[Title: Word is, Fake Saw didn’t even use silver-light grass?]
Fr?
[Comments]
– Fr. They ran a compound analysis and said there was no silver-light grass.
What the fuck, are they crazy? Are they crazy? Are they crazy?
– Then what did they use?
Dunno.
– Is Fake Saw just a genius or what?
Yeah.
Why did the world give birth to me... and also Fake Saw, Jurim, Gidan, Shin Nayeon, and Chun Gyuri?!
Why’d you leave out Gu Shinhoo lmaooo
No one’s jealous of Old Shinhoo anyway lol
– Here’s proof the distributors are holding back silver-light grass on purpose: http://o.djys.com
[Title: Those distributor bastards are so fucked]
They were just waiting to jack the price during all this chaos...
And then Big Bro Fake Saw came in and shredded the whole fuckin’ game, amirite? >>hurk~~~
[Comments]
– Real talk, we were about to get our wallets drained by potion prices
– My chest... it’s soaring~
– Fake Saw, my love, my light, my darkness, my life, my joy, my sorrow, my peace, my soul... Fake Saw... me
– Here’s proof the distributors are holding back silver-light grass on purpose: http://o.djys.com
[Title: Is it true Fake Saw’s in Hyeonak?]
If it’s “H Guild,” they basically dropped the name.
[Comments]
– Nah it’s a rumor~~ Our bro would never join some bastard guild like that. Our bro’s a hikikomori, he can’t even show his face outside. His mom brings him food to his room, so he can’t be in a guild lol
Wow that’s oddly specific for a fantasy
Fake Saw stans, quit projecting your weird-ass dreams onto your “bro”!
But what if... he just signed up online with one-click from his room?
Fuck’s sake, I wanna one-click join Hyeonak too lol
– Please just let it be anyone but Hyeonak. If it’s them, HUNBUNGs might actually fucking die from jealousy. Either take me into Hyeonak too or make it someone else!
Morals? Never heard of them.
[Title: If Fake Saw really is in Hyeonak?]
If Big Bro Fake Saw’s in Hyeonak, then I am Hyeonak. We are one. I kneel.
Still fuck Hyeonak though. Downvote.
[Comments]
– Tough call.
– If you downvote, don’t drink our bro’s potions.
Inside the Hyeonak Guild Management Team Office.
“Is it true Fake Saw’s in our guild?”
From beyond the blinds, a staff member stared out the window and posed the question. Seol Yeo-jin took a sip of her coffee and frowned.
She, too, pulled back the blinds to see the swarm of reporters camped outside the headquarters.
It had already been several days of this mess.
Ever since it was revealed that Anonymous Santa’s potions had been stored in Hyeonak’s supply room, and that Anonymous Santa had used Hyeonak’s notepaper... rumors had erupted.
Everyone was treating it as basically confirmed that Fake Saw was affiliated with Hyeonak.
Even on her way into work that morning, Seol Yeo-jin had been bombarded with interview requests. She let out a deep sigh.
“Who supposedly reawakened all of a sudden?”
“No idea. Could just be one of those hidden-strength types that are trendy right now.”
“Why the hell would anyone do that? Instead of building their career with better PR?”
“C’mon. Hunters are full of weirdos.”
“Mmm.”
Even Seol Yeo-jin couldn’t argue with that. Having worked at Hyeonak, it was hard to deny that Hunters were, well... unusual.
Then, the staffer suddenly grinned as if recalling something funny.
“You know what’s hilarious? There’s a rumor that the Santa is actually the Guildmaster.”
Jesus Christ. Seol Yeo-jin wrinkled her nose.
“What kind of life do you live that you think the Guildmaster would do something that cute and whimsical?”
“I mean—I don’t think that either! But it’s more like... if it’s On Jurim, it wouldn’t be that weird if he made the potions himself just to avoid the hassle.”
“He might brew the potions, but he sure as hell wouldn’t pretend to be Santa.”
“Okay, yeah, fair... But he’s a daughter simp now. Why wouldn’t he go full Santa at this point?”
Seol Yeo-jin snorted softly.
That paparazzi photo did wonders for On Jurim’s image. The PR team even joked about sending a thank-you plaque to the photographer.
“I still don’t buy it’s the Guildmaster. I’m leaning toward Amakusa. They love the Guildmaster like crazy. Probably donated a whole stash of potions while restocking our supply closet.”
The staffer didn’t seem totally convinced by her theory, but didn’t argue either.
If it was Amakusa—the world’s only living S-rank crafter—it wouldn’t be surprising if they used some mysterious recipe to make potions without silver-light grass and distribute them in bulk.
They’d also never shut up about how much they admired On Jurim in every media appearance.
“Mmm, whether it’s the Guildmaster or not, I just hope Santa’s part of Hyeonak. Makes me feel more loyal to the company.”
“That’s what makes you feel loyal?”
“Sure! They’re literally a national hero.”
“The Guildmaster’s a national hero too.”
“Well, you can never have too many heroes, right?”
Grinning, the staffer suddenly peered behind Seol Yeo-jin.
“Wait, where are the kids? I brought presents for Guru.”
“Oh—hand them here. I’ll drop them off all together. Dani’s in the raid office, and Guru and Serhi got summoned by the ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) Guildmaster.”
“Summoned?”
Seol Yeo-jin shrugged. She didn’t know the reason either.
Jurim turned off his phone, which hadn’t stopped ringing all morning. Whatever the call was about, he already knew what they were going to ask.
“Is it true Fake Saw’s in Hyeonak?”
That same damn question, over and over again for days.
Sighing, he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, and looked down.
Kneeling side-by-side in front of him were Guru and Serhi.
He’d let his guard down.
Guru was so young that he kept forgetting she was an L-Rank skill holder.
He’d thought she’d just sell a few potions like last time, so he’d allowed it. Never expected she’d go this big.
He’d been so busy lately, the news had taken too long to reach him.
When he first heard hospitals were receiving syrup-type potions, he’d been stunned.
He’d desperately hoped it was some copycat mimicking Fake Saw.
But hope was just that—hope.
When Jurim let out a long sigh, Guru instinctively lowered her head.
“Gwuu sowwy...”
But unlike the kid beside him, Serhi kept his chin defiantly raised and said with attitude,
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You didn’t?”
When Jurim repeated the question, Serhi huffed and looked away.
“I just helped. Guru asked me to, so I did.”
The assistant Guru had chosen was none other than Serhi.
[Made of Dirt and Ash] was the perfect skill for anonymous deliveries.
He hadn’t thought much of it when she asked, and since they were donating potions to hospitals, it was a good cause.
His mannequins had acted like delivery drivers, carrying boxes of potions all over.
Narrowing his eyes at the rebellion, Jurim glanced at Guru, who peeked up at Serhi.
“Oppaw, just say sowwy.”
“Why should I? We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Gwuu dunno. When Oppaw gets mad, yoo just say sowwy an’ fix it.”
Jurim massaged the bridge of his nose like he was on the brink of despair.
Serhi hissed under his breath at Guru.
“If you didn’t do anything wrong, don’t bow your head. Be strong.”
“Stwong...?”
Is dat twue? Sounds kinda twue...?
As Guru started getting swayed, Jurim frowned slightly.
Gidan at least knew how to read the room and back down. But this one was teaching the kid how to rebel.
I brought in a damn tiger cub.
With a tilt of his head, Jurim gave the order.
“Serhi. Out.”
Guru flinched in shock as Serhi scooted forward on his knees and blocked her.
“Why me? Why do I have to leave?”
Staring into the rebellious boy’s eyes as he stood protectively in front of Guru, Jurim calmly picked up his phone.
Guess I have no choice.
“Should I call Team Leader Jin?”
At that, Serhi flinched and began standing up awkwardly.
“Wh-Why?! Why are you suddenly calling him?!”
“You said you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jurim casually tapped Jin’s contact. Serhi immediately started backing away.
“I’m going! I’m going, okay?!”
Guru rolled her eyes as Serhi darted out of the office.
Serhi was still avoiding Jin Siwon.
Even though Jin had visited Hyeonak a few times, Serhi always found some way to escape.
’Cause of da Gnosis ting, maybe. Scawy bloody mistuh...
That guy was terrifying, drenched in blood and all.
“Hanguru.”
Eep!
Guru flinched at the low voice.

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