God-Tier Enhancement: My Upgrades Never Fail-Chapter 99: Episode 20 _ The Sin of Loving More(2)

3.

The chaos currently unfolding in the Gloomy Forest was transmitted straight to Han Simin’s ears through the guild chat.

Usually, he kept the guild chat turned off, but after ripping off the Kenji Guild and watching them grind their teeth as they went back in, he opened it. He anticipated some inexplicable, sweet entertainment.

His prediction was spot on.

“Ugh! Seolah! Left!”

“Fireball!”

“Hyeonsu! Watch the front! Back too! Above too! What is this madness!”

“...How am I supposed to block all of this alone?”

“You have to block it! I’m gonna die! Aaaargh!”

The Specialists’ suffering was conveyed vividly in the guild chat.

Han Simin, sitting comfortably and sipping juice, enjoyed it.

’As expected, the suffering of others is my joy.’

The competition was about to intensify in earnest.

No matter how much the Kenji Guild had been harassed by the Specialists—or rather, by Han Simin—they were still rumored to be the number one guild in Fantastic World. The financial power and manpower mobilization Kenji possessed were overwhelming forces that could turn those rumors into reality.

The standoff between the Specialists and the Kenji Guild!

His heart leaned toward the Specialists, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t looking forward to the outcome.

Who would win?

“Oof.”

Either way, both were precious suckers to Han Simin.

If he had to choose one side, it would naturally be the Specialists, but still.

“Aaaargh! Seolah, let’s bounce. This isn’t doable yet.”

“Tch. I thought we could handle it ourselves.”

“Anyway, you really have to hand it to Seolah. You don’t look like it, but how do you always do things that fit my taste so perfectly? Seolah, want to marry me?”

“Sorry, but I like men.”

“Ey, Seolah. Men, women, it’s all the same when you turn off the lights.”

“Gross.”

“Hehe.”

’Or maybe not. Do I not need to worry?’

To think they could exchange such leisurely conversation in the midst of that chaos.

They really were amazing.

He had to acknowledge that.

Nodding his head, he stood up from his seat.

In the end, Han Simin’s position was simply to eat popcorn.

Whether a fight broke out in the Gloomy Forest or not, the more intense the conflict became, the more the arms dealer would profit!

“I should just focus on raising Squeaker.”

“Squeak!”

The leather armor auction wasn’t far off.

At the very least, he should be able to grow this little bird enough to flap its wings and fly around.

With anticipation, he began feeding it gold.

First, 100 gold.

“Squeak!”

[You have acquired Gold Points (100).]

[Activating Gold Growth (SS).]

[+15 Golden Hatchling has leveled up.]

[+15 Golden Hatchling has acquired Stat Points (10).]

After reaching level 20, he swallowed hard and cautiously held out 500 gold.

’Please.’

Tell me it’s not one level up per 500 gold.

Tell me confidently that it actually levels up with just 200 gold!

“Kyu!”

[You have acquired Gold Points (500).]

[Activating Gold Growth (SS).]

[+15 Golden Hatchling has leveled up.]

[+15 Golden Hatchling has acquired Stat Points (10).]

He was too stunned to speak.

Right, it was a vain dream.

What more could he expect?

Han Simin let out a hollow laugh and reached for more gold, but his hand paused.

He had discovered something while looking at the Golden Hatchling’s information.

“200 points remain?”

News that brought a sigh of relief!

He thought he would need 5,000 gold to reach level 30, so why was he so happy about saving 2,000 gold?

Even knowing it would all eventually go into this guy’s mouth.

“Screeeech!”

“Phew.”

He fed it the remaining 100 gold to reach level 22, then fed it 300 gold at a time until it hit level 30.

At the same time, he stared at Squeaker with expectant eyes.

It was about time for some kind of change.

His instinctive gut feeling was telling him so.

And looking at the pattern, the time had come.

It had eaten a whopping 3,200 gold.

’Change. Change. Change.’

He didn’t know how the evolution would happen, but Han Simin’s desire, which had already materialized a massive dragon in his mind through his gaze alone, reached the heavens.

“Squeak!”

[+15 Golden Hatchling satisfies the conditions for the 1st Evolution.] 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

[The 1st Evolution begins.]

“...!”

A brilliant golden light, as if revealing its true identity, erupted from the Golden Hatchling’s body and engulfed the world.

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Four factions were divided across four regions of the Gloomy Forest, attempting raids.

Of course, nominally, they claimed to be searching for the named monster, but in reality, they had already found it!

Informing others was the standard procedure, but no one kept such promises.

’Let’s just hit it and see!’

Aside from the named monster’s level, knowing its weaknesses, patterns, health pool, and attack power would allow them to secure a slightly more advantageous position if they had to raid it as a group later.

So, knowingly or unknowingly, everyone was in the middle of attempting the named monster.

Though not a single team had succeeded.

Into such a forest, Han Simin appeared.

The southeast side of the forest.

A clean zone without the Specialists or the Kenji Guild.

A place where the top 0.1% of players flocked.

“Wow. This forest really has a lot of people now.”

Han Simin, who had ended up here somehow, muttered nonchalantly.

Even before acquiring his new armor, he hadn’t been pushed back when facing tigers.

With the Gold Dragon’s buff, new armor, levels, and everything else.

What was there for a decked-out Han Simin to fear?

Besides, he had the rabbits and Squeaker.

“Right? Squeaker?”

“Squeak!”

Squeaker, perched on his shoulder, let out a pleasant cry.

Still a bird the size of a fist.

But Han Simin’s gaze at him was nothing short of loving.

Why?

“Go, Squeaker. You have to show them the gap in power one more time so they’ll feel like spending money again.”

“Screeeech!”

Look at Squeaker flapping his wings with confidence.

How could he not be proud?

The 1st Evolution had finished successfully.

And the first ability obtained!

“Squeaker Evolution!”

“Squeak!”

FLASH—

Light burst forth.

And emerging from within was a Golden Hawk of dignified size!

“Wow.”

Tears naturally obscured his vision.

It still wasn’t as big as he had imagined, nor did it look incredibly strong, but compared to when it was a fist-sized money pit that just ate gold, it had grown noticeably.

“Mount!”

“Kyu!”

Moreover, its back was broad enough for a person to ride comfortably.

The mount Han Simin had wanted so badly was finally ready!

’The money spent is beyond imagination, but...’

He didn’t even want to calculate it.

He had poured in all 7,000 gold he possessed, and the level only reached 33.

From level 30 onwards, it ate 1,000 gold per level. He couldn’t even imagine if this guy could ever hit level 100.

Of course, since entering the 30s, it gave 30 stat points per level, so he didn’t exactly have any complaints.

“Wow. What is that?”

“A hawk? Isn’t this place where moles spawn?”

“There’s a person riding it?”

“Whoa. It’s Simin.” Hyeonsu stated.

“What?” Seolah remarked.

“It really is? Wow. Fucking cool. Where do you get a hawk like that?”

He was also quite pleased that he was garnering admiration from people proportional to his investment.

The attention-seeker’s disposition buried deep within him began to slowly crawl out.

The hunting players stopped for a moment and stared in fascination.

They were struggling to catch even the minions, let alone the named monster, yet someone was leisurely flying through the sky riding a hawk.

They couldn’t help but be envious!

Is that all?

The group of rabbits following him in formation on the ground was the peak of admiration.

“Wow. I want to be a Tamer too.”

“Just heal.”

“Why? Looking at that, Tamer seems doable. I’m confident in spending some cash too. Leveling up would be the problem, though.”

Wouldn’t the charm of the Tamer unfolding before his eyes be worth enduring that?

So thought the immature Healer.

It was a natural misunderstanding.

The neat rabbits, hopping along in the armor Han Simin made, mercilessly biting, kicking, and killing the moles blocking their path, and then even collecting the corpses on their own—weren’t they the wannabe pets for any gamer?

Even in online games, you would have to invest a significant amount of cash items to get options like that.

“That’s because it’s that guy, you punk. Listen to other Tamers. I haven’t seen anyone properly leading ten monsters, let alone dozens like that. Plus, teaching monster AI takes a long time, and what if they die? Are you confident you can ignore your own gear to find materials to craft and dress your pets so they don’t die?”

The Healer was at a loss for words.

“And when the pet fights, if a passing monster hits it just once, it’ll be in critical condition. Phew. I can’t even imagine how much money you’d need to do it to that extent.”

The Healer, swayed by his companion’s words, nodded.

Hearing that, it made sense.

He recalled several complaints from Tamers he had seen while browsing the community.

A character that was neither here nor there—weaker defense than a healer, lower attack power than a dealer!

So, what does the tamed monster do for you?

Maybe later on, but in the early stages, the owner has to spoon-feed them.

But would players, who have to invest all their stats into Magic Power to maintain the mana for summoning pets, have the strength to carry them?

They’d be lucky if a monster didn’t sink its teeth into their frail bodies.

“...But that’s too different from the Tamer I knew. Damn.”

The sight of the named mole staggering after being body-slammed by the figure descending from high-altitude flight entered the players’ eyes.

The onlookers were speechless.

Silence filled the area.

4.

Level 33 Golden Hatchling.

Possessed Stat Points: 385.

The stat points per level, which increased geometrically as the level rose, were a factor that made him realize anew that this guy wasn’t just a bird that ate free food. Squeaker was no longer a little squeaker.

Relieved by that, Han Simin immediately distributed the stats.

“For a dragon, it has to be magic, right?”

The race of magic!

According to the Legendary Grand Mage, Dragon Speak and Multi-Casting were the privileges of dragons!

To maximize that efficiency, increasing Magic Power would be the right choice!

So his finger moved without an inch of hesitation.

[Strength (200) has increased.]

[Agility (185) has increased.]

Investment in physical stats without a shred of hesitation!

Han Simin rejected the right choice.

“Why bother educating this glutton?”

He had learned painfully from a young age that those who will succeed will succeed, and those who won’t, won’t.

What’s the point of sitting a kid down and forcing them to study to death if they don’t have the brains for it!

It’s just throwing hundreds of thousands of dollars into the air until they turn twenty.

If you used that money to set up a shop for them and told them to work, they’d do well.

Han Simin also planned to check the aptitude first if he ever had a child later.

And the Gold Dragon he judged was a physical type.

No, it had to be a physical type.

’You should be tanking and sweeping monsters quickly with the rabbits. What magic?’

If it claimed to use magic and demanded money for mana potions or whatever, it would give him a headache.

Hunting is about creating something from nothing; would it do to invest something to create a smaller something?

Since he was feeding Squeaker gold strictly for investment purposes, this might have been the obvious choice.

The result revealed itself satisfactorily for now.

THWACK!

“Skreee!”

Squeaker, having collided with the massive three-headed mole, let out a roar of victory!

Yes! That’s it!

“Go! Kill it!”

“Screeeech!”

The 1st Evolution Golden Dragon howled like a pet bird.

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