I've Never Seen a Saint who can use Magic so Well-Chapter 128

It was another experience to add to the list.

As I organized my thoughts, I kept an eye on the dungeon’s surroundings while walking.

Before long, we encountered a horde of monsters sooner than I had anticipated.

"Front! Incoming!"

"Phew, they’re coming in hard right from the start!"

We hadn’t even gotten far from the entrance, and already monsters were surging toward us.

The tense hunters gripped their weapons tightly.

I immediately cast buffs on all the hunters around me.

I deliberately refrained from using my awakened trait, Amplification, since I needed to run experiments.

And then, unexpectedly—

The hunters began cheering as if they were at a concert.

"Wow, my body feels as light as a feather!"

"I’m bursting with energy! Haha!"

"This must be the Saintess’s buff! My muscles are dancing! Hahaha!"

…What is with these people?

Isn’t this reaction a bit over the top?

Sure, my buffs might be stronger than Choi Ga-Eul’s, but this level of excitement seemed excessive.

It felt like I’d already done more than my share, and we were just getting started.

Suddenly, a memory crossed my mind.

I recalled the scene from the undead dungeon where I had seen Choi Ga-Eul in action—

cheering energetically as if she were a cheerleader, rallying her team with booming encouragement.

Considering she was likely the supporter they were most familiar with...

"…Ah."

So that’s it!

This must be Choi Ga-Eul’s style of support!

Maybe this was a legitimate method too—

boosting the team’s morale by lifting their spirits!

It could have all been a strategic decision on her part.

In this moment of realization, I found myself swept up in the atmosphere and opened my mouth.

The kind of action Choi Ga-Eul would have taken!

"Ev-everyone, let’s go! You’ve got this!"

"Ooooooh!"

"Let’s do this!"

"We’ve got the Saintess on our side!"

It was just a simple cheer.

That was all it took, and the atmosphere instantly escalated.

The hunters of the Dawn Guild charged forward with roaring enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, I scratched my cheek awkwardly, thinking to myself:

…What am I even doing right now?

***

Meanwhile, in a hospital located in the heart of Seoul,

this was where most of the hunters from the Cheonglim Alliance, who had failed the first SS-rank dungeon raid, were hospitalized.

Among them was Kang Cheol-min.

He was resting in a private room, seated on his bed, watching the television.

[Dawn Guild and Hunter Jeong Si-Hyun Enter SS-Rank Dungeon!]

[Second Attempt at the SS-Rank Dungeon: Will It Be 'Success' or 'Danger' for the Dawn Guild?]

[Korea's Challenge Following the First Failure—Can They Succeed This Time?]

The news kept broadcasting updates about the SS-rank dungeon.

The screen frequently showed stories about the Dawn Guild and Si-Hyun.

Kang Cheol-min, leaning against the bed, scowled deeply as he glared at the screen.

Inside, he felt like he was about to explode.

"That loudmouthed, fake woman entered the SS-rank dungeon? Ha!"

He snorted in derision.

What a woman with no sense of her limits.

To dare challenge a dungeon that even he had failed to clear!

Of course, the failure wasn’t his fault.

It was because of the weak, useless hunters in the raid team.

What good was holding the frontlines firmly if the rest couldn’t do their jobs?

Grinding his teeth, Kang Cheol-min seethed.

It felt as though the world itself had turned against him.

"Hmph, the Dawn Guild must have lost their minds."

Surely, they must have seen what happened to us, yet they’re attempting the raid with such meager numbers.

It was obvious, even at a glance, that there would be heavy casualties.

Kang Cheol-min’s face twisted with mockery.

It was all so predictable.

They’d likely been duped by Jeong Si-Hyun’s silver tongue.

Snorting, he stared at the television with disdain.

"…Phew."

To calm his rising anger, Kang Cheol-min exhaled deeply.

He hadn’t forgotten—

the humiliation he’d suffered during the special lecture, when Jeong Si-Hyun had openly ignored him and made him a laughingstock.

The seeds of vengeance had long since been planted deep in his heart.

Just then—

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Kang Cheol-min allowed entry with a gruff tone.

The door opened to reveal two figures.

One was a Cheonglim representative, and the other was a journalist.

They had come to gather follow-up information for an article about the Cheonglim raid’s failure.

The two men greeted Kang Cheol-min politely as they entered.

"Hunter Kang Cheol-min, how are you feeling?"

"Eh, so-so."

After the customary greetings and inquiries about his health,

Kang Cheol-min waved dismissively, his tone curt.

Sensing his foul mood, the journalist hesitated briefly before pressing forward.

"As mentioned earlier, we’d like to request an additional interview regarding the raid’s failure. It’s important to convey your perspective accurately."

At this, Kang Cheol-min smirked, twisting one corner of his mouth.

"My perspective, huh… Sure, ask away. I’ll give you a thoroughly objective and detailed explanation."

"Thank you. Before we begin, though—"

The journalist glanced at Kang Cheol-min’s face and cautiously continued.

"You’re aware, of course, that the Dawn Guild and Jeong Si-Hyun have entered the SS-rank dungeon again today?"

"And what of it?"

"Given that such a prominent figure has stepped up, there’s significant public interest. What do you think of their chances for success in this raid?"

"Ha!"

Kang Cheol-min scoffed loudly, pointing at the TV with his finger.

Unable to suppress his impulsive anger, he blurted out:

"You think that greenhorn will succeed? Don’t make me laugh. This is a dungeon that I failed to conquer."

"……"

"Success? Even a passing child would find that ridiculous. If that woman comes back alive, I’ll bow to her, flat on the ground."

"……"

His words were harsh and unrestrained.

The Cheonglim representative looked uneasy, casting worried glances at Kang Cheol-min,

while the journalist diligently jotted down every word.

"Thank you for your honest opinion, Hunter Kang Cheol-min. May I confirm—are you okay with these comments being published?"

"Write whatever you want. There’s no way I’m wrong about this."

Turning back to the television, Kang Cheol-min sneered.

"Write it exactly as I said. Let the world know the truth—that her title as the ‘Saintess’ is nothing but a sham."

The journalist nodded slowly.

From there, the conversation transitioned to the original set of questions and answers for the article.

Once the interview wrapped up,

the journalist and Cheonglim representative bowed their heads and left the room.

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Until the hospital room door closed, Kang Cheol-min was still scoffing, his gaze fixed on the television.

***

The Dawn Guild’s dungeon expedition was progressing smoothly.

During a brief respite, Yeo Dohyung glanced toward a particular direction, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

“Saint! I’ve never received a buff like this in my life. What’s the secret behind it?”

“Hmm, it’s a bit complicated to explain here.”

“Ha! Thanks to your buff, I won’t have to worry about dinner tonight!”

“…Dinner? What do you mean by dinner?”

Jeong Si-Hyun, surrounded by several guild members, exchanged words with a faint smile. Occasionally flustered by the guild members' odd jokes, she nonetheless maintained her composed demeanor throughout.

As Dohyung silently observed her, a thought crossed his mind: the title of Saint was no exaggeration.

Mana recovering at an unbelievable rate.

Spells activating with twice their usual power.

‘Truly impressive,’ he thought.

The events in the undead dungeon had been too fleeting. But experiencing it again, he could clearly sense the difference. Compared to Ga-Eul, the disparity was undeniable. Of course, this wasn’t to say Ga-Eul was lacking or unsatisfactory—it was simply that…

‘Si-Hyun is overwhelmingly exceptional.’

The comparison itself was flawed.

Dohyung calmly sensed the overflowing mana within his body. Despite maintaining a composed exterior, he was no different from the others. He felt as though he might become intoxicated by this overwhelming power.

‘I should be cautious.’

The sensation was akin to consuming an intense dose of caffeine—pleasurable in the moment but not something to rely on. Becoming too dependent would inevitably lead to consequences.

Moderation and balance were key. Dohyung steadied his breathing, working to calm his emotions.

“All right, everyone! Let’s move out!”

With Dohyung’s energizing command, the hunters began to reform their ranks. Although the rest period had been shorter than usual, no one voiced complaints. They were brimming with strength, and if rest was needed, finishing the dungeon would make it all the sweeter.

The raid team resumed their advance, delving deeper into the dungeon. The farther they went, the more the number of monsters increased proportionally.

Screech!

Shriek!

Another massive wave of monsters appeared before them. Dohyung extended his staff forward.

A powerful storm of mana swirled around him, converging into a single point.

Crackle, flash!

Boom!

Countless bolts of lightning erupted, incinerating dozens of monsters in an instant. A faint electric charge lingered in the air where the spell had struck, as if even the atmosphere itself trembled.

“Huff…”

Dohyung exhaled slowly, assessing the situation. The number of monsters was staggering. Even with Si-Hyun’s buff, it was impossible to clear them all in one sweep.

In the distance, another wave of monsters surged forward. The other party members began methodically cleaning up the remaining creatures.

‘We’re managing for now, but the deeper we go, the tighter things will get.’

Dohyung analyzed the situation with a cool head, and his predictions were soon proven correct.

The raid team, locked in an intense battle, eventually reached a wide clearing. Here, they encountered a massive horde of monsters.

Boom! Crackle!

With a preemptive strike, Dohyung unleashed a large-scale spell, decimating the monsters in front of them. But the battle was far from over.

Cackle!

Screech!

From both the left and right, dozens of goblins swarmed toward them. These weren’t ordinary goblins. Their thick hides, bulging muscles, and unnaturally developed fangs marked them as mutated variants.

‘We’ll need to divide our forces…’

Dohyung’s mind raced as he quickly formulated a plan.

In that very moment, a sharp pulse of mana jolted his magical senses. Instinctively, Dohyung turned his head, sensing what was about to happen.

And then—

Boom!

A colossal gust of wind erupted, shredding the goblin horde on the right to pieces. The spell’s power rivaled his own.

“Well…” Dohyung muttered, a short sound of admiration escaping him.

The caster of the spell turned their head, seemingly catching his reaction.

Their eyes met—Jeong Si-Hyun’s and Dohyung’s. She smiled radiantly, as if pleased with the results.