[“This is Hyeonak.” On Jurim confirms anonymous awakened crafter belongs to Hyeonak Guild]
[Santa’s identity finally revealed! “Hyeonak”]
[Who is the anonymous Santa, ‘Jjapsso’? (Deep dive with Jin Jina)]
[Hyeonak’s momentum continues—guild-themed stocks skyrocket]
[On Jurim: “I just hope my daughter understands.” An unexpected softer side...]
[(Photo) On Jurim smiling warmly]
[(Photo) Chairman On Suhyeong proudly showing off his granddaughter at the company cafeteria]
[Is Hyeonak sheltering criminals? Netizens clash over alleged glorification controversy]
[Top Comments]
[Best] CXCX0812: Where’s all this “uproar” coming from? Is the reporter hallucinating?
[Best] yoonari91: This is why our press doesn’t progress—peddling fake news like this.
[Best] jjunijjuni: My family benefited from the donated potions. Reading articles like this just makes me sick. Meanwhile, corporate criminals get glorified all the time...
jukchangman: (This comment has been removed for violating platform policy.)
yoonari91: Maybe use your time for something that actually helps society?
greentea_ice: Next up, another basement keyboard warrior
jjunijjuni: Reported.
eco_dragon8585: Jjapsso’s ten times better than trolls like you??
Jurim crossed his legs as he took a seat, and the doctor greeted him with a gentle smile.
“Have you been well, Guildmaster On? You seem to be in a brighter mood than usual today. Something good at home, perhaps?”
Leaning on his hand, Jurim gave a small smirk.
“No need to fish for it. Yes, I adopted a child. It’s been joyful. Because of that.”
The doctor suddenly thought of the other S-Ranks in Hyeonak.
Gidan, Nayeon—they both smiled exactly like that when they talked about Guru.
Somehow, within the guild, Guru had become the heart of everyone’s stories.
“I’d love to meet her myself one day. Must be a very special little girl for everyone in Hyeonak to care about her so much.”
“Maybe someday.”
The way Jurim instinctively kept his daughter close and hidden was more than clear, and the doctor chuckled quietly.
She stood from her seat.
“Coffee?”
“No thanks. I haven’t been that tired lately.”
“Oh? That’s actually great to hear.”
She poured herself a cup and sat back down.
“Raising a child on your own must be tough. I’ve got two myself, and even with help, parenting takes so much out of you...”
Jurim cringed.
“Ugh... What’s tougher is when people keep telling me to start dating because raising a kid alone is too hard.”
It all began with that infamous paparazzi shot—Guru holding a bag of candy from the convenience store while being trailed by a swarm of reporters.
And just like that, he was labeled a “daughter-obsessed dad.”
That’s when the real headache started.
Suddenly, he was flooded with matchmaking offers from Chairman Nam—setups with corporate heirs, cherished daughters of noble families.
He tried turning them down by claiming to be just a washed-up single dad raising a kid.
The responses? Even more ridiculous.
Apparently, that made him even more desirable.
A once-untouchable elite now seemed relatable thanks to his new “loving father” persona.
Chairman Nam practically begged him to meet the long line of women who’d make great moms for Guru.
And not just that—offers came flooding in to join dating shows and even parenting reality TV.
“I didn’t even know dating shows were a thing. And why are there so many of them? I mean, why would I meet someone on TV? Why do they want me to bring an ex on the show?!”
Jurim ranted like he’d discovered some alien culture, and the doctor barely kept her laughter in.
He looked like a playboy, but in truth, he had the personality of a monk.
Now she kind of understood the “human side” people kept talking about. But if she said that out loud, he’d probably shudder again.
She steered the conversation back toward Guru.
“How’s Guru doing?”
Jurim paused, thoughtful.
“She’s brilliant.”
“That must make you proud. We all want our kids to grow up healthy... and if they’re exceptional, well, it’s hard not to be proud.”
“......”
Despite her light-hearted tone, Jurim’s expression stiffened. He tapped his fingers against his knee.
“I don’t know. Lately... I haven’t been entirely happy.”
“Oh? Did something happen?”
He rubbed his forehead, visibly uncomfortable.
“...I keep thinking about my brother.”
“Hunter On Ijo?”
“Yeah. Probably...”
He clasped his hands like a steeple.
His words were steady, but his hesitation and carefulness betrayed his unease.
“...Maybe I’m afraid she’ll end up like him.”
It was an uncharacteristically indirect way for On Jurim to express himself.
For someone so famously blunt—sometimes painfully so—it was jarring to see him so measured.
He was being extra cautious, not wanting her to follow in the footsteps of a brother who had simply been too gifted.
“When you say ‘end up like him’... you mean, his sacrifice?”
“Yeah. That.”
“I’m no Hunter, but Guildmaster On, you’re one of the strongest out there. Do you really believe a disaster on par with a Tower could happen again while you’re around?”
“No. That won’t happen. Not while I’m here.”
He answered without a second’s pause, in the calmest tone possible.
He was asked that question often.
And his answer was always the same:
As long as the Tower doesn’t return, it won’t happen again.
“Then I take it you’re thinking of a different kind of threat.”
“Maybe.”
Jurim smiled faintly, as if he knew something she didn’t.
His daughter was kind, gentle.
And from experience, Jurim knew—kindness could be lethal.
His brother had gambled everything to conquer the Tower.
But even before that, On Ijo’s life had been nothing but sacrifice.
Leaders wanted contingencies, and he had willingly agreed.
His warm, soft-hearted brother even volunteered to participate in the “experiments to preserve On Ijo’s power.”
It had been a joint project spearheaded by Korea and the United States, gathering top scientists from around the world.
Project Wilderness.
Their goal was to replicate On Ijo’s power before his death.
Only now did Jurim realize where all his unease stemmed from.
What he truly feared
...was watching his family sacrifice itself again.
Chapter: Filial Piety Deficiency
Guru had officially become a guild member!
Standing before the chug-chugging [Filial Piety Factory], she beamed with satisfaction.
After briefly halting due to becoming a “Bad Parachute,” the factory was once again churning out potions.
All of it was for Hyeonak’s supply lines.
After Jurim’s explosive interview, “Jjapsso” had made a successful debut within the guild.
Guru had eavesdropped on Jurim’s phone ringing nonstop all night—and apparently, even people inside Hyeonak were dying to know more about Jjapsso.
With excitement, anxiety, and joy all tangled up, Guru barely got a wink of sleep.
The next morning—
Wearing her bear onesie, she wheeled out her new newFourWheewBikePRO into the living room.
“...And where exactly do you think you’re going like that?”
— Gwuu is goin tu wowk.
“On the weekend?”
— Uh-huh!
Jurim quickly stepped in to stop the boldly dressed Guru, who looked ready to report for duty in full “Jjapsso mode.”
“No, no. You don’t have to go in.”
— But why not? Evewyone must be waitin for Gwuu.
He stripped her out of her suit and sat her gently on the couch.
“You can just craft the items and send them. That’s enough.”
“But...”
Guru wrung her hands together anxiously.
All she’d done at work so far was pedal her bike around, brag about being a parachute, or sit with her oppas learning the alphabet.
She’d finally thought she could do something real as a guild member.
Her lips wobbled with a rising wave of sadness, and Jurim pulled her into his arms and comforted her.
“The really important people never have to show up themselves.”
“Ooooh!”
And with that, the attempted office trip was over.
‘Gwuu is a weally big impowtant guildie!’
With a soft giggle curling her lips, Guru grinned from ear to ear.
‘Gwuu gonna make wots of potions an send em out!’
Would everyone like them?
While Guru waited excitedly for the potions to finish...
Doll Unit No. 3 slipped and nearly flung a ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) syrup bottle like a flopping fish.
“Ah!”
Guru rushed to catch both the bottle and No. 3’s arm, but Mephisto swooped in first, snatching No. 3 midair.
Now dangling in the air, No. 3 flailed its legs with a scowl.
“Pbit!”
Mephisto spun dramatically through the air and tossed No. 3, landing flawlessly.
“Ooooh!” Guru clapped excitedly.
Mephi flew to her shoulder and nuzzled her neck.
Guru giggled in return—until she noticed something strange.
“Um?”
Back at the factory, No. 3 was clutching an empty syrup bottle and floundering.
She checked the other levels. Units No. 1 and 2 were the same.
The conveyor belts had stopped. The syrup vats were bone dry.
The factory had halted?!
Panicking, Guru fiddled with the controls until a popup window appeared.
[Insufficient Filial Piety Points supplied!]
“Ah?”
Guru immediately opened her point bank.
[Available Withdrawal: 3 Filial Piety Points]
‘Onwy 3?!’
She’d emptied her account last time to level up a skill, and then used the rest to fuel potion production.
Now her piggy bank was completely drained.

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