After finishing the hunting trip and returning to my dorm, I immediately threw myself into work. Editing was a difficult job, but thankfully, I had my know-how all thanks to my past life. Let’s just say I was a guy with a lot of hobbies.

“Let’s do this,” I cheered myself on, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

I wasn’t too tired to dive into some editing. As Hajin’s manager, my job mostly consisted of running errands for him, like carrying the dead carcasses of the monsters he hunted. In total, he had bagged three Iron Hogs and one Black Pelican.

By sheer quantity alone, the amount of Iron Hogs he had hunted could last him for several years. But it was the Black Pelican that was worth much more.

To me, though, what truly concerned me was the value of the video clips I had managed to capture. My camerawork was certainly amateurish, but as I liked to say, I was getting there. If not for my quick reflexes, I might not have caught the moment Hajin fired his gun and hit the Black Pelican, which was unimaginably far away.

In the video, there had to be a way to express Hajin’s ability to see from a thousand miles away.

“Let’s work my magic!” With genuine joy bubbling inside me, I threw myself into the editing process.

I loved this kind of grunt work that intimately connected with art. In fact, I had a strong inclination to write novels lately. That was a good excuse for why I joined the Reading Club. At least it wasn’t as boring as saying I was joining because I liked reading.

My thoughts began to stray from my work, and I immediately corrected my mindset.

This time and age were truly amazing. It was 2025, and so many advanced tools were easily downloadable from the internet. I tested out a few video editing programs until I found one I was comfortable with. I even used PowerPoint to create some interesting font styles and animations to layer over the video.

I had to admit, PowerPoint was invincible. I saved the animations and various texts, joining shapes either as PNGs or MP4s. “I definitely know what I’m doing,” I affirmed to myself, my self-confidence getting a little boost. It would be a shame if my editing abilities fell too short of the current trends, so I also did some light research on how others crafted their Video Featurettes.

In a way, I was trying to create a cinematic masterpiece that would catch the viewers' interest. What I lacked in camerawork, I could compensate for with my editing. No fancy tricks were necessary. I only needed to attach the video clips at the right moments, add sound effects, and layer some background music.

Also, I must not forget the monologue. While editing the various clips of our adventure in Gangwondo Wonju, I also planned on recording my monologue.

I dialed Hosup as I was about to finish the Video Featurette. “Yo~ how is my request coming along?”

“I’ve prepared it all. The layout of the website is finished. The cost of maintaining the domain might be more than other websites, though. I added a personal touch to it so that we won’t be hacked easily. Also, [Essential Armory] has agreed to promote us and a consignment agreement that we can sell their guns on their behalf. How did you manage that?”

“Nah,” I awkwardly replied, my mind drifting to what Yeonha’s reaction might be if she learned I had just sold half of my share to an insider enemy investor of Essence of the Strait at a discount in exchange for this favor. It was only a 2% share, but comparing it to the whole 100%, that was still a lot. “It’s better that you don’t know,” I told Hosup.

There was a reason I was doing this. Yeonha’s business insight was quite frightening. I could imagine her seeing through Hajin’s potential as the best poster boy for firearms. As she had integrity, there wouldn’t really be a loss for Hajin. But I believed differently.

If Hajin had a Weapons Dealer Company under his name with a brand and specialized weaponry designs, he would be rich! As a remora (me) to a shark (Hajin), there was no way I would starve! I knew the future. Hajin’s production ability was his most overpowered aspect.

“Hosup, I’ll send the polished Featurette to you later. Does the website have a name yet?” I casually asked.

Hosup thought for a moment before responding. “I think ‘Gunner’ will suffice.”

I grinned at the thought. If they went with that website title, Hajin would inevitably become synonymous with guns. And when people thought of guns, they would think of Hajin.

“I like it. I’ll finish the Video Featurette ASAP.” I bid a quick farewell to Hosup.

An hour passed, then another, and finally, dawn arrived. Pulling an all-nighter like that, there was no way my efforts would betray me. It was sad and disappointing, though, that I only had one camera to work with on the video. The limited angles were kind of annoying. But at least... I was able to see through that so I could make sure to shoot the video from different angles, applying various kinds of shots the next time we made a Video Featurette.

Finishing the work filled me with true bliss. I would be even happier if this received a good response. After sending the rendered video file to Hosup, I immediately began my preparations for school.

Today was Friday, and I was sleep-deprived. I hoped nothing bad would happen.

***

Kim Hosup received an email from Hyon Hyung—it was the highly anticipated Video Featurette. As he walked to class, he seamlessly integrated with his smartwatch through his Gift and started watching the video, while carefully navigating the bustling campus.

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“Wow,” he muttered, barely able to contain his excitement. The video was surprisingly impressive, especially considering it was made by an amateur who directed, produced, recorded, and edited it all himself. “Hyon Hyung is actually this talented?”

To be more specific, Hyon was incredibly gifted in plot design. It felt like he was crafting a fleshed-out story from the tiniest details available to him. How could a Video Featurette barely ten minutes long contain so much depth? Hosup couldn't help but be in awe. His opinion on the matter was simple: it was awesome.

Now, it was Hosup's turn to contribute. As the guy behind the scenes, he was adept at dealing with information, especially when it came to spreading it. Using his smartwatch linked with his Gift, he began to multitask frantically, sharing the Featurette with various media outlets. He was even going as far as to send it to news broadcast stations.

“Let’s get this out there,” he said under his breath, fingers flying over the touchscreen of his smartwatch. He sent out a flurry of emails, posting the video on social media platforms, and reached out to influential bloggers in the firearms community.

“Come on, let’s make this go viral,” he thought, envisioning the excitement the Featurette could generate. Each click of a button felt like he was tossing a stone into a pond, watching the ripples spread wider and wider.

The sound of Hyon's narration played in his ears, and he couldn’t help but smile. The combination of humor and seriousness in Hyon's voice added a layer of charm to the video. It was clear that Hyon poured his heart into this project, and Hosup was determined to give it the attention it deserved.

“Just wait until the viewers see this,” he said, his determination burning bright. He could almost feel the buzz of excitement building around the Featurette. The more people that watched it, the more Hajin’s reputation would grow, and with it, the opportunities for everyone involved.

As he stepped into the lecture hall, he glanced at his smartwatch to check the video’s engagement stats. Already, views were climbing, and comments poured in, praising the quality and creativity of the Featurette.

***

Meanwhile, the professor of Phenomenon Realm Analysis entered the classroom, his expression as unreadable as a pebble.

“Sit down,” he commanded, and with just his words, the remaining students who had been standing around, chatting, and wandering to different desks returned to their seats.

I slumped onto my desk, fighting off the dizziness that came from my lack of sleep. Any second now, I was going to fall asleep, and I was ready to embrace it. The theory class could go to hell. I needed my sleep.

But then—

“There is a written exam today, as I mentioned last time,” the professor announced, catching everyone off guard. The collective groan from the cadets echoed around the room at this surprise test.

Ah~ what the hell? I silently cursed my luck. I was in the same boat, groaning at this misfortune.

The professor cruelly jolted me awake with his unexpected announcement. I felt like I’d been slapped in the face. This class couldn’t just go to hell. I took that back. I desperately needed to keep up with the main cast. Ugh… why now? Why did we need this? Was I ever going to use this information when I became a hero? Could I kick Djinn’s asses with this knowledge?

I felt terrible. I knew I was the kind of guy who tended to whine and wouldn’t stop, but honestly, I felt I had the right to complain. I was entitled to it.

“Give it up,” a little angel in my head whispered. “Just be honest.”

“No, you can’t,” my imaginary devil countered, now gaining confidence. “Go cheat! You can do it! Surpass your limitations, go invisible! Look, Rachel, the brainiac, is just two seats away, and Hajin is right in front of you.”

The devil’s argument sounded too reasonable to ignore.

In front of me lay the test paper that had inadvertently landed in my hands.

Problem 1: Describe the monster, Pygmalion.

Problem 2: Describe the Nine Evils (djinns).

Problem 3: State the attributes that humans can manifest in the phenomenon realm.

Problem 4:…

Yeah, I was screwed sideways, front, and back. I couldn’t even remember who the hell the Nine Evils were!

What was I supposed to do?

The professor scanned the room like a hawk, clearly eager to catch a cheater. I didn’t want to be “that guy,” but… well, hopefully, he wouldn’t catch me. I grabbed a small piece of chalk, mixed my Gift, Not Here, into it, and tossed it at the professor from a curved angle while he was looking away.

As soon as his attention diverted, I took a quick peek at Hajin’s exam paper, praying for some divine intervention.

Honestly, the exam was meant to be easy, but that didn’t change the fact that easy was still difficult for me. For aspiring Heroes and Hunters, written exams were made to look like a big deal, but the truth was that only combat ability really mattered in the grand scheme of things. The more specific a question was, the harder it was to earn points for those of us who weren’t exactly academically inclined. That was why the questions tended to be open-ended and less demanding.

Still, it didn’t help my situation. I barely had any idea what the hell a Pygmalion was, and the Nine Evils felt like they belonged in a different dimension of my memory—if they even existed there at all. My gaze darted from Hajin’s paper back to my own, trying to absorb whatever scraps of knowledge I could find, but all I saw were vague outlines of the questions, mocking me.

I took a deep breath and scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone else’s paper. Rachel was furiously scribbling, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was smart; I knew that much. Hajin, meanwhile, seemed to be in a world of his own, scribbling away like he was channeling the spirits of all the great Heroes. I briefly entertained the idea of looking at Rachel’s paper, but a flash of guilt stopped me. I didn’t want to be “that guy”—the one who couldn’t even manage a simple exam without cheating.

“Ugh, what am I even doing?” I muttered under my breath, feeling the pressure of the professor’s watchful gaze bearing down on me. I had seen Hajin take notes during classes, even if it seemed like half the time he was daydreaming. If anyone could give me some insight, it would be him.

I took another peek at his exam paper. The handwriting was neat, and he had sketched a quick doodle next to one of the questions that looked like it might relate to the Nine Evils. “Damn it, why is he so good at this?”

But then again, Hajin was always good at everything he did.

I glanced back at the professor, who had suddenly turned his focus toward me, narrowing his eyes. “Are you finished, Mr. Hyon?”

I froze, the words getting caught in my throat. “Uh… almost?” It came out more like a question than a statement, and I winced internally.

“Then I suggest you get back to work.”

My heart raced as I returned to my exam, but not before I snuck another glance at Hajin’s paper. “Okay, think, think!” I mentally kicked myself into gear. Maybe if I could just manage to combine the fragments of knowledge I did have, I could at least scrape by.

I took a deep breath, the tension in my shoulders creeping up to my ears.

“Let’s see… Pygmalion…” I whispered to myself, trying to recall anything I might have learned. “Isn’t that some sort of monster that can… do things? Like, um, manipulate or something?”

As I jotted down a few lines, the professor’s voice droned on in the background, and I felt my eyes start to droop again. The weight of sleepiness was a real contender against the pressure of the exam, and I was losing the battle.

“Come on, Hyon!” I chided myself, shaking my head. “You can’t sleep now. Just keep writing.”

I focused back on the paper and scribbled whatever I could remember about monster classifications, hoping the professor wouldn’t notice the lack of depth in my answers. At this point, I was just praying to avoid a complete disaster.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… A pig that is a lion that changes color… sounds real enough to me…”