𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖠 : 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 [𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝟏𝟒

[𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖲𝖳: '𝖳𝖮 𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖡𝖤 𝖠 𝖯𝖴𝖲𝖲𝖸' 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖣]

[𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖫𝖤𝖥𝖳: 𝟺𝟽:𝟻𝟿:𝟻𝟿 ]

♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬

THIS SUCKED REALLY BIG ASS.
Not like she was actually sucking ass which would've probably been more preferable—but you get what this means.

Miss S-Rank Hunter had to literally farm right now—like she was in some kind of game or something, since that game told her she wasn't strong enough.

"Be honest. Is Jin-Woo stronger than me."

[𝖨𝖭 𝖠 𝖥𝖤𝖶 𝖶𝖤𝖤𝖪𝖲, 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖨𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖸]

[𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳'𝖲 𝖶𝖧𝖸 𝖨 𝖣𝖤𝖲𝖨𝖦𝖭𝖤𝖣 𝖠 𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖬𝖬𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖸𝖮𝖴! 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖡𝖤 𝖦𝖫𝖠𝖣 𝖨 𝖳𝖮𝖮𝖪 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖤𝖥𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖳, 𝖮𝖪𝖠𝖸]

"Why do you sound like you're one of those 'tsundere girlfriend' things." Y/N was disgusted.

And that programme, you may ask, was actually and very literally farming.

[𝖵𝖮𝖨𝖫𝖠!]

"...Why the fuck am I in a corn field right now?" The smell of mountains of corn immediately attacked her nose. She liked corn, but not this much!

[𝖣𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖸 𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦: 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖣]

/[(1) 𝖥𝖠𝖱𝖬 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖣 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪]\

/[(2) 𝖱𝖴𝖭 10 𝖪𝖬 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖪 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖫𝖤𝖦𝖲]\

/[(3) 𝖢𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖱 𝖠 𝖢-𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖪 𝖣𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖳 𝖯𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖥]\

"You really couldn't have phrased that better, could you."

[𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖧𝖤𝖤]

Please die.

And so began the harsh 'programme' of three hellish days. Though it changed after every timer ended and became worse. Every day, Y/N would be teleported into some random part of America—which was crazy enough but she didn't get a vacation—then, she would start working on some rando's corn field without theme even knowing someone was helping out for free. This might have been a good deed but... Y/N wanted a little money. And whoever owned this farm was a big-shot with a fucking mansion! Unfortunately, profit was a big no-no.

The 'not knowing' part was somehow possible with her [𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖫𝖫: 𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖤 (𝖫𝖵. 10)] which was just invisibility. She blamed the Comedian dude for not coming up with a cooler name. But what did she expect from someone who gave her 'used panties' as a reward? What the fuck was up with that?

Anyway, back to the training thing. After farming in secrecy and getting no profit whatsoever, the next part would begin—which was just running around and panting like a dehydrated animal with rabies. Where did she do her little exercise, you may ask.