Chapter 7 : Association President (1)

Han Sion’s eyes widened.
It wasn’t just because of the huge sum of 300 coins.
‘The first scenario given by my Constellation.’
He picked up one of the wooden swords lying around and activated his unique skill.
The brown wooden sword transformed into a sparkling diamond, scattering light.
Yoo Cheong was dumbfounded.
“You’re going to fight me while the jellyfish is in my hand?”
Han Sion didn’t answer and kicked off the ground, charging forward.
His target was the neck.
Seeing him aim for a vital point without hesitation, Yoo Cheong quickly threw the jellyfish aside and activated his skill.
“Pikkuk!”
KWWAAAAAANG!
The aftermath of Yoo Cheong blocking Sion’s attack spread through the training ground like a gust of wind.
As a result, the jellyfish was not only thrown to the ground but also rolled to the end of the training ground from the impact.
Yoo Cheong, wearing his exclusive gauntlets, was dumbfounded.
‘Is this… a rookie A-rank?’
He was being pushed back.
Moreover, the way his eyes were wide open, with no intention of hiding his killing intent, and staring only at his neck, was creepy as hell.
‘This guy has killed before. Either that, or his grade is ridiculously high.’
But to be higher than him, he had to be S-rank.
‘An S-rank, of which there have only been two in South Korea so far, appears now?’
That’s ridiculous.
Most importantly, his Constellation had said so.
This guy would be A-rank.
Yoo Cheong, who hadn’t considered that even a Constellation could be wrong, firmly believed the words of his Constellation, The Crow’s Ruins, and pushed forward.
“You brat!”
KAANG!
The gauntlet struck the sword, and he charged in close.
Han Sion simultaneously activated his skill on both the wooden sword and the Swiss army knife he carried, blocking the punch.
“You bastard!”
Unlike the agitated Yoo Cheong, Han Sion maintained a cold rationality and kept his eyes on Pion, who had rolled far away.
“Don’t look away!”
An enraged Yoo Cheong aimed for Han Sion’s chin.
Han Sion spun the Swiss army knife and blocked the punch.
Another fist flew at his face.
He dodged by tilting his neck, jumped back, spun in the air, and landed on the ground.
Yoo Cheong threw another right punch.
This time, Han Sion swung his wooden sword.
KWAAJAJANG!
One of Yoo Cheong’s exclusive gauntlets was destroyed.
“No way!”
Regardless of his shock, Han Sion raised his wooden sword again to strike Yoo Cheong’s neck.
It was then.
“Stop!”
KIING-
An invisible force froze both of their bodies in place.
Thanks to him being stopped just before the blade went through, blood was flowing from Yoo Cheong’s neck, but it wasn’t a fatal wound.
Han Sion’s arm veins were bulging, as if he hadn’t given up on moving yet.

I recognized that ‘magic’ at a glance.
‘It’s psychokinesis. It looks like spatial control, but it’s psychokinesis.’
Clack, clack…
With the sound, a red-haired woman appeared at the entrance of the training ground.
“The training ground is for training. Private emotions should not be involved, and murder should not occur.”
“Association President!”
Association President?
I was shocked.
A woman who looked to be in her late 20s at most was the association president!
The association president carefully picked me up, who was rolling around in the training ground and covered in dirt, and approached Han Sion.
“And with this child in so much pain, are you going to focus only on killing the person in front of you?”
I quickly let out a pitiful sound.
“Pikku…”
“…”
Sion relaxed his arm.
Seeing this, the association president smiled brightly and released her psychokinesis.
Yoo Cheong huffed and puffed, his eyes bloodshot with anger.
“Well done. Yoo Cheong, you lost.”
“Don’t give me that bullsh*t!”
“You lost.”
Yoo Cheong flinched at the association president’s cold voice.
“Damn it… If only it wasn’t an S-rank…”
He spat out words like a third-rate villain and stomped out of the training ground.
That S-rank must be referring to the association president, right?
To meet one of South Korea’s only two S-ranks now.
It was fascinating.
Clap!
The association president clapped her hands.
“Well then…”
Han Sion, who had taken me back in the meantime and was gently stroking me, lifted his head.
“Get him.”
What?
At that moment, as if on cue, men in black suits poured in from the entrance of the training ground.
WHAT?!
“Wh-what is this?!”
Han Sion, also flustered, carefully put me in his pocket and dodged the men’s love dive.
But for every one he dodged, two more came, and for every two he dodged, three more came, and for every three he dodged, the two who had fallen got up and attacked again, so in the end, he was caught.
The men held Han Sion down and one by one, piled on top of him like a pyramid.
My contractor, crushed under the sweaty men and unable to move, said in disbelief.
“What the hell is this?”

“I’m sorry, I was afraid you’d go sign with a good guild if I told you your grade.”
After a quick trip to the bathroom to be thoroughly washed, Han Sion and I were now sitting in the association president’s office.
The men in black had politely bowed and left the office.
“S-ranks are rare, you know, so I really wanted you to join the association.”
But S-rank?!
Sion, you were S-rank?!
Oh, my god.
I hit the jackpot.
I scratched a first-prize lottery ticket.
But regardless of my shock or the association president’s gentle gaze, Han Sion seemed uninterested and collected his scenario reward.

[NO.1 Save Pion! – Success]
[Reward Achieved.]

[NO.1 Save Pion! – Success]
[The contractor has successfully completed the scenario. 350 coins will be paid.]
In the meantime, I learned another fact.
‘If the contractor succeeds in a scenario, I get more coins?’
This was a creative economy.
Now that I looked, there was also a <Scenario Reward Preview> tab, and I was thinking of giving Sion a scenario like breathing 10 times to increase my coins like crazy.

[NO.2 Breathing Exercise]
[Warning! The scenario’s difficulty is too low.]
[There is no reward coin.]
[Proceed?]
But my creative economy was crushed by the balance system.
As I bowed my head on Sion’s knee in an OTL pose, the two of them looked at me worriedly.
“Pion, what’s wrong?”
“The shock must have been too much. It still looks young, and small monsters often suffer mental shock from such incidents.”
At the association president’s words, Han Sion’s face became serious.
Then he carefully held me in his hands and stroked me, which honestly felt good.
But the disappointment of my genius idea disappearing was so great that I let my body go limp and just swayed.
“First, let me introduce myself.”
The association president opened her mouth as if to break the awkward atmosphere.
“I’m Hong Yuon. As you can see, I’m the head of the association.”
“You look so young, though?”
“That’s thanks to my Constellation. ‘The Eternal Goddess of Beauty’ restores youth.”
The association president answered Sion’s question and added that the Eternal Goddess of Beauty was Aphrodite from Greek and Roman mythology.
I was fascinated.
Gods who were only known through books and oral traditions are alive and breathing now?
I thought only new Constellations existed.
Like that ‘The Crow’s Ruins’…
“The outside is in an uproar because you received an S-rank.”
“Is the crowd I see outside the window because of me?”
“That’s right. You went to get the jellyfish… Pion back, so you probably don’t know, but the scouts are going crazy. Guild leaders are coming from all over the place. If you go out now, you’ll probably get at least 10 billion won as a signing bonus.”
I snapped to attention.
10 billion won!
Now that money was involved, my happy pet Constellation life was also affected.
When I opened my eyes wide and focused, Hong Yuon smiled a little.
“Anyway, that’s what will happen if you go outside.”
“Does that mean… you want me to join the association, Association President?”
Han Sion, who had become polite at the unimaginable sum, said.
Hong Yuon nodded.
“That’s right.”
“What can the association offer me?”
Now that he was an S-rank, the contract was important.
Whether it was a dungeon or the association, it was natural to go with the best conditions.
No matter how notorious the association was for its low pay and overworked civil servants, it would be different for an S-rank.
Or so I thought.
For the nation to keep an S-rank tied down, there was no better means than being a civil servant.
But the following words shattered my imagination.