On the surface, I'm an E-rank good-for-nothing porter who barely passed the assessment. Behind the scenes, my Agility is maxed out, and I can land nine slashes in a second!
I wanted to keep a low profile, quietly paying off my debts and saving up for a wife with my daily private dungeon runs.
But the world just won't let me be a quiet pretty boy! (Spits blood)
I applied to join a suicide squad as a human punching bag, and the captain deliberately abandoned me and ran away.
I sighed, drew my beginner's short knife, and shaved the shaman chief and thirty monsters bald in three minutes.
The scout watching from the shadows was dumbfounded. "Weren't you supposed to be a newbie thrown in as cannon fodder? Why are all the monsters on their knees calling you Dad?!"
A black-market big shot saw my shabby clothes and tried to lowball me for my defective weapon.
I silently took his wrist and had a friendly chat. The sound of his finger bones breaking was crisp and sweet.
The big shot fell to his knees, sobbing. "Boss! This is a top-grade steel short knife, plus 120,000 in cash. Please, just stop using your powers!"
The most ridiculous of all was the Hunter Guild's rank assessor, who trembled as he held the testing device.
"Mr. Gu, the testing device went off the charts and exploded... Are you sure you're E-rank?"
Gu Heng, smiling innocently: "Of course. I'm just a low-level office drone who's a tiny bit stronger than average. You have to believe me!"
All the hunters: "Believe you, my ass! You just punched through an explosion-proof alloy wall, you maniac!"
