15.Skill Unlocked: Millionaire Menace

"W-Well! I-I came to check your vitals before your discharge!" she sputtered, trying to collect her broken dignity. She adjusted her glasses—completely upside down.

"Vitals, huh? Well, considering how red you are, I think I should be checking yours."

She glared. "P-Please stay still. And shut up."

As she checked his pulse and heartbeat—trying desperately not to swoon—Jinwoo just lay there, enjoying every bit of the chaos he'd caused. He even flexed slightly when she touched his wrist.

Just to see what would happen.

She nearly dropped the stethoscope.

Once she left—fleeing like a character from a romantic comedy—Jinwoo stretched luxuriously.

"Still got it," he said with a wink at the ceiling.

[SYSTEM: You shameless flirt. Should I start issuing daily Charm Quests now? 'Touch hearts. Steal souls.']

"Please. Like I need your quests to make women blush."

[SYSTEM: Ugh. This is turning into a dating sim.]

Jinwoo turned to the clock. 8:00 AM. Two hours left until discharge.

[SYSTEM: Ding! Daily Free Gacha Ticket has refreshed!]

Athe soft morning chaos simmered down and the nurse left red-faced and flustered, Jinwoo rolled out of bed, stretched his arms over his head, and cracked his neck with satisfaction.

[SYSTEM: Ding!

New Daily Quest – "Push Your Limits!"

Complete the following before 10:00 AM:

• Run 10 km

• Do 100 push-ups

• 100 sit-ups

• 100 squats

Rewards: 5 Stat Points + Random Loot Box

Penalty for Failure: Entering the Penalty Zone]

Jinwoo grinned. "Oh no… what ever shall I do with this tragic information?"

[SYSTEM: Don't. You. Dare.]

The next two hours passed in a blur.

Jinwoo ran through the hospital stairs, sprinted around the upper terrace like a man possessed (avoiding doctors like a ninja), and crushed his push-ups, sit-ups, and squats in his hospital room with the door locked and the curtains drawn. Sweat glistened on his body like divine dew—his abs, frankly, were now bordering on illegal.

Finally, he stood at the edge of the hospital rooftop, digital timer ticking in the corner of his vision:

[Run: 9.9 km / 10 km

Push-ups: 100/100

Sit-ups: 100/100

Squats: 100/100

Time left: 10:10:36]

He smirked.

Then he stopped.

Hands on his hips, chest rising and falling in that Greek-statue fashion, he just stared at the timer like it owed him money.

[SYSTEM: Finish it.]

He raised an eyebrow.

[SYSTEM: You know what happens if you don't.]

"I'm counting on it."

[SYSTEM: STOP FARMING PENALTY ZONES LIKE IT'S YOUR PRIVATE GYM!]

"Look, death goddess gave me a system, not a conscience."

[SYSTEM: I hope the forest monsters turn your fancy abs into squirrel chew toys.]

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The hospital was quiet, but not still.

After a brutal workout and a freezing shower, Jinwoo stood before the cracked mirror in his private room. Droplets slid down his jawline. His eyes, once tired and empty, now shimmered with something dangerous.

Control.

He dressed in silence—black jeans, custom boots, a form-fitting shirt that hugged his new physique like armor. A black hoodie with crimson streaks draped over his shoulders, loose and lethal. The clothes had arrived this morning—ordered via Mirai, the flustered night nurse, who had no idea she was dealing with a man who once killed an arms dealer with a chopstick.

He'd borrowed her tablet to order. And totally forgot to return it.

Oops.

A knock.

He turned as Nurse Mirai stepped in, tray in hand. But the moment she saw him, she froze.

He looked… different.

Sharper. Taller. Like the weight of gravity had shifted around him.

"You're… ready to leave," she said, almost surprised.

Jinwoo stepped forward slowly, gaze steady. "You okay, nurse?"

She blinked. "Y-Yeah, just—uh—you clean up well."

He smirked. "Thanks for the clothes. And the illegal snacks. And the extra blanket that was clearly not hospital standard."

Her cheeks flushed. She thrust a slip of paper toward him. "In case you get hospitalized again. Or… something."

He took it, brushing her fingers intentionally.

"I'll call. If I feel… light-headed."

She rolled her eyes, muttered something about "heart patients being easier," and vanished with her dignity in pieces.

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Basement Access Tunnel – 10:15AM

Jinwoo moved like mist, slipping through staff-only passages and offline security doors. No one saw him.

That was the point.

Down in a forgotten corner of the hospital—a maintenance zone with no cameras, no records—he tapped a rune-locked storage plate and whispered, "Open."

A hiss.

And then the lights flickered as the Venom X-09 emerged—black as sin, sleek as death.

A bike designed for war. Illegal, experimental, silent. And his.

[AUTO-OPS ASSISTANT ONLINE: Welcome, Rider.]

[Select Travel Mode: Normal – Urban Glide – Psycho Zoom]

[Select Location: Hunter's Association ]

"Urban Glide. But if we get chased, don't hold back."

[Assistant: Mood set to Minimal Chaos. Proceeding.]

Jinwoo donned the morph-helmet, which sealed around his head with a whisper of nanotech. The X-09 hummed like a panther held on a leash. A moment later, the shadows peeled back—and he vanished into the city.

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Hunter Association – 10:22 AM

The bike slid to a stop outside the Association HQ, drawing only minor attention. The entrance was busy—swarms of hunters in mismatched armor, guild recruiters, and Association officials. Jinwoo walked past all of them like a ghost.

Inside, he moved to the Mana Stone Purchase Counter and placed a velvet pouch on the table.

The receptionist glanced up, bored. "Name?"

"Sung Jinwoo."

That made her pause. "The E-rank?"

He didn't answer. Just tilted the pouch. Ten glowing mana stones rolled out—bright, clean, and humming with dense mana.

"…These are C-rank quality," she said, tone now laced with suspicion. "Where did you get these?"

"Double dungeon. Before the statue incident."

"You're saying you walked out with ten C-rank stones? As an E-rank?"

"I'm saying nothing," Jinwoo replied. "I'm here to sell."

She stared. Then nodded, slowly. "Wait here."

She returned two minutes later with cash. Fat stacks. Unmarked bills. All legal.

"Also," he said casually, "I want to register an official Hunter account."

She frowned. "Your current status is… minimal."

"I'll upgrade."

She sighed. "Alright. Done. You're in the system."

Do u want an Instant card For Transaction? Asked the receptionist. Jinwoo agreed later his account got deducted for the instant card and status upgrade.

Finally.. He had money.. Jinwoo stared at the balance in his account which read- 900 Million Won....

[Congrats Millionaire. Why don't u drop an elite A rank stone just to see what happens]

"I'm not in the mood to get dissected so no" Jinwoo laughed and left the association building.

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Just Outside

Jinwoo pocketed the card and was about to leave when the air shifted. He felt it before he saw him.

Chairman Go Gunhee, dressed in grey and silence, entered the hall like a storm in a bottle. His eyes swept the room like radar, locking onto the counter.

"Who was here?" he asked the receptionist, quietly.

She looked startled. "An E-rank Hunter. Sung Jinwoo."

Gunhee froze. "That name again."

She laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, the weakest hunter. That's what they say."

He didn't smile.

"…Sung Jinwoo," the Chairman repeated, voice low.

Then he walked away.

But his eyes said it all.

Something Felt Odd.

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Electronics Superstore – 11:05 AM

The sliding glass doors parted with a chime, welcoming Jinwoo into a sprawling tech haven. Rows upon rows of gadgets, components, and high-end devices stretched before him like a digital jungle.

He stood at the entrance for a second, then cracked a grin. "Let's go full nerd."

[SYSTEM: Alert. Assassin-turned-flame-man now entering phase two: Shopping Spree of Destiny.]

He made a beeline for the phone display.

"Two of your best models," he told the attendant. "Top-tier cameras, security features, full specs maxed out. One black. One pink."

The guy blinked. "Uh, yes sir. For… you and your girlfriend?"

"For my sister," Jinwoo said, and for a second—just a second—there was a softness in his voice.

[SYSTEM: Simp detected. Deploying heartwarming background music.]

He rolled his eyes. "Shut it."

The phones were sleek. Gorgeous. Expensive.

"Both," Jinwoo said. "Wrap them up."

The clerk handed them over, impressed. "Wow. Not many people walk in and buy two of these without blinking."

He scanned Jinwoo's hunter ID for verification… and paused. "Uh… sir?"

"Yeah?"

"It says here you're… E-rank?"

[SYSTEM: Dun-dun-duuun. Someone's about to feel poor.]

The clerk blinked. "I mean, no offense, but—this model costs nearly ten million won each. Most E-ranks can't afford a spare battery."

Jinwoo tilted his head. "Try scanning my card."

Click.

Then the screen lit up with his account balance.

₩900,000,000.

The man went still. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"I—uh—I…" He started sweating.

[SYSTEM: Achievement unlocked: Shatter a civilian's worldview using only money.]

Jinwoo smiled. "So. Where do you keep your high-end electronic components?"

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30 Minutes Later…

It started simple. A high-end laptop. External processors. Portable power banks.

Then it escalated.

Circuit boards. Cooling fans. Heat sinks. Cables. Hard drives. Server modules. Diagnostic tools. Soldering kits. Toolboxes.

Jinwoo moved like a man possessed, loading item after item into digital carts and physical crates.

[SYSTEM: …You're not just buying a gaming setup, are you?]

"Nope."

[SYSTEM: You're building something. What is it, a robot girlfriend?]

"Don't tempt me."

He paused at the parts rack, inspecting RAM sticks like they were daggers.

"I'm building an assistant," he muttered. "One smarter than most people in this world. One that can analyze magic signatures, combat patterns, even mana fluctuations. Something that talks back. Thinks. Learns."

The shopkeeper stared in awe as Jinwoo listed item after item, occasionally tossing in a "Just give me all of those" like he was picking candy.

"Are you building a lab… or starting a tech company?" the owner finally asked.

"I'm… just curious," Jinwoo said, with a grin that said otherwise.

By the end of it all, he'd spent ₩200,000,000.

A truck outside began loading the boxes. The shop staff stood in a daze, watching what they assumed was either a future supervillain… or a prodigy with serious spending issues.

[SYSTEM: I don't know whether to mock your spending habits or respect your ambition.]

"Do both. Multitask."

[SYSTEM: Fine. You're reckless, insane, probably going to blow something up, but damn it—you dream big.]

Jinwoo handed the owner his card one last time.

"Add a gift box. Something cute. For my sister."

The man nodded silently, still overwhelmed.

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Back Outside – 11:50 AM

The X-09's storage was packed. Jinwoo strapped down the last crate and adjusted the custom bag containing the pink phone, tucking in a handwritten note.

"From your idiot brother."

He zipped it up.

As he revved the engine and pulled out into traffic, a thought struck him.

"…What should I name it?"

[SYSTEM: Name what? Your death trap of an AI project that'll probably start judging you harder than I do?]

"Exactly."

He smirked.

"…How about Project Abyssal Core?"

[SYSTEM: Dramatic. Pretentious. I Hate it.]

And with that, the engine roared—and Jinwoo vanished into the city, shadow trailing behind him like the beginning of something monstrous… and brilliant.

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Author's Note:

And that, dear reader, is how you go from nearly dying in a dungeon to flexing on capitalism with a 900 million won bank account, charm stat over 9000, and a nurse who may or may not be writing fanfiction about him already.

Jinwoo's no longer just The Weakest Hunter—he's The Tech-Building, Squirrel-Terrifying, Romance-Teasing, Millionaire Menace. And he hasn't even left town yet.

Next stop: chaos. Maybe monsters. Definitely explosions.

Also, someone keep the System from turning this into a dating sim. I'm losing control of the genre here.

Leave your thoughts, theories, memes, or legally distinct fanart in the comments below! Should Jinwoo build a mecha next? Should the System start matchmaking him? Should Nurse Mirai get a spin-off? You decide.

Stay tuned, stay chaotic, and remember—flex responsibly.

—Your Sleep-Deprived, Overcaffeinated And Missing Author.