Novels by pretty oni chan 7

Episode 60: Things That Shouldn’t Be Picked UpThe wind outside the cleared dungeon was thin and dry, carrying the sour aftertaste of blood and burnt gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, beyond the tree line, a crow gave a solitary caw and flew off, disturbed by the recent chaos. The Fishman’s corpse lay sprawled on the ground, half-crushed, half-scorched, and still vaguely twitching as if reluctant to admit it had finally lost. Kim Do-hyun stood over the motionless body with his hands slightly outstretched, eyes locked on the strange, alien sword that had slipped from the monster’s clawed hand just moments ago.It was there on the dirt, gleaming faintly under the broken sunlight filtering through the trees jagged, irregular, with a faint purple mist leaking off its hilt like a smog no wind could clear. For some reason, the sword looked like it had been forged in pain. Not with skill. Not by a blacksmith. But by someone who hated the idea of weapons and

Episode 59 – Field Report (Part 2)Baek Min-jae stood there in silence, the expression on his face flickering between disbelief and professional concern. His eyes moved from the Fishman’s mangled body to the man who stood beside it, chest rising and falling, black uniform torn and covered in ash, dust, and blood that wasn’t all his.Kim Do-hyun didn’t look like much at first glance.He wasn’t tall.He wasn’t wearing some guild-branded armor or enchanted gloves.He wasn’t carrying a legendary sword passed down through some prestigious bloodline.He just looked… normal.But Baek Min-jae had seen the aftermath of enough real combat to know when someone had been through hell and still came out on their feet. There was a difference in the eyes. A calm focus. The kind that didn’t come from training manuals or combat simulations.He stepped forward slowly, careful not to disturb the crime scene. “Excuse me… K

Episode 58 – Field Report The early morning air around the dungeon gate was heavy with confusion and tension. A low mist hung near the perimeter fencing, just thick enough to blur outlines and smear shadows. The temporary barricades had been pushed back, and a line of exhausted-looking guards now stood shoulder to shoulder at the entry checkpoint, keeping watch over a jittery crowd of Hunters, scavengers, and amateur rankers who had gathered like moths around a flame.“Listen, I’m telling you for the last time,” barked one of the gate security officers, his voice hoarse from repeating the same line for the last twenty minutes. “Access to the dungeon is restricted until further notice. No exceptions. I don’t care what license you’ve got. You’re not getting through.”A skinny man in ill-fitted armor raised his hands in frustration, his posture all bluster and impatience. “Restricted? For what? I came all the way from Suwon to get a piece of this p

Episode 57 – The One That Wouldn’t DieThe clone didn’t even flinch.Not when the blade pierced his gut. Not when black, viscous blood erupted from the wound in thick globs, spilling down his chest like oil from a ruptured pipeline. And certainly not when the Fishman’s glowing eyes widened in surprise—just for a fraction of a second—as if it realized too late that this enemy wasn’t going down quietly.Because Number Two—this battered, hoodie-wearing, blood-drenched clone—reached out with one final, shaking arm, and grabbed the monster by the throat.He didn't say a word. He didn't have to.His thoughts, raw and primal, echoed back into Kim Do-hyun’s consciousness with the clarity of a knife scraping bone.If I’m going down, I’m dragging you with me.The Fishman hissed, claws raking across the clone’s back, trying to break free—but the grip only tightened. The clone’s fingers locked like steel traps around the F

Episode 56 – Point of No ReturnA guttural roar exploded through the tunnel like a freight train tearing down a narrow corridor, shaking the rusted piping overhead and forcing brown water to ripple violently across the concrete floor. The Fishman’s body coiled like a spring, muscles flexing beneath its armored hide, and without a hint of warning, it leapt forward. Its eyes flared with an unnatural glow, and its massive, jagged blade cut through the air in a wide arc as it descended toward the nearest clone Number One.Kim Do-hyun’s heart was already racing, but the sensory data flooding back through the mental link with his clone sharpened his instincts to a fine point. Time didn’t slow, but every second was dissected with surgical clarity. He felt the tingle of danger crawl up the clone’s spine as the wind pressure from the incoming strike blew back loose hair and water droplets midair.Number One’s knees bent hard, dropping him just beneath the

Episode 55 — Into the Maw (Continued)Han Jin-woo’s eyes widened further, his voice rising as he took another step back in alarm. “A D-rank Fishman? Are you absolutely sure about what you saw?”Kim Do-hyun, already halfway through checking the charge level of his familiar skill and syncing it back to Number One and Number Two, didn’t hesitate. He nodded without breaking eye contact. “Its form was unmistakable. Standing on two legs, carrying a weapon, exhibiting strategic behavior. This isn’t some evolved variant. That thing is a true humanoid-type aquatic monster.”Han muttered a curse under his breath, his fingers already twitching toward the phone in his breast pocket. “Then we need to inform the Hunter Bureau right now. If that monster is operating inside an F-rank dungeon, the entire zoning system might be compromised. We need to evacuate the surrounding areas and pull every licensed hunter from—”“Wait,” Do-hyun said suddenly, his voice low b

Chapter 10: Reckoning and PreparationKaelen ran his eyes down the perpetual scroll of information: courses, races and the ugly facts behind the pretty phrases of the Supers Association. His teacher had once preened, pompously, “No discrimination of classes.”Bullshit, Kaelen cursed in his head with a vengeance.No open discrimination, no formal caste system that excluded any group of people, that was at least the case. Yet under the surface Kaelen could see the jagged fissures--the divisions so distinct that they could cut flesh and soul alike. Classes were not equal, by no means.The forum motto, whispered over and over, was There are no weak classes, only weak Awakeners. However, the new information Kaelen had acquired gave a more complicated picture: there were classes with sharper claws, faster wings, or tougher scales than others. The crafty snake and the clumsy turtle were both living, but one was much more deadly.The triad of roles, Combat, Support and Lifestyle, was the only

Chapter 9: Secrets of the MarkWhat Kaelen saw on the screen was misleadingly simple: a clean white background, the severe Supers Association logo flashing in the top corner, and two friendly blank bars marked email and password. No glittering symbols or occult writings to suggest that behind this portal are great secrets.Kaelen grinned to himself and quickly typed in the log-in credentials, which that oddly calm woman at the front desk of the Association had provided. His hands were moving on the screen, excitement and anxiety tingling in his flesh.It was not just a regular site, he thought. I am not merely logging into another hellish social media platform, but I am entering a closed club of supernatural cunts.He tapped sign in with certainty and was instantly transported to another world. The dullness of the log in page was replaced by a vivid churning hive of activity that filled the screen like a hive of buzzing information wasps.The new page was like a forum but drenched wit

Chapter 8: Awakening SecretsThe two-bedroom apartment that Kaelen shared was squatting on the second floor of a plain six-story block, a building that had four identical apartments on each floor. The type of establishment where the walls had echoes of daily struggle and hope intertwined within the flaking paint and humming fluorescent-lights.The living was not luxurious,--not by any means--but it was tolerable, the kind of simple comfort to which one adjusts oneself when life requires patience and silent endurance. Kaelen was sure, in the obstinate optimism of new money and new power, that one day soon he would haul his ragged family out of this little, rented cage and into something befitting the future he could see.Within this common territory, the two-bedrooms were partitioned with some practicality and unspoken demarcations. One was Kaelen, a narrow room overfilled with textbooks and an obstinate green plant that would not die. The other was a joint refuge of Aunt Velithe and h

Kaelen lost no time. He called a taxi, threw a crisp bill to the driver without batting an eyelid, and dropped back into the close, leather-scented seat. His muscles, freshly stirred and tingling with the electric hum of potential energy, could have managed the walk, but why the hell would he punish himself, when he was now so suddenly cash-rich? His home was miles away, and the Supers Association was a cruel journey that would consume at least an hour and a half, and he was not going to demonstrate how stubborn he was by dragging his weary ass through the streets of Woodstone.Frugality was off the books with fifteen thousand federal bucks flashing happily on his phone. This was not the moment to be the poor kid who was always sweating over bus fares and day old bread.The taxi was sliding through the streets of afternoon light and buzzing neon signs, and Kaelen sent a quick message to Aunt Velithe: Registered. I am on my way. Till later. Then, just when the car was going over a spee

Chapter 6: Papers and PromisesThe Supers Association building had a smell of burnt ozone, cheap-soap, and ambition.Kaelen went through the twin doors to find a solemn silence, perhaps a couple of glowing ceiling runes humming with divine bureaucracy. He received noise instead. Chaos. Youth. At least thirty children wandering around like lost cultists in a neon temple.It surprised him. The place had been dead still outside, with a false quietness that is like a predator awaiting lunch. But inside? It was a madhouse of hushed whispers, weary employees and glowing registration sigils that flickered like they were about to fall into digital nausea.The majority of the people here resembled him. Young. Unsettled. Stiff-backed with the kind of posture that screamed “I don't know what I'm doing but I want to look cool while doing it.”And they were New Awakeners, like himself.Kaelen didn't need divine insight to piece that together. With only two Association branches in Woodstone City an

Chapter 5: Registering the DeadThe instructors disappeared like bureaucratic ghosts with hangovers and the nine newly minted Awakeners stood blinking in their newfound freedom. They all hung around as though they did not know what to do, go left, right, or up the social ladder. But Kaelen? He did not tarry.He walked as a man with a mission. He was because.Two things had to be done, and one of them was bureaucratic. The other was holy: to tell the woman who had fed his body, warmed his nights and occasionally slapped sense into him with a spatula that he had not failed. Not this time.The first stop was Supers Association.The basics were already known to the former owner of this body even before Kaelen soul crash-landed into this fucked-up magic-cyberpunk hellscape. Everybody did, hell. This was one of the few things that everyone in the Aurora Realm knew to be true: don not mess with the Association or you would have your kneecaps dissolved in the acid of bureaucracy.The Supers A