The F-Rank Guild Master Has Too Much Money Chapter 11

 

An Bom’s mouth fell open. What’s she so surprised about?

 

Didn’t she just find out I’m rich?

 

Or… maybe she still hasn’t put it together?

 

“Ji Yeon-woo-nim.”

 

“Hearing you call me that gives me chills. Just call me Yeon-woo.”

 

“Then… Yeon-woo-nim?”

 

“…Actually, on second thought, ‘Guild Master’ sounds better.”

 

The gumiho nodded in agreement.

 

“Guild Master, are you… a gold spoon?”

T/N: “Gold spoon” refers to someone born wealthy.

 

A gold spoon, huh? Well, I wasn’t born rich—guess that makes me self-made.

 

“No. I earned my wealth myself.”

 

“How much money have you even made…?”

 

“I’m going to make even more. Once we’ve picked a guild office, I’ll let you know. Until then, just relax.”

 

“Can’t we come with you?”

 

An Bom raised her hand slightly. The gumiho also raised hers, as if to say she wanted to come too.

 

“If we go together, we might even find a better building. Let’s all go.”

 

An Bom linked her arm through mine, and the gumiho took my other arm.

 

“Yeah. There’s a saying: many hands make light work. Let’s go together.”

 

There was no way my F-rank physique could shake off a physically strong non-human and an A-rank healer.

 

Fine. Let’s go. It’d be boring alone anyway—might as well see how this plays out.

 

“Do you two even know where we’re going?”

 

“Nope!”

 

“I don’t either!”

 

“Then if you’re coming with me, just let me go for now. Taxi!”

 

I flagged down a cab and took them both to Myeongdong.

 

Myeongdong hadn’t taken much damage from dungeon waves, aside from the initial shock.

 

That was thanks to me clearing the dungeon early.

 

Usually, serious damage happens the day after a dungeon appears.

 

Sometimes it’s just ground subsidence or poisonous gases. In the worst cases, monsters come pouring out.

 

That’s why high-rank hunters in big guilds get first priority when a dungeon shows up.

 

It was also why the Kyunghee Guild had been stationed in front of the A-rank dungeon.

 

Many people had fled the area—most real estate offices were closed.

 

We went deeper into the neighborhood near the “Ant Nest” dungeon until we finally found one still open.

 

“We’re here to buy a building,” I said.

 

“A… building?”

 

The agent’s eyes went wide.

 

Well, of course they’d be shocked. Buying a building when the market’s at rock bottom?

 

Those lands and buildings would be worth ten times more later—they just didn’t know it yet.

 

Tsk, tsk.

 

Clicking my tongue inwardly, I sat down on the sofa with the two women. The agent, worried I might change my mind, hurriedly brought over a stack of documents.

 

It was too heavy to lift with one hand—they needed both just to carry it. The stack was full of properties marked for urgent sale.

 

As expected, the closer they were to the Ant Nest, the cheaper they got.

 

“Could you two check for any buildings at least six floors tall that also have residential space?” I asked.

 

“Residential?”

 

“Yes. I’m going to make the top floor my home.”

 

All three of them, including the agent, nodded.

 

I started by picking out land and buildings in areas where I knew dungeons would eventually appear.

 

The guild that owns the land where a dungeon spawns gets first rights to purchase it, and if they clear it successfully, the dungeon becomes their permanent property.

 

There were two dungeons I absolutely couldn’t let anyone else have—they’d be a huge loss.

 

Luckily, the land and buildings for both were currently for sale.

 

I threw in the surrounding buildings for good measure, ending up with six properties total, then went back to looking for the perfect guild headquarters.

 

But nothing really jumped out at me.

 

What I wanted was something close to the Ant Nest, at least six floors high, with living space included.

 

“Why six floors?” An Bom asked as she flipped through documents with the gumiho.

 

Why?

 

“I like a good view,” I said.

 

After living in a basement room, I hardly ever saw the sky. While working, I never had the time to look up.

 

Once, just before my regression, I was hauling bricks at a construction site. On a whim, I looked up—and saw the sky.

 

The sunset I hadn’t laid eyes on in so long was so breathtaking that I teared up without even realizing it.

 

From that day on, I made a promise to myself: if I ever moved again—or somehow hit the jackpot—I’d choose a place with a great view.

 

“In that case, wouldn’t a high-rise be better?” the gumiho asked.

 

I wagged my finger at her. I’d done my homework.

 

“High-rises don’t allow residential use.”

 

Besides, if I wanted to gather people, the guild headquarters needed to be impressive.

 

Most guild leaders were at least A-rank, often S-rank. Their sheer strength alone gave the guild prestige.

 

And I had no intention of becoming a mere figurehead like in some guilds.

 

If I was going to start this, I’d see it through to the end.

 

And what I couldn’t do with strength, I’d make up for with money: no house? Give them a room. No cash? Hand it over. No gear? Supply it.

 

That’s how you make sure an F-rank guild master doesn’t get looked down on.

 

“How about this one?” the agent asked, handing me a file. A seven-story building with two basement floors, residential use allowed, close to the Ant Nest… but—

 

“This one’s too old,” An Bom cut in immediately.

 

Old buildings meant drafts in winter and sky-high heating costs. No reason to throw money away unnecessarily.

 

And the building’s appearance mattered—it would shape the guild’s image. If we were buying, we might as well choose something we could be proud of.

 

“What about this one?” The gumiho slid over another listing. It was closer to Namsan Tower than the Ant Nest.

 

I shook my head. She set it down, looking a little disappointed.

 

“And this?” An Bom held up a third file. This one was at a reasonable distance from the Ant Nest.

 

It had three basement floors with a warehouse, but only six floors above ground. However, the glass walls were a concern for residential use—perhaps even a bit troublesome.

 

“Let’s set that aside for now.”

 

The promising ones were placed in the middle of the table. As the pile of documents shrank, so did the list of candidates.

 

Only five remained, and none of them truly stood out.

 

“You’ve roughly decided on the guild name, but you’re picky about the building,” the gumiho teased. 

 

I laughed.

 

“This will be the guild’s foundation. I’m not planning to move.”

 

“That’s true.”

 

Sure, famous guilds sometimes relocated when the government asked, but I wanted to put down roots. Constant moving wasted money and caused headaches for everyone.

 

If this was going to be my base until the day I died, of course I had high standards.

 

In fact… maybe it’d be better to just tear the whole thing down and rebuild.

 

Wouldn’t that be better than settling for something merely acceptable?

 

Yes—if I want to keep hunters under my wing, a normal building won’t do.

 

If that’s the case—start from scratch.

 

From the remaining options, I searched for a plot near both the Ant Nest and the two future dungeons, with enough space for a large build. There was only one match:

 

The New World Department Store’s main branch.

 

I couldn’t believe they’d give up their flagship building.

 

And yet, here I was about to buy the land it stood on.

 

I gathered the paperwork for the six previously chosen properties, plus the one for the future guild HQ, and handed them to the agent.

 

“I’ll take these. For the New World site—tell them I’m demolishing it. The price of the building doesn’t matter.”

 

“…You’re demolishing it?”

 

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“What?”

 

The two women’s eyes went wide.

 

“Yes. I think it’s better to build from scratch. These days, a building goes up in less than a week.”

 

“That’s true, but…”

 

“Do you know any architectural firms?”

 

“Yes. I can introduce you.”

 

The agent’s smile stretched from ear to ear. With commissions from both the building sale and the architectural firm, a hefty profit was in store—so naturally, they were delighted.

 

“When can we finalize the contract?”

 

“The sooner, the better. Especially for the New World site—I need that building up quickly.”

 

“In that case, let’s visit the architectural firm upstairs first. I’ll have the paperwork ready immediately.”

 

* * *

 

The architectural firm the agent led me to was located just one floor above.

 

Since the real estate agent was older, I assumed the architect would be as well—but instead, it was a young woman.

 

And she happened to be a B-rank hunter specializing in architecture.

 

“I heard over the phone you want to demolish the New World Department Store and build a new structure?”

 

“Yes. I’m not looking for an artistic design. The basement should have parking, a cafeteria, and a training gym. The first floor will be a lobby, the second a gym, the third an armory, the fourth offices, and floors five through seven will be dormitories. The eighth floor will be my residence.”

 

“Will you be using standard construction materials?”

 

“No. Since this is for a Hunter guild, please use dungeon by-products.”

 

The architect, dressed in a suit, adjusted her glasses, picked up a pen and paper, and began sketching.

 

Within minutes, she had drawn an entire building and its surroundings—complete with a fountain and a small park with trees.

 

‘I told her not to make it artistic, and yet it turned out to be a work of art.’

 

“What about the dormitories?”

 

“Make them 20-pyeong studio apartments, with elevators as standard. Remove the fountain and park pathways; just make it a simple building.”

 

“Understood. I’ll design the eighth floor so that only authorized people can enter via teleportation.”

 

“Perfect, thank you. If either of you have any additional requests, please feel free to mention them.”

 

Before I could finish, An Bom and Gumiho started suggesting features—glass walls for the office, safety improvements for the dormitory, and additions for the lobby.”

 

“Architect, I want this done quickly, even if it costs more.”

 

The architect pushed up her glasses.

 

“If speed is the priority, I can finish within four days.”

 

“And no shoddy work, right?”

 

“What do you take me for? I build structures meant to last a hundred years—I stake my life on it.”

 

“Then please proceed as such. I’ll head downstairs to finalize the contract. You two can continue discussing details and come down when you’re done.”

 

I paid the deposit and interim payment, then returned to the real estate office, where the paperwork was already prepared.

 

They had hurried so much that the lawyers handling the transaction were already waiting in line.

 

“Please have a seat. Here’s the certified copy of the registry and the building ledger.”

 

Drawing on memories from my previous life—when I had purchased buildings on behalf of my former boss—I completed the contract smoothly.

 

The plots including six buildings and the main branch of the New World Department Store were now mine.

 

“We’ll redo the registration. Provide your address, and we’ll send the updated certificate right away.”

 

After giving them the hotel name and room number, I transferred the funds by phone—65,080,000,000 won.

 

An unimaginable amount in my former life, but now, having earned hundreds of billions, it felt trivial.

 

“Thank you for the excellent deal.”

 

* * *

 

“Guild Master, you’ve got mail.”

 

True to the architect’s confident promise, the guild building was completed in just four days.

 

A cylindrical structure with walls made from dungeon glass—except for the dormitory floors and the eighth floor—it served as both the guild office and dormitory.

 

The building perfectly reflected not only my requirements but also those of An Bom and Gumiho.

 

Once construction, interior design, appliances, and furnishings were all in place, An Bom and Gumiho moved out of their rented rooms and into the dormitory.

 

Finally, the eagerly awaited government registration arrived.