The Hunter’s Gonna Lay Low

Professor Jang stroked his fluffy beard and chuckled.

"Wow, I never imagined I’d hear something like this. They built a memorial, completely forgot about the West Sea Rift, and got caught up debating whether the new rank one could replace J… That’s all they ever talked about."

"……."

"The West Sea Rift was a space beyond my understanding. And yet… I wanted to start researching it again. I went straight to Director Ham and told him—I’m following that guy. I’m going to try opening the rift. Packed my bags and left."

Uijae flipped through the newspaper clippings one by one.

All of this… Lee Sa-young collected it.

All this effort, just for the sake of one person—someone whose life he had saved, someone who had promised to return. Just in case they were lost and couldn’t find their way back. Just to search for someone who might already be dead.

"He’s trying to bring back someone he’s never even met, doesn’t even know the name of…"

Uijae brushed his fingers over the faded newspaper clipping featuring his own photo.

A young man in a black mask and white scarf, captured from a distance. The resolution was poor, likely zoomed in from far away.

Lee Sa-young’s obsession was, at times, incomprehensible.

Yet, Uijae stood here now.

A small smirk formed on his lips.

"Well… I guess like-minded people end up finding each other."

If this was fate, then so be it.

Uijae suppressed the strange sensation creeping up his chest.

"Professor, can you tell me more?"

"Oh-ho? About what?"

"About Lee Sa-young. Anything, really."

Just then, Minggijeok, who had been standing outside the door unnoticed, cut in.@@novelbin@@

"The Director nags at the Guild Master a lot. It's a love-hate relationship."

"Why?"

Minggijeok adjusted his sunglasses.