Chapter 242: Misunderstanding (1)


    “One pack of Marlboro Red, please.”


    Beep


    “That will be 4,500 won, sir. Thank you! Have a nice day!”


    Min Do-hoon enthusiastically greeted the customer, who felt a bit embarrassed as he left after just buying a pack of cigarettes.


    The reason for Min Do-hoon’s cheerful demeanor was simple: he hade to appreciate life more deeply.


    Ding-a-ling


    At that moment, the reason for his happiness entered the convenience store, looking somewhat displeased.


    “Daughter! Are you here to help out again today?”


    “Dad! Can’t you stop working at the convenience store? It’s dangerous these days…”“Not this again? You’re nagging just like your mom.”


    “Don’t just brush me off!”


    “Isn’t it enough that I have my daughter to protect me? And if pushes to shove, there’s always the ck Scythe.”


    “How could ck Scythe protect you? He’s so busy nowadays.”


    “Well, it’s not like a celebrity like him woulde by our store anyway.”


    For a moment, Min Juri wanted to say that she was acquainted with ck Scythe but refrained. They weren’t that close, and she didn’t want to seem like she was taking advantage of his status.


    “Anyway, listen to me! How long do you n to keep doing this? It’s been ages since the other shops turned into unmanned stores. We need to think about safety and make the change too. Or, at the very least, sell the shop and rest at home. With the money I’ve made, you could easily retire.”


    The days of worrying over money were long gone. Min Juri, being a yer, had earned nearly 200 million won just by selling items. She had paid off all their debts and had enough for living expenses. Plus, she still had the 300-million-won diamond from Ryu Min, though she hadn’t sold it yet.


    In short, they had more than enough to livefortably without the convenience store job. But Min Do-hoon wasn’t listening.


    “Retirement? Are you treating your dad like an old man? I’m only in my early fifties. I should work while I still can.”


    “Ah… so stubborn.”


    Knowing just how stubborn her father could be, Min Juri sighed and dropped the subject, merely showing her frustration through a long sigh.


    The silver lining was that the world had be a better ce recently. Most domestic yers were now part of the benevolent Death Church, and thanks to CPF and ck Scythe, crime rates had plummeted.


    Dressed in her convenience store uniform, Min Juri gently pushed her father’s back.


    “Dad, go rest. I’ll take care of the store.”


    “No, I’ve only been here a few hours. I’ll stay a bit longer.”


    “Just rest. You’re not young anymore, so your body must get tired.”


    “Now you’re just outright calling me old? I’m still full of energy. Besides, you could cast that Bless-whatever on me, right? It fills you with energy.”


    “Blessings aren’t a cure-all. They just make you feel that way.”


    “Anyway, I’m fine. You should rest instead. You haven’t been up from your narcolepsy for long.”


    “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself, Dad.”


    “In this situation, how could I not worry about my daughter?”


    Was he thinking about his daughter, who had to risk her life in deadly games? His face turned solemn.


    “Is it tough these days?”


    “Tough? What’s tough? I survived for 14 months already.”


    “But you still have six rounds to go. Who knows what could happen…”


    If he was so worried, how must his daughter feel? A long sigh escaped Min Do-hoon.


    “I’m sorry. A father shouldn’t talk about such gloomy things with his daughter.”


    “It’s okay. I have reliable teammates now and enough experience to not worry.”


    “Do you know what I do on the first of every month? I stay up all night praying to the gods. I beg them to bring my daughter back safely.”


    “You should pray to the right beings… after all, it’s the gods who made it this way.”


    “You never know. Maybe they’ll take pity on my desperate prayers and show mercy to my daughter.”


    Min Juri couldn’t say anything. She understood her father’s feelings.


    “That’s why every moment is precious to me. I’m just grateful and want to spend as much time as I can with my daughter.”


    “What are you saying? Am I on a death clock or something? Does it sound like I’m going to die?”


    Wiping away the tears that welled up, she spoke with determination.


    “I’ll survive until the 20th round. I’ll stay alive and make my wishe true.”


    “What wish?”


    “That’s a secret.”


    Smiling brightly, Min Juri put on her gloves and stepped outside.


    “The delivery should be here soon. I’ll handle it.”


    “Juri, it’s tough work. Let me…”


    “Don’t worry. Did you forget? Your daughter is a yer who can even break walls.”


    With a bright smile, she stepped outside but her expression quickly turned somber.


    ‘Can I really survive until the 20th round?’


    Somehow, she had made it to the 14th round. It was sheer luck, especially since she was a buffer, not a damage dealer.


    ‘It’s all thanks to my teammates.’


    It was because of her reliablerades that she had made it this far. Among them, none were more supportive than Ryu Min and ck Scythe.


    ‘Without them, I might have turned to ashes by now…’


    A thought crossed her mind: she wanted to help them too. But how?


    ‘Come to think of it, ck Scythe mentioned that he’s using the special reward selection box to choose next-round information as a reward…’


    Was there a need to give up personal rewards for information? After all, there was Ryu Min, the prophet.


    ‘If I told Min about the next round’s details, ck Scythe could pick another reward.’


    Sharing information would benefit both parties. But why wasn’t that happening? Was there a disagreement between them? Or were they not on good terms?


    ‘Maybe they’re not on friendly terms after all.’


    Ryu Min always found ways to avoid joining the Death Church, brushing off the topic. Thus, he remained unaffiliated. Meanwhile, ck Scythe still chose to use his rewards on future round information.


    ‘It does seem like they don’t get along.’


    Why wouldn’t they cooperate when it was in their mutual interest? Could something have happened between them?


    ‘Maybe I could help.’


    If she could mediate between them and mend their rtionship, things might change. With that in mind, Min Juri sent a message to Ryu Min.


    [Min, do you have time to meet today? I have something to talk about.]


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