The F-Rank Guild Master Has Too Much Money Chapter 13

 

Fortunately, the clover field wasn’t large—small enough that the two of us could search it thoroughly in about an hour.

 

“Four-leaf clover?”

 

“Yes. It’s the most important one.”

 

“An item?”

 

“Not just any item.”

 

An Bom gave me a puzzled look, then crouched down to start searching.

 

I dispersed the hurricane and crouched down on the opposite side.

 

In a field overflowing with three-leaf clovers, finding a four-leaf one was like searching for a needle in a haystack. But giving up wasn’t an option.

 

I had no idea how much time had passed—long enough that it felt like my eyes might pop out—when An Bom suddenly shouted,

 

“Here!!”

 

I shot to my feet and hurried over. She was standing at the edge of the field.

 

There it was, hidden among a thick patch of three-leaf clovers—so well-camouflaged that anyone not looking closely would have missed it.

 

“This is it, right?”

 

“Yes! Just a moment.”

 

I pulled a dagger from my inventory and drove it into the ground where the four-leaf clover grew.

 

“Aren’t you going to pull it out?”

 

“No.”

 

When I dug up the ground where the clovers grew, I found that unlike the three-leaf ones, the four-leaf clover still had its roots intact in the red soil.

 

‘Found it. Lucky.’

 

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Ooh, something’s coming out! Ooh!

 

I brushed the dirt from my dagger and summoned a gust of wind.

 

A small hurricane—sharp as an awl but no bigger than my palm—descended onto the red soil, drilling downward.

 

The once-transparent wind gradually took on the red hue of the dirt. As it spun faster and dug deeper, the four-leaf clover’s roots held firm—neither uprooted nor broken.

 

Then—I caught a glimmer of something.

 

I waved my hand, sending the wind off to the side, and gently brushed away the remaining soil. There it was—a large box, tightly entwined in the four-leaf clover’s roots.

 

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Huh? A box? Is this… a treasure hunt?

 

“What is that?”

 

I didn’t answer, simply pulling it free with a burst of wind.

 

Under the sunlight, the silver box gleamed. I opened the lid to reveal a pile of small, round, matte-black beads.

 

“What is it?” An Bom asked again.

 

“Amandatium.”

 

“Ah! Amandatium… Wait—Amandatium?!”

 

Stronger than diamond, immune to magic, and as light as a feather.

 

Any Hunter would kill for it, but it usually appeared only in trace amounts in SS-rank dungeons guarded by dangerous bosses. Who would have guessed a stash lay buried under a B-rank dungeon?

 

“I only dug the clover out by the roots because I wanted to give it to my daughter. Who knew those roots were holding an Amandatium chest?”

 

If I could, I’d go back and kiss the feet of my former boss from my past life who told me about this.

 

At least 5 billion won apiece.

 

Since this was a government-controlled dungeon, the taxes would be steep—but the real value wasn’t the money. It was the fact that we now had top-grade crafting material for our guild.

 

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Everything was here. Even Amandatium—the mineral of the gods.

 

“This… this is all Amandatium?”

 

“Yes. You’ve hit the jackpot, An Bom.”

 

She just stood there, staring at the gleaming beads, speechless.

 

I opened my inventory and stored them away.

 

Thanks to their featherlight weight, it was effortless.

 

Even without counting, the system tallied the moment they entered my inventory—exactly one hundred pieces.

 

“Fifty-fifty split?”

 

“What? I didn’t even do anything. Why would I get half?”

 

“You healed me, remember?”

 

“But you took down all the monsters and found this too.”

 

“And you found the four-leaf clover.”

 

“But still—”

 

“Let’s get out of the dungeon first. We’ll talk after.”

 

At that, An Bom nodded and got to her feet.

 

I tossed aside the empty box, stood, and started toward the dungeon exit.

 

Past the clover field—apparently the boundary—no more rabbits emerged from the thickets.

 

We strolled down a sunlit path, and before long, the glowing gate marking the dungeon’s end came into view.

 

“Guess that’s the last of the mobs.”

 

“Yeah. It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

 

“Told you not to worry.”

 

“You were right. I worried for nothing.”

 

We were chatting idly when something near the gate caught my eye—a cluster of small, white lumps.

 

“Rabbits?”

 

No, far too small.

 

They were about the size of An Bom’s fist and squirming.

 

“Mice?”

 

“Mice?”

 

At her question, I squinted. Tiny pink ears, no bigger than my fingernail, poked out from the fur—just like the hamster my landlord’s daughter used to keep.

 

“They’re not going to… get bigger, are they?”

 

“There’s always a size limit… relatively speaking—”

 

Squeak.

 

Perhaps they’d heard us, because the little furballs turned toward us.

 

Dozens of beady black eyes, set in white fur, locked onto us. A chill ran down my spine.

 

Then, one of them lunged at another.

 

Before the victim could even resist, its attacker bit into the back of its neck, killing it instantly—then began to eat it.

 

“What… what is it doing?”

 

That seemed to be the trigger. The others exploded into a frenzy, attacking and killing each other, devouring the fallen.

 

One furball, having eaten another its own size, swelled—its body expanding exactly by the amount it had consumed.

 

Now bigger, it turned on another and devoured it whole.

 

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Ew, what the hell? That’s disgusting.

 

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I get it! The more they eat, the bigger they get! You have to kill them before they grow any more!

 

“Ugh.”

 

An Bom clapped a hand over her mouth and gagged at the sight of the massacre. The white fur made the red blood around their mouths all the more jarring.

 

In moments, their numbers had dropped sharply. The survivors had grown larger than the rabbit monsters from before—and now, only two remained.

 

“Once they finish eating…”

 

“We can’t let them.”

 

If even one survived, it could grow far beyond what we could handle.

 

There was still a chance I might collapse, which would put An Bom in danger.

 

I reached out—not for a gentle breeze this time, but for a massive hurricane right from the start.

 

The strain made my heart throb painfully. With my free hand, I reached toward An Bom, who was still retching.

 

“Please heal me.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Warmth from An Bom’s magic spread through me, the ache in my chest easing away.

 

As expected of a healer. Nice.

 

Grinning, I conjured a second hurricane.

 

If I targeted just one, the other might rush us, so it was better to take both out at once.

 

The two hurricanes grew larger and hurtled straight toward the furballs.

 

“Close your eyes, An Bom. Don’t open them.”

 

This wasn’t the time for finesse. Unlike the rabbit monsters, there was no visible neck to slice through with wind.

 

“Kee-eeek!!”

 

The furballs, which had been mauling each other moments ago, turned their glare on me.

 

“Let’s finish this fast and go home!”

 

Before I’d even finished speaking, the hurricanes’ winds sharpened into blades.

 

The monsters seemed to realize the danger and tried to rush at me—but the blades tore into them.

 

“Kee-eeek!!”

 

They shrieked, a grotesque sound somewhere between a rabbit and a rat.

 

First their rat-like arms shredded; then, wounds split open beneath their fur.

 

In a desperate bid to escape the massive winds, they bolted—only to hit the dungeon’s end where the gate stood, with nowhere left to run.

 

I stepped to An Bom and gently covered her ears.

 

No one needed to hear the sounds that followed.

 

The tearing of muscle, the splintering of bone—then only the howl of the wind.

 

By the time it was over, the gate’s surroundings were nothing but a sea of blood.

 

“Tch.”

 

Clicking my tongue, I took An Bom’s hand.

 

“Don’t open your eyes. Keep them closed.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Lifting her with a cushion of wind, I wrapped the same around my feet to avoid stepping in the blood.

 

From the shredded remains, I pulled out a glinting ring with the wind. Then, stepping onto the gate, we were engulfed in a burst of light.

 

“You can open your eyes now.”

 

I set her down carefully and walked over to a government Hunter, handing him the ring.

 

“Twenty-seven minutes, thirty-four seconds. Yeon Guild raid successfully completed.”

 

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If it hadn’t been for the adamantium, you could’ve done it in under ten minutes. A shame.

 

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Dungeons are so much fun! You should do them more often.

 

‘If I ran five more in a row, I’d probably die, though.’

 

Twenty-seven minutes—neither especially fast nor slow.

 

Satisfied, I nodded as the man handed me a form.

 

“Please list the by-products you obtained.”

 

I wrote down today’s spoils—rabbit hides and the amount of amandatium—and passed it back. His previously bored expression shifted into surprise.

 

“A–amandatium?”

 

“Yes. I have a hobby of collecting four-leaf clovers. While gathering them, I happened to find a box containing amandatium.”

 

I slipped in a small lie as I spoke, while An Bom still looked dazed.

 

“An Bom?”

 

“Y-Yes?”

 

“Are you alright?”

 

“Yes, I’m fine.”

 

Whether it was the shock of facing the boss monster or the surprisingly easy dungeon clear, she seemed completely out of it.

 

Clicking my tongue, I excused myself to the staff, called a taxi, and sent her home first.

 

“Go get some rest.”

 

“But… wouldn’t it be better if I stayed with you…?”

 

“I just need to consign today’s loot to the Hunter Association auction—nothing else to do. I’m sure Gumiho’s worried, so go rest.”

 

At the mention of Gumiho, she nodded and agreed.

 

Once she was gone, I turned back to the staff member, who was mid-phone call with the Hunter Association.

 

When he hung up, his eyes widened.

 

“T-The Hunter Association is on their way right now!!”

 

Well, of course. Amandatium isn’t something you just stumble across.

 

In this country, it’s practically nonexistent as a by-product—no wonder they’re worked up.

 

I gave a small nod, and the staff member hurriedly dragged over the chair he’d been sitting in, gesturing for me to take it.

 

“Please, have a seat while you wait!”

 

“No, that’s not necessary.”

 

“You’re a VIP client of the Association—I can’t have you standing! They’ll be here any minute!”

 

Oh my, did they really have to expose that I’m a VIP? Whatever happened to anonymity?