Chapter 5: The Day of the Rift
Black hair and a white scarf. The only mask that couldn't possibly be mistaken for anyone else.
'Isn't this an invasion of privacy?'
The character drawn here was unmistakably Hunter J, Cha Eui-jae himself. Should he call this a violation of his image rights, or infringement of the mask's copyright? Just because he's presumed dead, isn't it too reckless to use his likeness so freely?
In fact, this wasn't the only book where J appeared. Whether it was because people thought it was okay to use J's name since he was dead, or because he was convenient to include when explaining the post-Day of the Rift era, J appeared in all sorts of media just as often as Jung Bin.
Seeing himself on TV didn't bother him much, but seeing it printed like this felt strangely unsettling. Maybe he should have created a foundation with the royalties as a commemoration of his S-grade awakening. Cha Eui-jae, feeling uneasy, smacked his lips and gestured to Park Ha-eun to head to the counter.
"That'll be thirty thousand won."
'The price of two bowls of hangover soup.'
Cha Eui-jae nonchalantly pulled out cash from his wallet, paid, and with the book in one hand and holding Park Ha-eun's hand in the other, left the bookstore.
Since the Day of the Rift, prices had soared through the roof. Even the hangover soup from the grandmother's old restaurant, which used to be seven thousand won, had risen to fifteen thousand won due to the increase in the cost of ingredients. And that was considered cheap compared to the prices in the area. Perhaps that's why so many Hunters came by... despite having plenty of money.
"Uncle."
"Hmm?"
The sudden call snapped Cha Eui-jae out of his thoughts. Park Ha-eun pointed at the book in Cha Eui-jae's other hand.