The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial

Chapter 14

Before coming to Hyeonak, Jang Yeonwoo did some preliminary re

The fact that the description contained words like small, precious, and cute—clearly, the kid standing before him was the infamous Hanguru.

‘Well, he is cute.’

Gidan had always thought all kids looked the same, but upon seeing Hanguru, he reconsidered.

‘So this tiny thing is supposed to be S-rank, huh.’

He pressed a finger into Hanguru’s soft cheek.

Hanguru’s round eyes widened as his face tilted to the side before bouncing back upright.

After a few more pokes, Hanguru wobbled side to side like a roly-poly toy, straightening back up each time.

Gidan grinned as he stared into those big, terrified chick-like eyes.

“Tell me why I should let a liar live.”

“I’ll give you this.”

Hanguru rummaged through his crossbody bag and pulled out several syrup bottles.

“What’s this?”

Hanguru had recently learned the proper term for this.

“Bribe.”

Gidan let out a snort.

“You want to bribe me with this?”

Nod, nod.

Bribery was something Hanguru excelled at. After all, even his way into Hyeonak had been bought with a bribe.

Like a seasoned negotiator, Hanguru leaned in and whispered,

“I’ll give you the special, super-sweet strawberry syrup flavor. This one’s expensive.”

“Ah, hmm, sweet...”

Gidan pressed his lips together, suppressing a laugh.

Well, if the kid was that confident, maybe he’d let it slide this time.

He absentmindedly inspected the bottles—then his eyes went wide.

“These stack?”

"Yeees. But you can only have a little bit, or you’ll get sick."

No item could be enhanced infinitely. The base stats had to support it for the enhancement effect to be fully realized.

"Still, for someone like me... this should be fine—"

As Gidan examined the bottles, he suddenly froze, as if he had just realized something.

The containers looked like they had been touched by a child’s hand...

"You... don’t tell me you’re a crafter?"

"Yeees..."

Ha.

Gidan let out a laugh, half in disbelief.

"Wow... Hyung really picked up something insane this time."

A crafter’s value was on an entirely different level in terms of rarity and versatility.

Normally, even the highest-quality dungeon materials from S-rank and above could only create S-rank gear.

But when those top-tier materials were refined by the hands of a master, they could be elevated to what was known as S+ grade—legendary works, like the Amakusa Series.

There were only four pieces of the Amakusa Series in circulation, each crafted by the world's only S-rank Japanese artisan.

Ever since its existence became known, countless blacksmiths had tried to replicate S+ rank equipment, only to fail.

Rumors had spread that unless a new S-rank crafter appeared, no additional S+ gear would ever be made.

And now, here was an S-rank crafter.

Not only that, but a kindergartener from an orphanage.

‘...If this gets out, Korea’s gonna explode.’

Guilds all over the world would come running, desperate to raise the kid themselves.

Just imagining the swarm of hunters stampeding in made Gidan shudder like he had seen a herd of rampaging bulls.

Of course, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t tempted by the idea of owning an S+ grade masterpiece.

Gidan silently studied the child.

‘...He’s way too tiny.’

He moved like a little chick, one that might burst if poked too hard.

Now, Gidan understood why On Jurim had gone so far as to adopt him—there was no way he could just leave the kid alone.

He gently took Hanguru’s tiny hand and placed a syrup bottle in his palm.

His hand was so small that the bottle, which was barely the size of a chestnut, filled his entire grip.

Seeing the way it fit in Hanguru’s hand made Gidan chuckle.

At that moment, Hanguru, who had been subtly backing away in search of an escape, flinched.

Gidan smirked mischievously.

The kid’s reactions were amusing.

He just wanted to keep teasing him.

"You seem useful. Should I kidnap you?"

“Eh?”

Hanguru flinched violently, clutching his kids’ phone with trembling hands.

"Y-you... human trafficker..."

As he had been drilled in kindergarten training, he shakily pressed the emergency number, 113.

Gidan poked his cheek again.

"It’s 112, idiot Hanguru."

"Hanguru knows that. It was a mistake."

"Doesn’t seem like it~ Idiot Hanguru."

Hanguru puffed up in indignation.

"They say the one who calls someone an idiot is the real idiot."

"But someone who knows 112 isn’t an idiot. Someone who doesn’t know is the real idiot."

"...!"

Gidan grinned playfully as Hanguru’s eyes wavered.

This guy... he’s an adult, but he won’t even let a kindergartener win...!

"Idiot Hanguru."

Ding—!

Unforgivable.

For the honor of the Chick Class’s smartest student, he had to fight back.

Hanguru clenched his tiny fist, ready to stand his ground.

But before he could do anything, Gidan, who had finished thoroughly teasing the kindergartener, stood up.

"Alright, up we go."

He lifted Hanguru effortlessly.

"Let’s go to Guild Master-hyung. You need to get your rank evaluated at the center."

Guild Master-hyung? Rank evaluation? That meant—

"Wait... are you Dani-oppa?"