Becoming the King of A New Filthy World - Chapter 362: Marilyn!

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The morning at the airport was a flurry of activity as reporters gathered to capture the arrival of a woman who had set foot on soil. It was none other than Master Marilyn, returning home after completing her six-month-long overseas expedition.

“Congratulations on your safe return!” the reporters exclaimed, eager for a quote.

“When is your next venture, Miss Cerys?” another reporter chimed in.

“Ah, I came here to rest. Just to rest,” Marilyn replied, her voice carrying a hint of weariness.

Marilyn was a rare and exceptional figure—a Hunter more famous than any Hero. She held the prestigious title of ‘Master,’ recognized by the World Hunter Association, and was an SS-class Hunter of national acclaim. This stunning woman with raven-black hair had graced the cover of the world’s largest weekly magazine, “Five Grains Magazine,” exuding poise and elegance.

Having traveled to numerous countries to take on daunting tasks of tearing apart terrifying monsters, Marilyn’s eyes exuded an overwhelming presence that ordinary people couldn’t even bear to look upon. Her worth, both in terms of skill and fame, could be compared to that of a mid-sized company on the move, amounting to over two trillion won based on the old currency standards.

It had been four years since the government had gone out of their way to accommodate Marilyn, ensuring they wouldn’t lose such an invaluable asset. This coincided with the time when she had just entered the academy and her “talent” had awakened.

Clad in an elegant burgundy dress, Marilyn, with crimson eyes, seemed to have no desire to even smile in front of the camera lens.

“How was the demonic beast extermination? Your emergence from the last observed gravitational wave in —– was captured by a satellite,” a reporter asked, eager for details.

“It was the same as always. Those who were meant to die perished, and those who were meant to live survived,” Marilyn replied with a touch of nonchalance.

“Kyaaaaa! It is Cerys!” one of her fans squealed, spotting her amidst the crowd.

Marilyn couldn’t help but feel exasperated. “Did they even hear what I said?” she muttered under her breath.

Exhausted from dealing with reporters and fans, Marilyn longed for some respite. It wasn’t just because she had been given a hard-to-laugh-at nickname like “The Red-Eyed Empress.” She believed that trying to be adored in public was something only a clumsy hero would do.

However, the reality was that she was sponsored from head to toe, adorned in beautiful clothes, earrings, and shoes. Marilyn found herself burdened by the high social responsibility that came with her status as an SS-class Hunter, unable to enjoy the freedom she desired.

“Shall we go to the hotel?” her bodyguard suggested, creating a barricade to fend off her enthusiastic fans.

Marilyn paused for a moment, contemplating her options. “Just drop me off in front of the academy,” she finally decided.

“Understood,” the bodyguard replied, guiding her towards the waiting vehicle.

Acadia Academy held a special place in Marilyn’s heart. It was her alma mater, and upon achieving the status of an SS-class Hunter, she had been invited as a visiting professor, occasionally delivering lectures there. The academy even dedicated an office to her, recognizing her immense contributions.

“It’s a bit better here,” Marilyn mused as she entered her office, finding solace in the familiar surroundings.

*Knock, knock.*

“Come in,” Marilyn called out, expecting a visitor.

“Senior, I knew you’d be here. I just found out about your arrival from an article,” Drake Hardnet, her junior Hunter, greeted her, as if he had anticipated her presence.

Marilyn mustered a small smile. “Let’s unpack and then go eat something.”

“Searching for food the moment you arrive?” Drake teased playfully.

“Do you even know how much I miss the food here when I’m abroad?” Marilyn replied, a touch of nostalgia in her voice.

“I do. I’m an S-class Hunter now, after all. But I can’t today, as I was called in for a measurement,” Drake explained.

Marilyn nodded, understanding the importance of the scarecrow measurement in evaluating academy students. Manipulation attempts were common among the students, and having a hunter of at least S-class present was crucial to prevent such schemes from succeeding. As the former student council president, Marilyn was well aware of the need for vigilance.

“Very well. Good luck with your measurement,” Marilyn said, her voice filled with confidence.

“Thank you, Senior,” Drake replied, grateful for her support.

As Marilyn settled into her office, her thoughts drifted to the challenges and responsibilities that awaited her. She knew that, as an SS-class Hunter, her journey was far from over. But for now, she would find solace in the familiar halls of Acadia Academy, a place that heldcherished memories and a sense of belonging.

“No matter how discontented you look, there’s nothing that can be done,” Drake remarked, observing his senior, Marilyn, who appeared visibly dissatisfied.

Marilyn sighed, her expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. “Is there anyone as capable as Kyelli?” she mused, referring to a renowned Hunter known for his exceptional skills.

Drake shrugged. “Well, I’m not sure. I was merely invited as a guest, so this is my first time here.”

Marilyn nodded, understanding his perspective. “You must be having a tough time,” she commented, empathizing with the pressures he faced as a student.

Drake’s gaze focused on Marilyn, his eyes filled with admiration. “Didn’t you, my senior, endure far more than I did? You’ve come from a different land after subduing an S-class magical beast.”

Marilyn smiled, appreciating his words. “But I’ve already clocked out,” she replied, implying that her most challenging adventures were behind her.

Drake fell silent, recognizing the truth in her statement. “Good luck, then!” he offered, wishing her well in her future endeavors.

“Don’t bother waiting. It won’t end until nightfall,” Marilyn warned, aware of the time-consuming nature of Drake’s task.

“I won’t wait. I just plan to see Kyelli’s face during lunch,” Drake quipped, his excitement evident.

Marilyn chuckled softly. “Alright.”

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