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“Letters?”

Hong Sungoh looked at me with a puzzled face.

“What kind of letter from Dungeon….”

“Hunter-nim is already a cool enough father for your son, but I think there’s a scene your son in the hospital room really wants to see. Like how his father is active in the dungeon…?”

“What kind of activities did an F-Class porter do?”

Hong Sungoh’s face turned red again.

This guest seemed to have lost a lot of self-esteem to the point I felt sorry for him.

In fact, self-esteem is not something that can be raised by others.

Just like our hotel can help hunters rest, but we can’t help hunters hunt.

Would it be “self-esteem” because of different self-esteem?

But I can encourage them to respect themselves.

“Concierge-nim.”

I called Toto, who seemed busy sweeping and wiping the already clean concierge desk.

At my call, Toto looked at me as if the ears of a big rabbit were pricked up.

“Yes? Did you call me?”

I walked up to Toto and asked softly.

“…You said you could use magic tricks, right? How much can you use?”

Toto blinked at me.

But soon, she looked at the guest and me alternately and said with a very disciplined face.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but if you leave it to me, I’ll do my best and risking my life! I’ll carry it out!”

I think you don’t have to be so determined?

Don’t risk your life, please.

*****

Baemyeong Hospital Intensive Care Unit.

A woman was greeting her young son tenderly over the glass window outside the treatment room.

“Hello, Doyoon-ah.”

The little child smiled at his mother with his eyes open with difficulty.

Doyoon knew it, too.

The fact that his mother is smiling as hard as she is.

‘If I had been less sick, my mom would have cried less. Dad… he wouldn’t have disappeared.’

Doyoon laughed with that kind of feeling.

The mother tried not to tell the child that the father had disappeared from the dungeon a week ago, but Doyoon had already listened to what the nurses were saying.

‘Doyoon’s father from the ICU. Did you see it on SNS?’

‘I saw it. RT is great. Since the president of the association raises it, the power is great. By the way, somehow that young man disappeared from the dungeon.’

‘That’s all he went in to earn money for the treatment room. Still, a lot of donations were gathered on social media. Now, they don’t have to be called to Doyoon mom’s hospitality department.’

‘What are you saying—’

‘What. I’m thinking realistically. Realistically.’

What does it mean that his Dad disappeared in the dungeon?

It’s been a week since Doyoon heard that, and he half believed it and half didn’t.

Even if he’s gone, he’ll be back for sure. His Dad is a cool person who lifts even heavy loads.

Maybe he fights a huge monster in a dungeon and returns with a great treasure.

Doyoon swallowed the tears welling up in his heart as he watched his mother’s red eyes until his mother disappeared in front of the glass window, but soon he was thinking with excitement about something like a gift he truly wanted from his father.

What do I want to get? I… Uhm…

It was when Doyoon was thinking that way.

A luxurious letter envelope in navy blue appeared in front of his eyes.

On the envelope, there was a gold-colored letter ‘Yeong Chun Hotel,’ written, which of course, Doyoon couldn’t read.

….?

Doyoon sometimes saw strange things after the surgery.

It is said that there is an abnormality in the senses.

So, Doyoon lay quietly without screaming and watched as it floated in front of his eyes.

Then, the envelope opened randomly in the air, and a window like he would see in a game popped up.

System: A letter has arrived for the non-Awakened ‘Hong Doyoon.’

And soon, the hospital room in front of him suddenly changed into a different landscape.

It was a desert in front of Doyoon, who hadn’t been able to take a step out of the hospital room for the past few months.

Doyoon’s hair was blowing in the wind, so Doyoon’s eyes widened.

“It’s awesome!”

Doyoon’s upper body moved up and down on the bed.

It is also true that the lonely and handsome man standing far away in the desert was someone Doyoon knew.

“Dad!”

Doyoon shouted.

But it was then.

Something popped out from deep in the desert sand.

It was a giant bug.

“Dad, watch your back!”

Doyoon shouted, but it was too late then.

His Dad was about to be eaten by a giant bug.

It was that moment.

Dad’s body flew like an arrow to the bug’s body.

Then Dad flashed and picked up a bigger bug than himself from under the bug’s body.

Just like the man holding up the sky that Doyoon saw in a fairy tale book.

Dad held up a bug as big as the sky and threw it straight toward the real sky.

The flying bug screamed.

“Argh, I’m scareeeed!” 

….? 

The bug is talking.

But in fact, it didn’t matter to Doyoon that the bug could talk.

His Dad was sending a finger heart while looking at Doyoon with a cool face.

At that moment, tears welled up in Doyoon’s eyes.

Doyoon realized.

‘What I want as a gift is Dad.’

That’s the only thing he wants to receive as a gift.

That was the moment.

In the blink of an eye, his Dad disappeared before his eyes. 

Then, the landscape became a familiar treatment room to Doyoon. 

And in front of Doyoon’s eyes was his mother.

His mother, who was wearing the mask, had tears well up in her eyes.

“Doyoon-ah… did you wake up?”

Ah. Dream.

Was it a dream?

Doyoon recalled the image of his Dad, who seemed to be caught in his hand.

It was much cooler and more amazing than the heroic father figure that Doyoon drew in kindergarten and what he dreamed of while watching the Hunter video.

Sometimes he feels ashamed when he thinks that it would be better if his Dad fought with a knife instead of a porter.

Dad should just listen to monsters!

He loves that his Dad is a porter.

To Doyoon, who thought so, his mother said with tears in her eyes.

“Your father… is back. Doyoon-ah.” 

“Ung?” 

“Your father worked overtime for a little while, but he’s just coming home from work. Doyoon-ah…” 

His mother started crying out loud for the first time.

*****

Congratulations!

The quest ‘I am the Postman!’ has been completed and the reward has arrived.

Congratulations! 

A special gift has arrived as the recipient’s satisfaction rate has reached ‘100%’.

Please check the status window for special gifts.

The ‘special gift’ was a title when I checked it through the status window.

Name: Lee Junghyo

Title: Heart Sniper (NEW!)

Class: Hotel Manager (Hidden) (Lv.8)

Skills: Housekeeping (B), Front Desk (B)

Stats: Stamina 12 Strength 9 Agility 11 Intelligence 12 Luck 28 (NEW!)

The function of the new title seemed to increase Luck by 3.

I’m surprised. 

The luck that most hunters don’t increase in their lifetime increases.

‘By the way… It took about five days to deliver the mail.’ 

While I thought it was slower than expected, I thought maybe it was delivered because today is the day to maximize the satisfaction of the recipient. 

Why?

It was because of the news that the missing F-Class porter, Hong Sungoh, who had been a hot issue in Blue Bird today, had been rescued by the search team, was out.

I looked at the face of Hong Sungoh, who had been saved, written in capital letters on the screen of my phone. 

For some reason, it seemed his self-esteem had brightened slightly more than his face hitting the ground. 

—Even more so than when Toto scolded him.

I looked down at Toto, who was sleeping peacefully on top of Geumdong’s body as a bed under my feet. 

‘Please make the acting a little more realistic! Hunter!’

‘Yes? L, like this?’

‘No. A little bigger arm action! A confident face!’ 

‘Ah, yes! I’ll try my best!’

For reference, the role of the monster was played by Geumdong. 

I just recited the monster I saw in the desert, but Toto made Geumdong into that monster in an instant.

Furthermore, the hotel quickly became a desert.

Of course, after 30 minutes of magic trick, Toto barely lifted up her glasses that were dripping down on her face full of dark circles and said.

‘Can I take a short break…?’

After that, Toto couldn’t leave the storage room until Hong Sungoh checked out. 

And—Hong Sungoh checked out. 

‘Are you sure you want to check out right away? If you are hesitant about purchasing a VIP ticket, why don’t I lend you some money?’

VIP tickets were essential to go out to Yeongchun-myeon together with the master key or to the dungeon you want. 

However, Hong Sungoh refused to purchase a VIP ticket. 

This time, I thought it was because of money, so I offered to lend him money, but it was also rejected.

‘If I’m already in debt, it’s often enough to overflow. I told you that our captain is a good person. When I said I was going to be in a dangerous raid, he said that if something happened to me, he would request a search from the association. Also…’

Hong Sungoh added in a brave voice.

‘Because I have to prove that the letter I sent to my son is not fake. I will definitely survive on my own.’

I asked him many times to make sure if he was really going to go to the C-Class dungeon.

But Hong Sungoh nodded with a look that made it hard for me to believe he was desperate when I first saw him in the dungeon.

I was a little nervous when I saw Hong Sungoh check out and go through the revolving door again, but deep down I expected Hong Sungoh to come out alive.

It was not an unfounded prediction.

It was because it was confirmed through Hunter Planet that even Kang Sangchil, a D-Class Hunter who was forced to check out, returned alive.

According to the strange hotel’s mechanism, Hunter, who left the revolving door, seemed to have a high probability of leaving the dungeon alive.

If so, the experience of surviving on his own in a C-Class dungeon would greatly help restore this man’s lost confidence.

It must be an experience worth risking his life.

‘Of course, thank you very much. Master.’

Even right before I disappeared through the revolving door, I politely greeted Hong Sungoh, who called me ‘Master’.

Of course, it wasn’t that I wasn’t worried.

So I searched the internet all day after work.

With keywords such as ‘F-Class porter’, ‘missing in dungeon’, and ‘missing freelance Hunter’.

And then I found a post.

I am the wife of an F-Class porter.

It was a community post titled.

It seemed to be written by Hong Sungoh’s wife.

The story of a husband who went missing while running a raid in a dangerous dungeon because of his son’s surgery cost and hospital room expenses of over 1 million won a day ended with the words that he left a sponsorship account despite shamelessness.

It was a pity from my point of view knowing the story and I wanted to send money to the account, but as the words were formed through the sponsor account, comments and dislikes mentioning ‘manipulation’ piled up.

Is there any way to add credibility to this post?

In the middle of the post, I focused on the part of ‘The captain requested support from the Hunter Association’.

I decided to think a little bit.

I turned on the KakaoTalk and sent a capture of this post to the KakaoTalk room with Uncle Junsu.

1 disappeared immediately.

Uncle always answered quickly like a knife.

He was a bit addicted to social media.

So let’s pick the right words and use them…

– This post. There has been a lot of talk about whether it is fake, but did the association really ask for a search?

It’s not bad, but it doesn’t have much impact.

I added, thinking so.

– Hunter in the post…reminds me of my Dad a lot. I hope he’ll come back.^^

It hurt me a little to think of Uncle Junsu, who would shed tears as soon as he saw this KakaoTalk, but shouldn’t we save a person first?

If I send it like this, Uncle will pay more attention to the search.

But contrary to my simple expectations—.

Things went a little bit more massive.

I think I forgot for a moment that my Uncle was addicted to SNS.

The fact that Uncle is running an account that has exceeded 1 million followers.

@Im_Junsoo

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ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ The association is currently searching day and night to find this hunter. Everyone please pray (praying emoji)

Everything started when my Uncle posted the capture I sent on SNS.