The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial
Chapter 128

Gu Shinhoo ended his call and frowned faintly as he looked at Ham Honggi, who was standing at attention like a soldier.

“Dani, what’s with him? Isn’t he the Association President’s youngest son?”

When Gu Shinhoo mouthed, That little shit?, Gidan chuckled quietly.

“I greeted him the other day.”

“...You should’ve gone easy. The kid’s totally lost it.”

“I didn’t really do anything. Maybe he’s just naturally terrified.”

“Looks that way.”

Tsk tsk.

Gu Shinhoo clicked his tongue.

Meanwhile, Seonu Gyeong let out a hollow laugh.

He said it’s all ruined...?

Come to think of it, this didn’t make sense. He wasn’t the type to act this recklessly.

Up until now, he’d been the model student—calculating every move with precision.

So why had things ended up like this all of a sudden?

At that moment, his eyes met Mun Ira’s, who had been watching from a distance.

Teacher?

Seonu Gyeong opened his mouth.

“Tea—”

Mun Ira brought her index finger to her lips.

“Shhh.”

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes and his lids fell shut.

“Uuh!”

“Huh? Sir?”

Voices called out to him from beyond his fading consciousness.

Mun Ira looked down at the unconscious Seonu Gyeong and tossed away the ID badge labeled “Mun Ira.”

Once Seonu Gyeong woke up, he wouldn’t remember anything about her.

And even if he remembered something, she would already be long gone from this school.

Mun Ira walked away with a carefree sway in her step.

“Hmph.”

Shin Nayeon had been eyeing her for a while. Judging by how she kept making calls, she might’ve been trying to trace her identity.

She hadn’t expected someone to catch on.

Pretending to be a teacher had been fun, and with Seonu Gyeong’s help, the experiments had gone smoothly. And yet, once again, she’d gained nothing...

How many times is this now?

Thinking of Serhi, who had also left her side, she pressed her lower lip tight.

“Korea really is difficult.”

She’d thought it would be different from Kirrus, but she hadn’t expected to get absolutely nothing out of it.

Mun Ira let her lips droop in a sulk.

Looked like she’d need something else if she wanted to get what she came for.

Chapter: Santa and the Filial Factory

[Suspicious Star Candy]

A suspicious energy of creation is infused within.

“Hmmmm.”

Creation.

According to the children’s encyclopedia she looked up, creation meant “to make something that didn’t exist before.”

In that case, didn’t this [Suspicious Star Candy] mean it could be used to make something incredible?

Ba-dump ba-dump.

Staring fixedly at the rainbow-colored star candy she’d received as a [Caregiver Quest] reward, Guru opened her bag.

She’d heard that good ingredients were crucial in cooking.

The same went for crafting.

A high level of skill proficiency was important, but using high-grade ingredients was the most basic rule for making good items.

So that means...

Guru pulled out items from her inventory and [Expand-a-Bag-a-Bag (C)] # Nоvеlight # and laid them out one by one in front of her.

The [Detective Magnifying Glass!], a mana stone, a fork, a duck-shaped grabber, the Supreme Acorn...

Were these her best materials?

Removing anything she’d already used for crafting—since they couldn’t be extracted again...

Just as she began pulling them out one by one—

The white baby bird suddenly poked the acorn with its beak, then kicked it and started rolling it across the floor.

Roll. Thud. Roll.

It must’ve been trying to mimic a soccer player—last night, it had watched a soccer game while perched on Jurim’s shoulder.

As Mephisto rushed over to kick the acorn again, Guru stepped in front of him.

“Stwap, Mephi. No kicky.”

“Pii!”

Guru grabbed the mischievous Mephisto and placed him back on her head.

The best item here was clearly the duck grabber she’d used to extract Mephisto.

But I can’t extract the duck grabber again.

That left only one option.

The Supreme Acorn!

Guru sat the acorn in front of her and took a deep breath.

“Hoooop!”

[Activating skill: ‘Pop-Pop Extract!’]

[Skill ‘Pop-Pop Extract!’ failed.]

[Activating skill: ‘Pop-Pop Extract!’]

[Skill ‘Pop-Pop Extract!’ failed.]

[Activating skill: ‘Pop-Pop Extract!’]

[Skill ‘Pop-Pop Extract!’ failed.]

“Hiiing.”

Maybe it was because she wasn’t familiar with the item yet?

It had taken quite a while to extract the duck grabber too. Who knew how long it would take to bond with the Supreme Acorn?

There was one way to speed it up.

Level up!

Snort!

Guru huffed through her nose and clenched her fists.

A supreme hunter needs to grow, after all.

Or maybe she could spend some [Filial Piety Points] to level up the skill... She was still deciding as she slowly gathered the items back up.

And then, she suddenly thought of Ham Honggi.

Even though he’d done embroidery and submitted the list of people who’d purchased the potions, he’d still received a reduced sentence. But the real problem had been something else.

Because the glasses-wearing guy pretending to be “Discount Jjapso” had sold potions that contained unidentified substances, a whole group of people ended up hospitalized.

Sitting cross-legged, Guru tilted her head.

Who the heck is this Jjapso that a bad guy would wanna pretend to be him?

Maybe he’s like, super duper famous...?

Curiosity puffed up inside her like a cloud.

Mmm... I can’t be the onwy one who doesn’t know who he is.

Guru picked up her phone and typed “Jjapso” into the search bar.

Pictures came up—bear-shaped syrup bottles and half-made teddy bear dolls.

Then an explanation for a toddler’s bicycle.

“Umm?”

Guru stared at the screen and slowly opened her mouth.

Then—

Drip.

A cold sweat slid down her back.

***

Jurim turned toward the living room window and pressed his phone to his other ear. The voice on the other end was still apologizing, and he responded like a machine.

“Yes, please deliver to the hospitals first. We’re fine. No, really, we’re not in urgent need. Yes. It’s really fine.”

As soon as he soothed the distributor and ended the call, the phone rang again.

This time it was Ko Gang, the director of the Management Bureau.

Jurim left a message saying he was busy getting ready for school drop-off and would call back later, then let out a deep sigh.

This is chaos.

And it wasn’t just him—everyone was probably scrambling right now.

The potion crisis.

It was a situation urgent enough to put everything else aside.

It had all started when predictions came out that two dungeons, the largest natural habitats for Silverlight Grass—the main ingredient in potions—would suddenly collapse.

Korea had a strong supply chain, producing nearly 80% of potion materials domestically, but that also made it vulnerable to sudden supply shocks.

When reports came out that a shortage of Silverlight Grass would cause a potion supply crisis, the public panicked almost instantly.

Panic buying of potions and rapid depletion of Silverlight Grass escalated the situation even faster.

Potion stockpiles were dwindling by the day.

Everyone agreed to prioritize supplying hospitals first, which meant large guilds with many high-rank hunters had to fall to the bottom of the list.

Hyeonak would probably manage for a while, since they had a decent number of support-type hunters.

The real issue was that Jurim would be pulled around constantly, busy to the point of exhaustion, until the supply crisis resolved.

Bzzzt—bzzzt—

“...Haah.”

As his phone buzzed again, Jurim flinched and looked down.

Paper?

There was a scrap of torn notebook paper on the floor, scrawled with messy handwriting.

It was from Guru.

[To Santa Claus.]

Jurim looked over the list underneath and smiled.

It was a wish list of gifts for Santa, but only the first few items were things Guru wanted for herself—the rest were things she wanted to give to people around her.

He let out a soft chuckle as he looked more closely and saw she’d scratched out “Guildmastuh” and written “Daddy” over it.

With a faint smile, he stared at the word “Daddy” for a long moment.

Then, hearing the sound of the dressing room door opening, he awkwardly covered his mouth.

The voice of the school drop-off sitter echoed out.

“Ah, Guru. Let’s take that off before we go, okay?”

“Nu-uh. Gwuu gonna go wike dis.”

“...?”

Jurim stood up, wondering what the fuss was about.

The moment he saw Guru, he dropped the paper in his hand.