The corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably, but no matter how hard he tried, Uijae couldn't suppress the smirk creeping across his face.

"That was... some pretty good acting, wasn't it?"

His acting skills had definitely improved compared to before. Uijae straightened his back, which had been hunched as part of his performance, and rubbed his chin. A warm sense of pride began to well up inside him. Maybe, just maybe, he could really make his acting debut, like Yang Hyejin had suggested.

Given the state of the world these days, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to juggle being both a Hunter and a celebrity—whether as an actor or a model. Hunters who became actors typically excelled in action scenes, as they could effortlessly perform stunts that would take normal people extensive training to master. As for models...

‘Honeybee is working as both a model and a Hunter, isn’t he?’

Uijae absentmindedly fiddled with his black hair. The only reason he could move around freely like this was thanks to the hair dye Honeybee had given him.

‘I should send him a gift once this is all over.’

He glanced back. Behind him, people clutched their injuries, some crying softly, others staring blankly at the ceiling. A man writhed in pain as several people tried to hold him down. It was a familiar sight—more so than the smiles and peace of the world.

"……."

The air was filled with the odd mixture of antiseptic, blood, and dust. Uijae closed his eyes. The murmurs around him faded, and for some strange reason, he felt calm. It was as if, after a long journey, he had finally returned to the place he truly belonged.@@novelbin@@

He rubbed his thumb across the corner of his mouth before pulling back the curtain. The people in white bustled around like ants. There were a few burly guards posted near the entrance, dressed in white as well. Their eyes looked dazed. Probably...

‘Modified Hunters or experimental subjects, maybe?’

Uijae examined their faces. Luckily, he didn’t recognize any of them. Maybe the whole Bear incident had left a bigger mark on him than he thought. For a moment, a flash of red filled his vision. He swallowed a bitter smile.

He could feel the furtive glances from the busy workers around him. Uijae sat down on a plastic chair. *Screech*. The legs of the chair scraped loudly against the asphalt. As if on cue, someone approached him.

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