S-Class Healer? Me?

A public interest report driven by meager sense of justice. However, after public attention passed, all that remained for Seo Yi-young was 800 million won in debt and regret.

If only he could go back to the beginning. If only he could live as a successful Seo Yi-young.

These were words he had muttered like a complaint while ending another hopeless day. But then...?

"Hello, Hunter Seo Yi-young. I'm Butler Choi."

"If you're saying you work here."

"This is my second year working under Hunter Seo Yi-young."

Hunter Seo Yi-young? 'Butler'? What is all this about?

***

A world where dungeons and Hunters exist. Here, he's even a globally rare S-rank Healer. He thought all he had to do was enjoy a new life in a new world, but...

"Where did you say Hunter Choi is?"

When Seo Yi-young asked with a smile, the man pointed to a location with his hand. Not forgetting to leave his thanks, Seo Yi-young walked in the direction the man had indicated. Choi Do-jun. It must just be the same name. There's no way he'd meet that bastard again here like this.

"...Ah, fuck."

There was no way Seo Yi-young could forget that face. It was Choi Do-jun. That Choi Do-jun.

***

"Th—"

"I guess because you're such a precious Healer, it's hard to even hear a word of thanks."

"......"

He was a bastard who made it difficult to give thanks obediently. How could he easily say thank you when he spoke like that?

Seo Yi-young rubbed and wiped away the monster's bodily fluid on his face with one hand. Since some of what was on his lips had gotten into his mouth, making it taste bitter, he spat several times. Knowing the identity of that liquid all too well, he didn't want to ingest even a little bit. When his mouth no longer had any taste, Seo Yi-young rubbed his lips with the back of his hand and said:

"What's so hard to hear? I was going to do it anyway. Thaaank you. You rude bastard."

At his spat-out words, Choi Do-jun raised an eyebrow.

"You should give someone who's already startled some time to calm down, but you nag like that because you want to hear thanks? Did you want to hear it that badly? Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you so much. I'm really fucking grateful! Is that enough?"

He had tried to think that the Choi Do-jun from the previous dimension and this dimension were different people, but if he was going to act like this, there was no need to do so—it was actually better this way. What a personality-defective bastard. Seo Yi-young looked at Choi Do-jun with a smiling face.

"Since that's settled, let's get on with our dungeon strategy."

"Since when do you speak informally to me?"

"Starting now. You speak informally to me too. You're younger than me."

"......"

"If you want me to speak formally, I will. But then you should also use honorifics and call me hyung."

"......"

"No? Speaking informally is better, right? I agree."