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Later that evening, back at the temporary WN Agency field base, chaos was still unfolding.

The piles of rabbit corpses were stacked so high that one of the collection team leaders nearly fainted at the sight of them. Bags, crates, containers—every supply unit was operating past capacity.

One worker cursed as he taped down yet another blood-splattered cargo box. "We need more damn trucks! This is ridiculous!"

Another guy shouted over the noise. "Hey, we already called three separate collection squads! That’s like three hundred workers, and it’s still not enough!"

At the center of the whirlwind, Han Jin-woo was glaring at Do-hyun.

"Where the hell were you?" he barked. "You crazy punk! Do you know how many times I tried to contact you?!"

Do-hyun scratched the back of his head.

"I was doing tutoring. Had to earn some extra pocket money."

Han looked like he was about to tear his own hair out. "Tutoring?! While your clone is out there murdering everything in sight like a possessed reaper?!"

Another staffer chimed in, panting. "We had to bring out emergency storage. This kid kills faster than we can even box stuff up. It’s the first time... we’ve ever had to call this many collection teams..."

"How many?" Han demanded.

The guy stared down at the manifest and swallowed hard.

"Over three hundred and fifty-two workers. All just for cleanup."

Do-hyun blinked.

Even he didn’t know what to say.