NBFF 43

“Hmm… This is what living like a normal person feels like.”

Oh Hyeonseong sprawled across the warm floor, rolling around lazily.

A pile of tangerines freshly harvested that morning sat on the table beside him as he flipped through a novel.

A novel, of all things.

It was a hobby he had never once even considered in his life, but he was finding it surprisingly enjoyable.

Watching the protagonist, the one and only Grade 25 Hunter, smash the skull of the American president for talking back to him was strangely satisfying.

“I should’ve tried something like this before retiring.”

Oh Hyeonseong chuckled and turned the page.

It wasn’t as though he had literally wanted to smash anyone’s skull, but there had been more than a few times when he had wanted to smack the foreheads of whining politicians.

Doing something like that in reality would only have caused all sorts…