Evolution Theory of the Hunter Chapter 6

Evolution Theory of the Hunter (ETH)
Volume 1 Chapter 6

“Won Jongtak?

“Oh. I thought you would have forgotten my name.”

“How could I?”

“To be honest we weren’t really all that close.”

“Well, that wasn’t the reason why I didn’t forget your name.”

Just as he said, we weren’t really close enough to call each other friends. We probably said hi to eachother a handful of times in school and later when we met at a dungeon entrance by chance we exchanged brief h.e.l.lo. We even had alcohol together once. But that was the first time and the last time about 2 years ago.

“Anyway it seems like we’re meeting after almost 2 years now. Did you graduate? I just left in the middle without really finishing.”

“Why?”

“The tuition seemed like a waste. I was going to be a porter anyway so I felt like there wasn’t really a point in me graduating. So I just told a white lie to my parents a little white lie and kept the tuition money. I bought some equipment with that and here I am.”

As Won Jongtak spoke, he spread out his arms and legs to show me the protective gear that was covering him. It wasn’t quite hunter quality so it wasn’t something that would really impress anyone, but the difference between having it and not having it was still huge. I have some protective gear myself.

Due to the heavy gear I always had to carry, I found myself reducing any protective gear to the bare minimum: Waist protector, head and neck protecting headgear, mail made from synthetic resin, and arm protectors. I also had a pair of fire resistant gloves.

My gear may look humble but all of it cost me nearly 10,000 dollars. I know. Ridiculous.

“Hey. It has been a while though so we should at least exchange numbers or something don’t you think?”

I wanted to stop the small talk and leave but this b.a.s.t.a.r.d grabbed my arm. I reluctantly gave him my business card.

“What is this? Pretty boy porter Jeon Sangmin? Ke ke ke. I guess nothing’s really changed huh?”

“Is anything different with you?”

I grabbed and looked at the business card he handed over my way. It had a black background with ‘Ultimate Porter’ written in bold white gothic print.

“Doesn’t it leave quite an impression? Anyway, you’re on their team right?

This guy. He put his stupid arm over my shoulder and pointed at Mr. Jung and red hair.

When I turned my head a bit, I saw Mr. red hair secretly stroking the girl porter’s leg. How is it that he can act exactly like you would expect him to act? Slimeball.

“Yeh, I guess.”

“I know that guy…you’ll have your hands full.”

“Who? Red hair?”

“Yeh. He’s the youngest son of a rich construction company owner. He has a bit of an anger management issue. So prepare yourself to get hit a few times.”

“That kind of stuff is a given in this line of work. I got this.”

I was about to tell him that I had just left another guy with anger management issues and almost had my head crushed in the process…but why bother?

“That’s not it though. This is all rumor…but I heard that he even raped some porter girl in a dungeon.”

“What the h.e.l.l. What kind of a man can do something like that in a dungeon? I call bull.”

“Hey. I’m serious here. You don’t get why you got picked to do this job?”

“Why did I get picked. Tell me.”

“Because that piece of trash is always going around and doing that c.r.a.p so they require another guy porter.”

“Yeah right. It’s not as if I’m the only guy porter who’ll take the job. And if he was bold enough to do something like that, would he even care what another porter thinks? Who do you think those guys are?”

“Well, don’t say I didn’t want you. You be careful. If you make one wrong move. Oh yeh. Should we go get a cup of coffee too? You buy.