Chapter 9 - Chapter 9

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 9

Chapter Title: SSS-grade Genius Skill

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Usually, you can't tell if a kid's smart until you raise them.

But skills? You see 'em right away.

Type, grade, effects—all laid out clear as day.

"...This is..."

Im Hyeji couldn't believe it. She'd just finished raiding the dungeon, come home, and stepped out of the shower.

Mid-wash, something burst open in her chest—a rush of cool clarity swept through her body, a piercing pleasure from her spine to her scalp that left her mind half-floating.

Then the birth message popped up. A skill was born.

Pregnancy. Childbirth.

At 23, words that repulsed her—she'd never even kissed a guy. But it happened. Unforgettable experiences. Results right in front of her eyes.

She'd tried to forget it all.

Her first time taken like that. Handling a man's dick, swallowing his cum. No one knew.

As long as he kept quiet, she could pretend it never happened. Live on.

Sure, if she found someone she loved later, she'd feel bad not giving him her "first." But still.

So even if a skill appeared—even SS-grade—she had no plans to use it.

She'd ignore that trace of him. Live like it wasn't there.

But why...

"No way."

An SSS-grade skill. "Grand Success." Absurd words attached. Curiosity got the better of her, and when she checked it—a healer like her could only mutter it was unbelievable.

"Revival...?"

Hunters get one life.

Some act like they've got extras, like in a game. But this ain't a game.

Countless hunters die in dungeons daily. Just as many awaken to fill the gaps.

That's why healers get respect and protection amid the chaos.

Dead hunters can't be saved.

But healers can pull back ones on the brink.

Even S-grade healers like her live well, top 1% of hunters.

But Im Hyeji had ambitions.

SS-grade healer. SSS-grade.

The rare few shining above her.

Hunters are scarce, sure.

But among healers? Some sparkle brightest, treated like queens.

Reviving hunters in S-grade dungeons, turning the tide.

A-grade ones making berserkers fearless of death.

S-grade healers shine plenty.

But it's... meh.

Better than low-tier potion-dispensers, sure. Guilds pamper them.

But the next level up?

In A-grade and above, dealers who clear dungeons outrank healers. Even S-grade ones.

"With this..."

She didn't crave money that bad.

Could've milked her 2 million followers for SNS ads if she wanted.

But fame? Yeah, she wanted that.

No one hates being adored.

Women especially thrive on attention.

She ran a casual SNS, posting pics.

Loved the envy, jealousy from crowds.

Im Hyeji shook her head.

Using it meant admitting everything.

That she seduced him for a skill.

Spread her legs, begged him to fill her womb raw—no condom—shaking her hips.

Went back willingly for better skills, jerked his stinky dick, swallowed every drop to not spill a one.

All by choice.

"...No. Absolutely not."

She wasn't that far gone yet.

So she ignored the SSS-grade Resurrection hogging space in her status window. Tried her best.

No chances to use it anyway.

Maybe never in her life. She hoped.

Truth was, she wasn't sure she could resist.

But the trial of choice hit sooner than she thought.

B-grade dungeons don't just spawn B-grade monsters.

Overall risk level sets the grade, but actual difficulty shifts inside.

Like now.

"S-grade monster! Stealth Assassin! Circle up!"

Reason S-grade hunters dip into B-grades.

Usually smooth clears matching the rating. But A- or S-grades pop up sometimes. Gotta overstack the party.

Ch-chak!

Twenty-odd hunters formed a tight circle.

S-grade monster, Stealth Assassin—true to name, uses stealth to snipe backline hunters, tightening the noose.

They spotted it too late—two backline hunters already gushing blood from slashed throats.

"Heal! Healer!"

Luckily, the mages clung to life.

Im Hyeji and the other healer rushed in, casting heals.

Heals aren't magic bullets.

Just staunch bleeding, recover HP, force the body from death's door.

Full HP doesn't mean fatigue gone, wounds perfect. If it did, she'd be SS- or SSS-grade already.

"Whew."

Breaths eased.

Surrounded, watching hunters' backs, Im Hyeji's limbs shook.

Years as a hunter, but mortal peril like a flickering candle still terrified her.

Just luck.

Stealth Assassin targeted mages.

Could've been her, standing right beside.

If those spots were healers?

Could she have saved them, even temporarily?

Everyone risked it all, but fear shrunk them.

Even circled, it could strike from nowhere—slash a throat, vanish.

"Got it!"

"Nice! Kill it!"

Countering Stealth Assassin is simple.

Stealth-break skill? Path lights up, difficulty drops A- to B-grade.

Raw combat power's not that high.

Or grab it tight—no stealth if pinned.

"Gahk!"

"Insoo!"

"Q-quick! Fuck!"

Stealth hides, doesn't phase you out.

Tank lunged at first sight, snagged it.

Assassin plunged dagger into tank's heart.

Grabbed its tail as it fled—not perfect hold.

But tank didn't let go.

Let go, and it's stab for stab, loss for loss.

Others piled on, finished the Stealth Assassin.

"Healer!"

Shaking hard.

Im Hyeji charged out.

Terrifying, but dungeon years hardened her.

Saving hunters was her job.

Heals poured into the heart wound first.

"No!"

Flop. Tank's body sagged lifeless.

Not for nothing an S-grade.

Knew capture meant death—twisted dagger in heart for bleed, slashed throat and thigh too.

A beat too late.

Heals hit after.

Too late.

Heals aren't omnipotent.

No game-click instant fix—wounds seal, blood stops, HP full.

If so, healers would be gods already.

Her hands trembled.

Not her first hunter death witnessed.

But first in a while.

Guild life, fixed party.

Common sense: skip death-trap dungeons.

Plus, dead tank was party staple over three years.

Im Hyeji spotted the gleaming skill.

That man's trace.

No time for such thoughts.

Rushed to tank, hand on heart.

Will it work?

Party stared, puzzled.

One thought burned: save him. She activated the skill.

Flash!

Dazzling light erupted from her hand.

Pure white.

Like an angel descending.

"...Resurrection."

Exploding light bathed surroundings, then soaked perfectly into the tank's body—not a drop wasted.

And.

"Kuh... huuugh."

"...!"

"...?"

"H-he's alive?"

Tank gasped out held breath.

Im Hyeji collapsed, drained.

"Hyeji!"

"Quick, out! Hospital first!"p>

Carried out limp, she felt it.

The rush of saving a life.

A miracle, reviving the dead.

Worlds apart from regular heals.

Days after vowing to forget, messages filled her vision. She read them all.

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