Magnus of Ice

SYSTEM QUEST: KILL THE ENEMY

"This one is a cocky one," Magnus said as he stood in front of Jin-Woo, acting as his shield. Seeing his boyfriend's strong, muscular, bloodied back, Jin-Woo walks around and kisses him on the cheek. "He sure is..." he whispered back as they both prepared to fight Tae-Shik, not separately, but together, as a team.

"Tell me, why did you do this?" Jin-Woo started as he viewed Tae-Shik with eyes void of emotion. "What? Killing the prisoners?" Tae-Shik responded with a wide grin on his face, his eyes oozing with amusement. Receiving a question instead of a response, Jin-Woo's eyes glowed their electric blue color as his irritation rose. "No. Everything." He said as he viewed Tae-Shik as if he was nothing but a bug waiting to be squashed.

"OOH~ That's a damn scary face you've got there!" Tae-Shik said as his grin started to show teeth, his eyes curving into crescents as he began to lose tiny bits of his sanity. 'I wonder if his face hurts from maintaining such a disgusting grin on his face for so long,' Magnus thought as his eye started to shine the arctic blue once more, readying himself for anything that might be thrown at them.

Sensing the guard and irritation rising up from his opponents, Tae-Shik said, "Lighten up, will you? It's not like I'm doing this for fun." "That disgusting grin of yours says otherwise," Magnus spoke as he trained his eyes on his opponent, scythe in hand. Jin-Woo nodded at what his boyfriend had said, thinking, 'Yeah, that expression is disgusting.'

Irritated, Tae-Shik exclaimed, "Damn irritating! A client approached me a week ago."

In the center of Seoul lives a shopping center full of stores, ranging from clothing to luxury items to hunter necessities. Of course, a shopping center isn't a shopping center if there aren't a couple of dining locations. It had restaurants, fast food chains, and a couple of cafes. Inside a cafe that had a black and gray exterior, exuding a minimalistic aura, were a pair of men sitting across each other inside a private booth on the second floor.

"I heard that everything that happens in a dungeon stays in the dungeon." One of the men started. This man was hunched, his hands underneath the table, clenched on his knees. His hair was unkempt, and his clothes were dirty, giving off a desolate aura. Next to his chair, on the floor, laid a duffle bag filled to the brim with an unknown material. The man across from him didn't bother to reply as he kept his arms crossed over his chest, an unamused expression on his face. This man was none other than Kang Tae-Shik.

Not receiving a response from Tae-Shik, the older man heaved the duffle bag onto the table.

*THUD*

The only change on Tae-Shik's face was a raised eyebrow as he wondered what the man meant by that. Then, with a worn-out expression and a desolate tone, the man said, "Here's two billion." Pushing the duffle bag towards Tae-Shik, the man continued as his eyes got watery, looking down at the table. "I'm sure you understand what I'm trying to say... Please, Hunter. I beg you...." His watery eyes soon dried up as pure hatred showed itself.

"Please... Kill those bastards!" Shaking with pure rage, the man gritted his teeth as he awaited the response he would receive from Tae-Shik. After a moment of silence, a younger, masculine voice sounded out, with a hint of mirth, "In addition to this money... One billion more to take care of the other hunters...." Tae-Shik paused, gauging the response from the man. Then, witnessing the slight shock portrayed on the man's face, Tae-Shik smiled as he continued, "Is that possible for you?"

Receiving a nod from the older man, Tae-Shik stretched his arm out to receive the duffle bag. While he knew better than to ask for a client's reason, he couldn't help his curiosity as he proceeded to ask, "But why are you doing this? When you find a piece of thrash lying on the street, you naturally feel disgusted, but... you wouldn't necessarily pick it up." He opened the duffle bag, taking out a stack of Korean won to count.