Chapter 6: Awakening and Secrets Unveiled

The HunterNet was in chaos once again.

[Supporter] – [Zz]
Coins: 301,874,560

The donation rankings showed an overwhelming gap between Zz and the second-place ranker, making any competition meaningless.

Public reactions were equally intense.

[Upvote if you’re proud to be born in South Korea!]
(A gif of the Korean flag waving proudly)
(A meme of Min Hayul supporting Cheonma beneath the radiant glow of divine light)

Count me in!
Who even shot this angle?
Wow, Cheon Yeoul and Min Hayul are both absolutely stunning.
Look at that determined expression while bleeding—cinematic!
Someone bring me some national pride juice!
How can an angle like this even exist?
Forbes’ Pulitzer Prize contender, right here.
So, you’re saying that glow was Zz all along?

LZz-sama, were you always this divine?

[Who the hell is Zz, anyway?]
(A gif of Lucifer vanishing helplessly into the radiant light)

What kind of skill creates light this overwhelming?
Can’t even make out the shape!
Tried analyzing with pixels, shading, and even 3D scans—still can’t decipher anything.
Actually, Zz might just be the light.
Maybe Zz is secretly bald and radiant?
Or Zz mastered Sunfist.
Perhaps Zz knows where my TV remote is hidden.

Curiosity about Zz’s true identity grew daily, almost leading to deification.

After all, South Korea had finally produced a hunter rivaling national-level forces.

South Korea was now a country that had successfully handled two world bosses on its own a feat no one could dispute.

It had earned its place as an undeniable hunter powerhouse.

International reactions poured in, with translated foreign reports trending on social media.

Video platforms were flooded with clips of Cheonma and Zz’s achievements, amassing tens of millions of views and claiming top spots in global rankings.

Watching foreigners desperately try to decipher “Mol?lu” is hilarious. They’re treating it like a secret code.
King God Mol?lu strikes again.
Never thought I’d see Korean emerge in an MVP speech, but it turned out to be Mol?lu.
When I told them “Mol?lu” means “Mol?lu,” one foreigner almost punched me.

At the Hunter Association headquarters, the director sighed heavily.

“Well, at least they didn’t curse in their MVP speech.”

“Judging by the hastily chosen nickname and that odd comment, they seem like a peculiar awakened individual.”

“A weirdo. But at least not a villain, thank God. Still, how do we even manage someone like this?”

The association existed to regulate awakened individuals. Hunters were essential for managing the anomalies that appeared nationwide.

Assigning them to the right roles was the association’s responsibility, which gave the director frequent headaches.

His frustration spilled over into yelling at his subordinates.

“At this rate, a foreign guild will poach them, and what are you all doing about it?”

“…We’re sorry.”

“Will sorry fix anything? Use that time to track them down!”

‘Why don’t you do it, then?’

‘That blinding light made it impossible to even look at them. How am I supposed to find someone like that?’

‘Can’t even locate them yourself, but you’re yelling at us… Ridiculous.’

‘Ugh, I want to go home. This job sucks.’

Working under a rigid, bureaucratic system with steep hierarchies wasn’t easy.

Sure, the salary and benefits were great, but the government workers couldn’t help but feel resentful.

“Hmm, yaaawn.”

I slowly opened my eyes, still lying in bed.

What time was it?

No idea.

Rolling over, I buried my face into the teddy bear.

I wanted to drift back to dreamland, but my eyes were wide open.

“This… This can’t be!”

I wasn’t sleepy at all!

Suddenly, a wave of worry struck me.

I was supposed to feel drowsy, yet here I was, wide awake.

Why? How?!

I sat up in bed, the blanket clutched in my small hands as I muttered to myself, “Could something be wrong?”

This was a first for me.

The perpetual fatigue and lethargy that usually haunted me were gone.

And not feeling sleepy? That was unheard of.

With an almost silly gesture, I tapped my feet lightly on the bed and began to think.

Then, as if struck by a profound realization, I gasped.

“Oh! If you sleep well, you’re not sleepy anymore!”

What a groundbreaking discovery. Not that I’d have known—good sleep was a luxury I’d never had before.

The sensation of being completely rested wasn’t bad at all.

“Haah.” I stretched both arms above my head, letting out a satisfied yawn.

My muscles, tight from sleep, relaxed as my arms and shoulders extended, releasing a slight groan from the strain.

‘Ah… feels nice.’

However, a certain movement—or lack thereof—caught my attention.

“My chest… is flat?”

I gave my torso a quick once-over, patting lightly. Nothing filled my hands. The absence of any sensation was oddly disappointing.

“So… I’m flat-chested,” I mumbled.

Shrugging it off, I got out of bed, only to wince as my bare feet hit the cold floor.

“Ah! It’s freezing!”

A shiver ran through me, but it couldn’t be helped. Sleeping with the air conditioner on and a blanket wrapped around me was the perfect balance.

Just then, the door creaked open.

“So, you’re finally awake—Kyaaa!”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning? It’s already evening! And put some clothes on!”

“Ah.”

For a moment, I thought she was rubbing her eyes because of irritation, but no.

‘Right, I’d already healed everyone who worked hard after the incident. She shouldn’t be feeling any pain.’

I smiled faintly, proud of my angelic abilities that could heal with a mere snap of my fingers.

Seeing her healthy and well only brightened my mood further.

“You’ve been asleep for two days straight! I was worried!”

“Only two days? That’s not so bad.”

“Only two days? How long were you planning to sleep?”

“For as long as I wanted.”

“That’s called dying!”

Her reaction was… amusing, to say the least.

‘She gets so serious over the oddest things.

She can’t even meet my eyes directly, but that’s because she’s being respectful and considerate. Such a kind-hearted person.’

Perhaps it was because I’d become an angel, but seeing good people made me happy.

As for being naked? I wasn’t particularly bothered. Still, I started to gather the scattered clothes and put them on.

Unfortunately, the clothes I had weren’t my size, leaving them uncomfortable and awkward.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fine, I’ll lend you something of mine for now.”

“Thank you.”

I heard the sound of her rummaging through a closet, likely pulling out something from her childhood.

After a while, she handed me a simple white T-shirt and dolphin shorts.

“Oh, these fit perfectly!”

The loose yet comfy clothes made movement easy. I nodded in approval.

“Now that’s better,” she said. “So, what’s your name? I’m Cheon Yeoul. Who exactly are you?”

“Me?” I hesitated briefly before answering. “I’m Baek Seol.”

“Baek Seol, huh. Do you know any guardian contacts? Parents, maybe?”

“Nope.”

“…Figured as much. You’re sure there’s no one?”

“Nope.”

“Are you lying? Because if you’re a runaway—”

“No, really. There’s no one.”

“…”

Her silence stretched for a moment before she muttered something under her breath.

FFI.

It was inherited. And when symptoms began, they were always fatal.

Without sleep, humans die. That’s just how it is.

Difficulty speaking coherently, hallucinations, emotional instability they were just the beginning.