hold with one hand, slipped from his grasp.


Shocked, Jiwoo moved his hand to catch his phone, but he missed.
Ironically, it was falling toward the swamp.





Although it was waterproof, he was worried the screen might have cracked.
He had no money to spend fixing his phone in his current situation.
He didn’t think of anything other than to get his phone before it fell any deeper.
There was no time to feel uneasy about putting his hands inside the swamp.

“Got it.”

He prayed as he pulled out his phone.
Fortunately, it was fine.
Jiwoo wiped the water and pressed the button to confirm it was functioning normally.
Then he let out a deep breath.

“That was close.”

Making sure he wouldn’t drop it again, Jiwoo firmly held his phone with both hands and began recording.
While he was taking the video, the swamp remained calm.
Jiwoo captured the silence of the swamp too.

However, there was something that kept drawing his attention.
Jiwoo raised his phone up and slightly turned his head to look at his arm.

He saw something dark and black.
Jiwoo thought something smeared on it when he put his hands inside the swamp earlier.
When he decided he had recorded enough, he pressed the stop button to save the recording.
Jiwoo nodded after checking the video.

They’ll believe me if I send this.
But what’s this thing on my arm?”

Jiwoo was considering whether he should report to the Hunter Association first.
However, he was bothered by what was on his arm and decided to go to the sink to wash it off.

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He turned on the faucet and put out his arm.


The water flowing out of the faucet was strong yet it did not wash away the stain.
Jiwoo’s eyes grew little by little.

“What is this? A…Hunter tattoo?

He turned off the faucet and raised his arm to his eyes.
The Hunter tattoo clearly appeared on his forearm, above the wrist.
It wasn’t there before, but it seemed to have formed when he had retrieved his phone from the swamp.

Jiwoo couldn’t believe what was happening so he gave the tattoo a fixed glare.
It was the same tattoo he saw on other Hunters’ arms.

“What? Am I a Hunter then? I’m a Hunter now?”

Puzzled, Jiwoo stared at the tattoo and thought he should inform the Hunter Association of these happenings first.
He couldn’t understand anything with his current knowledge.

He sent the file to the Hunter Association.
He knew they wouldn’t believe him if he simply called again.
He waited a bit after the video was sent before making the call.
The person he talked to earlier answered the phone.

Jiwoo explained he had just sent the video of the swamp.
The operator said they would check the video and call him back.
The return call came in less than a minute.

Perhaps it was because they watched the video, the operator did not ignore Jiwoo this time.
It also sounded like they were more willing to hear him out.

“I don’t know if the resolution is bad, but the color of the swamp is not coming out clearly.
What is the border’s color?” The operator asked.

“I understand it’s unbelievable, I can’t believe it either.
But I think you should come here instead of asking over the phone.”

The operator carefully cut off Jiwoo’s words.

“Oh, sir.
We have already dispatched people to the scene.
If you wait, the Hunter Association will arrive soon.
I’ll be asking you questions to collect information in the meantime.
Would that be okay?”


“How does the border’s color appear to you?”

“About that…it’s not a commonly known color.
It’s not due to the bad resolution, it’s actually that color.
The yellow and blue are mingling together.”


Whether the operator was watching the video or not, they didn’t say anything for a while.

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“I have a question too.”

Jiwoo asked if there were any instances of 18-year-old individuals whose tattoos didn’t appear during the exams but appeared later on.

“Why…do you ask?”

“A tattoo manifested on my arm.”

“Did you dip your arm into the swamp?”


“So after you did, it formed on your arm? Excuse me for asking sir, but how old are you now?”

“I’m 26.
I took the Hunter exam when I turned 18, but the tattoo didn’t appear then.”

Jiwoo found it funny that he was being called “sir” when he just turned 26 years old, but he answered sincerely.

“Could you wait one moment please? I’ll call you back.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“I believe the number of people we’ve dispatched is not enough.
I will give additional instructions to the professionals in that area who can assist you.
I will then call you back.”


He felt as if the case kept growing bigger.

“Then again, it is a big enough issue.
Nothing like this has happened before.
If something similar did, it would have been on the news which meant he would have heard about it at least once.”

Jiwoo pondered while he stared at the swamp.

“They said they would call back but why aren’t they?” He questioned as he glanced at the clock only to find out a few minutes had passed.

Jiwoo stared at his tattoo while he waited for the dispatchers to come.
He knew full well what a Hunter tattoo looked like since he saw it several times.
Jiwoo’s eyes rounded as he took a closer look.

A series of strange things happened to him but this one was the strangest.

There should have been a role like Dealer or Tanker next to his rank on the Hunter tattoo.
Yet there was no such thing on his.
This wasn’t the only strange finding.
The basic stats on Jiwoo’s tattoo were significantly lower than normal.

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