All Chapters of Judul: "DEATH MORTGAGE: The Hunter's Liquidation"
: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
Chapter 1: The Stench of Sweat and Death in Sector B
The canvas straps of the backpack dug into Han Jihan’s shoulders, tearing at the skin.The ninety-pound load of mana potions, a folding tent, leftover magic cores from low-class monsters, and emergency rations felt like a slab of hot lead pressing down on his spine. Jihan gritted his teeth, forcing the thin combat boots on his feet to keep slogging through the pools of green sludge in Sector B of the A-Class Dungeon, "Crying Cave."Five people walked casually ahead of him. They were the elite team from the White Tiger Guild. Their armor gleamed, reflecting the dungeon's crystal light. Their weapons clinked softly, and the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the cavern's musty odor."Hey, Porter! Stop lagging, damn it! You think this is a fucking picnic?"That harsh voice belonged to Bagas, the team leader with a sharp face and an ebony magic staff in his hand. He glanced back, staring at Jihan with a look of pure disgust, as if he were looking at a cockroach stuck to his shoe.Jihan
Chapter 2: Crawling Through a Pool of Blood
A drop of neon green acid fell from the Shadow Weaver's fang.In the fraction of a second before the deadly fluid could melt his face, Jihan's instincts took over. He threw his upper body to the right with a brutal pull of his muscles.CSSSHHH!The acid hit the stone floor exactly where his head had been a second ago. It hissed loudly and burned a two-inch-deep hole into the surface. The smell of sulfur filled Jihan's nostrils.But Jihan had no time for relief. That desperate roll came at a terrible price. His right shin bone, already broken and sticking out, was dragged directly across the rough stone.The pain was no longer just an ache. It was a bomb detonating inside his skull.The veins in Jihan's neck bulged, nearly bursting. He opened his mouth wide, but he refused to let a scream escape his lips. He bit down hard on his own forearm. Blood seeped from the bite mark, choking back the hysterical scream trapped in his throat."I can't die. Not yet."The giant spider clicked in con
Chapter 3: The Devil's Clause Disguised as Salvation
A single drop of blood, flung from Jihan's mouth, stopped mid-air. The thick red droplet hung there, no more than a hand's breadth from the tip of his nose, frozen like a glass marble floating without gravity.The pain that had just torn through Jihan's chest, the sensation of his broken ribs piercing his lung, suddenly vanished. It was replaced by an empty numbness. The sound of the Shadow Weaver's jaw grinding as it prepared to chew his head disappeared without a trace. The chill of the cave floor seeping into his pores evaporated.Everything faded to a dull gray.Jihan couldn't move his neck, let alone lift his hand. He was pinned to the stone floor with the monster's giant leg still impaling his right chest. But his brain was still working. His eyes could still dart around wildly, taking in the surreal scene before him."A hallucination? Is my brain already dying from oxygen deprivation?" Jihan thought.In the middle of the deafening silence, the neon blue light flickered in front
Chapter 4: Four Minutes and Fifty-Nine Seconds of Godhood
[04:59]The neon red number ticked down in the right corner of Jihan's vision.Jihan stood tall. The sensation in his body was completely beyond reason. His right leg, which had been broken so badly his shin bone was sticking out, was now perfectly straight. The gaping hole in his chest from the spider's leg was sealed shut. But it wasn't healing. Jihan could feel threads of light forcibly stitching his mangled flesh together, acting like hot superglue injected directly into his nervous system. The pain was immense, but it was masked by an even crazier surge of adrenaline.In his right hand, the six-foot Sword of Light crackled with static electricity. The hilt felt warm, as if the sword were alive and breathing, demanding a blood sacrifice.At the end of the corridor, the S-Class Shadow Weaver rose from the pile of rubble. Its eight blood-red eyes blinked with fury. The apex predator felt humiliated. A piece of prey that should have been a corpse was now radiating an aura that made i
Chapter 5: The Hero Born from a Lie
An hour had passed since the Shadow Weaver's death.Outside the entrance of the A-Class Dungeon Crying Cave, the chaos had transformed into a media circus. Dozens of news vans from national TV stations blocked the highway. The red and blue flashing lights of Hunter Association patrol cars swept across the wet asphalt. Camera drones flew about with the annoying hum of a swarm of iron flies, all fighting for the best angle.In the middle of a siege of microphones and blinding camera flashes, Bagas stood with his head down. His sharp face was deliberately smeared with dust and soot, his golden armor left scuffed. The man was putting on an Oscar-worthy performance."We… we tried our best," Bagas's voice trembled. He dabbed the corner of his eye, wiping away a fake tear that never fell. His other hand was wrapped around the shoulder of Siska, the Healer, who was currently wrapped in an emergency blanket, shivering in fear. She was partly traumatized, and partly terrified her career was ove
Chapter 6: The First Bill
The first thing that hit Jihan's nose was the smell of expensive antiseptic mixed with lavender.His eyelids felt glued shut. It took a serious effort just to pry them open. The white light from the fluorescent lamp above stung his eyes, but slowly, his vision began to focus. Jihan was no longer on the cold asphalt, covered in his own black blood. He was sinking into an incredibly soft orthopedic mattress layered with white silk sheets.Twenty-four hours had passed since the incident in the Crying Cave courtyard.Jihan turned his head slowly. The hum of the air conditioner was steady. An IV tube fed a clear fluid directly into a vein on the back of his left hand. The room was insanely luxurious. A hundred-inch flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall, a genuine leather sofa sat in the corner, and a giant glass window revealed the Jakarta skyline.This wasn't the third-class ward where his sister, Dian, was being treated. This was a VVIP room where a single night's stay could cost a port
Chapter 7: Luna, the Ice-Hearted Auditor
The tip of the black stiletto stopped just an inch from Jihan's nose.Jihan was still sprawled on his side on the marble floor. His cheek was pressed against the pool of his own black blood. He couldn't move his neck, only his eyes could roll upward, tracing a pair of long legs clad in black trousers, up to a dark gray blazer that was ironed without a single crease.The woman crouched down slowly. The cold scent of musk and peppermint perfume instantly chased away the foul, sulfurous smell of Jihan's blood.The woman's face was expressionless. Her skin was pale, her jaw was firm, and her straight black hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. There was no panic or disgust in her eyes as she looked at Jihan, who was covered in thick blood like a walking corpse. Her sharp eyes, behind thin-framed glasses, studied him as if he were an insect trapped on a dissection table."I am the Assistant Head of the Central Hunter Association's Audit Department, Luna," the woman said. Her voice was as
Chapter 8: The Cornered Rats
CRASH!A bottle of imported whiskey worth tens of millions shattered against the marble wall of the luxurious penthouse. The amber liquid, reeking of strong alcohol, splashed everywhere, staining the white Persian rug beneath it.Bagas stood in the middle of the room, his chest heaving violently. He was breathing like a mad bull. His golden silk shirt was badly wrinkled, its collar torn from his own frantic pulling.In the corner of the room, Siska cowered on the sofa, hugging her trembling knees. Her mascara was running, mixing with her tears and ruining her beautiful face."Babe… stop…" Siska whimpered hoarsely. "Our careers… what are we going to do? The hashtags on social media are all attacking us. If the ethics committee tomorrow—""SHUT UP, YOU WHORE!" Bagas roared, turning to point a trembling finger at Siska's face. His eyes were red and wild, filled with stress-induced veins that looked ready to pop. "If you hadn't been so busy whining about your dirty fake nails in the dunge
Chapter 9: A Cripple's Dance
Ten minutes before the steel swing that cracked a skull.The numbness that had imprisoned Jihan's body began to fade, replaced by the sensation of a thousand invisible needles stabbing every one of his muscle tissues. The pins and needles were agonizing, spreading from his groin to the tips of his toes.Jihan lay on the bed. A nurse had moved him from the floor a few hours ago, injecting him with a sedative that, unfortunately, had no effect because his metabolism had already been wrecked by the Death Bank. He wasn't asleep. He was just closing his eyes, focusing all his remaining energy just to move his little finger.Scrape.Jihan's ears caught a very soft scraping sound from the corridor outside his room.The sound was almost drowned out by the raging storm outside the window. However, the street instincts he had honed over years as a porter reacted automatically. Jihan knew exactly what the soles of a hurried nurse's shoes sounded like, and that sound didn't belong to a nurse. Tho
Chapter 10: An Unsecured Micro-Loan From The Devil's System
The heat in the corner of VVIP room 402 had surpassed the limits of human skin tolerance. The burning Persian rug released a thick, black smoke that smelled of synthetic chemicals, choking Jihan's lungs every time he tried to breathe. The storm raging through the shattered window did nothing to help extinguish the fire. In fact, the night wind acted like a giant fan, fanning the flames even more fiercely as they licked at the ceiling.Jihan leaned against the concrete wall, which was starting to feel like it was cooking his back. His right leg was bent at a disgusting, broken angle at the knee. Fresh blood continued to trickle from his temple, mixing with the black soot that covered half his face.In front of him, less than twelve feet away, Alpha stood blocking the only path to the exit.The assassin laughed cynically. His right hand glowed a bright orange again, gathering oxygen to form a second fireball. The flames reflected in Alpha's eyes, which were filled with the arrogance of