The Rankers Guide to Live an Ordinary Life

Mad Dog frowned.

Did he have some sort of mental illness?

“Why are you swearing and fighting in front of people? You bastard without a root.”

“I don’t know. All of a sudden, I just feel that it has been grossly uncomfortable.”

Santa Monica, California, USA.

Two men were outdoors sitting under a beach parasol.

Among them, Mad Dog, a latin man with white dreadlocks, retorded nervously.

“I feel more uncomfortable with you, you son of a bitch. It’s a story that I always keep to myself. You’re a significant, suspicious, horrible bastard.”

“Oh. Such a thing, Mad Dog. we’re the bad guys. You still didn’t know that? How pitiful.”

Kido sipped his grape juice as he talked.

Because of the sunglasses and bucket hat, only his mouth shape could be seen.

Mad Dog burst into anger as he gulped down his share of the juice. It was a strawberry juice that didn’t suit his rough, manly nature.

“There are different kinds of bad guys, but you… you! You are so nasty and mean!”

“That is unfair. It hurts, Bro.”

“Don’t pretend you’re hurt, you bastard! Cause I am not sorry!”

“Shh. I am getting a call. This is a call I need to answer.”

Kido smiled and showed the screen.

[Caller ID: Child]

“Shit, it’s that disgusting nanny thing again.”

Quiet.

Kiddo raised his finger and warned, then he pressed the accept button.

“Hello, Timothy.”

“Yes, is that the news? I checked, too. The time difference doesn’t matter. It’s a world notification. It’s the same all around the world. Wasn’t it you who went into the dungeon?”

“Hahaha, I’m excited. Let me calm down the excitement a bit… Huh? You won’t like it if you suddenly decide to visit.”

Our “Jo” is a person whose daily life is more important than anything else in the world.

“How do I know… I have my own source of information, Honey. Even though we are like brothers I can’t share everything.”

…

“Well. If you really want to do that, there is no way. For example… not individual, but rather the country’s level. And the center in the middle.”

Traps of original size are good, the more steps the better.

That way, you can slowly corner an opponent without them easily noticing.

Kiddo smiled softly.

“Of course, yes, yes, but… have confidence. You are Timmy Lily, loved by the world. Me? Of course I am always by your side, If you go I will go too”

…

“It’s nothing to be touched about. Yeah, that’s a good thing. Our ‘Jo’ is much better in many ways than ‘Mad Dog’ whose anxiety is over the top. Okay. Did you find where Mad Dog is located? You went all the way to Marrakesh to find it.”

Pat pat.

Kiddo said as he kept patting the Mad Dog, who was pretending to throw up, on the back.

“Huh. Couldn’t find it…? My dear brother. Don’t be disappointed. It’s OK. The chance will come again. Let’s take it slow. Then see you in New York.”

End.

“Let’s see each other in New York.”

Mad Dog sarcastically repeated.

“Are you two in love? That’s disgusting.”

“Jealous men are unattractive. Besides, I’m sorry, but you are not…”

“Oh, my God! I’m not one of you, you slut!”

No matter how angry he was he could never attack his opponent.

Mad Dog once again recalled his track record and reached a dead end. He gave up as he banged his head on the table.

“Anyways! Now what? Is this the picture you are drawing? You need to share some history of how things work out. You fucking bastard bastard.”

“well, that’s right.”

“……?”

“How are things going?”

“Hey. 13th…!”

“No. You can’t call me that now.”

The chair shook as he reclined back.

Kiddo slowly lowered his sunglasses.

There was a muttering that sounded like humming.

“Why did the cat get into the dog trap? I tried getting rid of it before we met. Isn’t it a strange turn of events? No matter how many times I try, it’s not easy…”

“What’s wrong with you? Say it in a way that I can understand!”

“I will be going to Seoul. That’s what it means.”

“…what? You said it yourself. You told me to never touch the King before I was ready.

“Did I?”

It was a very common thing for him to go back on his decision.

Kiddo took off his hat as he stood up from his seat.

His colorful earrings swayed along the sea breeze.

His hair color was mixed between sky blue and light green. He had a surprisingly beautiful face that made it hard to guess his nationality.

In an instant the surrounding eyes were on him.

The noise from the surroundings increased at the sudden appearance of a celebrity who was far too recognizable.

“Maybe my ‘memory’ isn’t that organised. Don’t be so angry, my brother. I told you, we’re lucky…”

Kiddo shook his hair up.

He wildly smiled.

“For that tyrant, I am, for example, an irresistible catnip.”

“What kind of dog is that…”

“H-Hey There! Guildo, It’s ‘Guildo Maramaldi’, right?

Mad Dog got up and clicked his tongue.

As soon as one person opened the path, the crowd quickly grew in size.

In the middle of a wave of camera shutters and autograph requests Kiddo winked an eye.

“See you later, sweetheart.”

He was.

The head of an international terrorist group that gathered stateless people that were abandoned by the world, the 13th.

Kiddo the executioner.

At the same time he was currently 9th in the world rankings.

‘Trainer’ Guido Maramaldi.

The biggest shield in the world, set up by Timothy Lilywright, the son of God.

He was the deputy guild leader of the guild 〈Aegis〉.

***

It didn’t matter whether the world was busy or not.

The most important thing for a certain someone right now was…

「Zio, what the hell does this mean? Being forced to change gender. Kang Jae is not that kind of a person.」

「Teacher.」

「Okay. Yes, tell me.”

「Actually, I’m Jo, but that kid keeps saying that his hyung is Jo.」

「……」

「Jo is embarrassed.」

「Get out. I don’t see you off.」

The reality was that the early leave request she had asked for as a way of escape was rejected.

Zio looked at the classroom with cloudy eyes.

(Everyone will be shocked) Actually, Gyeon Zio wasn’t the type of person who was around often.

(Everyone will think it’s really surprising) In fact, Gyeon Zio’s level of sociability was somewhat lower than others.

Thanks to that, even though she lived in the same town for 3 years she only had 3 people she could call her friends.

They were called (Yang) Se-do, (Jang) Sena, and (Seol) Sera.

She never went to other children because their names were too hard to memorize.

Sometimes it would be easier if their family names were together, but… Anyways.

In summary, it means that she wasn’t compatible with places where only insiders gathered like this.

‘Did Mrs. Park get scammed? I wonder if she was hit in the back by Sir Kim Jo-young, whom she trusted… How can you see these guys as college entrance exam students?

The place where Professor Kim Jo-young put this unskilled three-timer student after much consideration was the art selection special management class.

It was a place where you wrote basic class and read it as difficult class.

[Your contractor, ‘Reader of Fate’ mumbles that no matter how you look at the site here is strange.]

[It’s obvious that they feel like they’re going to fail the entrance exam, and once they go in they will make a fuss that they think they’ll repeat this for generations to come.]

‘It’s like a curse…’

It was like an academy genre, the classmates were full of different individualities and they looked like they could fit in no matter where.

Rainbow dyed hair, fashion tattoos, and so on…

Luckily, she managed to find an ordinary looking guy and sat next to him to avoid all those colorful individuals.

‘I had forgotten that the most ordinary looking guy is always the biggest asshole…’

She had been tricked…

It wasn’t enough for him to try to force her to change her gender in their first his hyung (that she didn’t ask for).

‘Hm.’

Zio looked at the photos shown to her by Yoon Kang-jae one by one and said.

“Basically, hunters are the best.”

“……?”

“The higher the ranking, the better.”

That’s what most people said.

[Humans evolve, and magic influences evolution.]

It was a story that first began with the short lives of the first generation awakeners, and the awakeners who exceeded their limits would live longer.

However, before the appearance of the Tower of Babel, the first generation, who used to be ordinary humans, had to shave their bones and flesh to overcome their limits.

As a result, the average lifespan of the first-generation hunters was about fifty.

It became a rare phenomenon for the second generation, which was exposed to magic power relatively early, and such a limit did not exist at all for the third generation.

Analysts claimed that the third generation is the turning point for mankind.

Anyways.

The bottom line was that the new rookies who had the best magic power had different abilities and visuals.

“Why all of a sudden…?”

‘You don’t know,Comrade Kang-jae? Are you asking because you don’t know…’

Gyeon Zio casted the cat’s eyes on her boots.

Yoon Kang-jae, who was excited to brag about his brother, looked puzzled. Then suddenly, he hit his knee.

“Ah…! Ah ah”

‘Yes! That’s it!’

“Right, yes, ahaha. My older brother is handsome, right? It’s because he looks just like Jo.He’s the best.”

‘You son of a bitch, I should sue you.’

“It looks a bit like me too. I heard women are especially crazy about this style. You look like Ji-rok. Why, Do you want me to introduce you?”

‘I’ll just kill Yoon Kang-jae and go to hell.’

[The Deity ‘reader of fate’ states that this is a self defense that even Satan would recognise]

[Who the hell does he want to introduce you to? If you don’t beat him to death right now, he will be angry about the wretched act of ignoring social evil.]

“Uh, what’s wrong with your reaction? Ah, are you feeling embarrassed? Well, Noona is not the main character of a drama. It’s kind of weird to meet the no.1 who’s hiding his identity.”

She lost.

It is a complete defeat.

This guy is ‘real’.

Just as Zio was at loss of words for the crazy imagination of this kid.

“What, Yoon Kang-jae, you punk? Are you starting again?”

A long fluttering hair that carried the scent of a shampoo.

A heroine always appears for the protagonist that faces a crisis.

The representative insider of the art class.

Seo Ga-hyeon, the head of the class, sat in front of them and winked towards Zio.

“Ignore it, unni. I am classmates with him, and all he talks about is Jo. We don’t pay attention, so look at how he stuck to the first unni who came along. Such nonsense.”

“…Hey, Seo Ga-hyeon. Who is talking nonsense?”

“Then what, do you have any proof or evidence? I haven’t seen you bring anything in years.”

“Wow, really, wow… ha.”

“When these bastards run out of things to say they always look up at the sky. Hold on tight.”

“…”

“Hey, Yoon Kang-jae. I’m giving my advice because it’s really sad to see you like this, your hyung is already a really good ranker so stop lying about it. Aren’t you ashamed of facing your hyung?”

“Ranker?”

Seo Ga-hyeon looked back at Zio’s unconscious question.

Unlike the straight face she had as she argued with Kang-Jae, she had a sweet smile.

“Yes, unni. You must have seen the picture. His older brother, ‘Yoon Eui-Sei’. Ranked 29th belonging to ‘Barb’.”

“Bar, what, Fool? (Both Fool and Barb sound the same when spoken)

“No, dear Unni. Barbara. Cuter. ‘Invibe’. You don’t have much interest in the Hunter side? So what are unni’s interests? Are you perhaps interested in cats? Our Nana looks just like unni. I can show you pictures… Oh, by the way, Unni’s number is…”

Bam!

It was Yoon Kang-jae.

He closed the door and left.

Seo Ga-hyeon stuck her tongue out as if saying don’t say bullshit in a colorful way.