I Became an NPC That Rankers Are Obsessed Over

“What’s going on.”

Men poured down from the second-floor stairs.

Some were shirtless, their bodies covered in tattoos.

Before dealing with them, the Executor considered lighting a cigarette.

But recalling the joint she had smoked earlier, she let out a deep sigh.

Anna took the lead.

She raised her dagger, stained with dark blood.

“If you can’t fight, stay back.”

“Don’t just end up getting your throat slashed like before.”

The silver-haired killer left those words and charged forward without hesitation.

The men immediately assumed a combat stance.

However, before they could even lift their arms, the killer was already in front of them.

A startled man swung his fist.

Anna ducked to avoid the attack and stabbed him in the side.

With relentless slashes, dark red blood poured from his stomach.

In the narrow staircase, the thugs stumbled over each other as their comrade fell.

It seemed as if Anna was targeting that chaos, handling them one by one.

Using the man whose side she had shredded as a shield, she stabbed the next one in the neck.

Her merciless skill left the thugs retreating in fear.

They had never witnessed such a brutal method in their lives.

But they didn’t just stand by and take it.

A man who seemed to be their leader shouted loudly from above.

“Wi Cheong-san promised us!”

At his cry, the panicked thugs immediately stopped in their tracks.

“To anyone who captures those women alive, he’ll grant ownership after they’ve been tamed!”

At those words, the thugs’ expressions transformed with glee.

Their once hesitant faces now lit up with ecstasy, like beasts in heat.

The Executor laughed, incredulous.

Who are they taming and owning?

A sound of teeth grinding came from the silver-haired killer.

Her pupils soon grew clouded, devoid of any emotion.

Anna picked up a dagger that had fallen from a thug.

Clutching the blade with both hands, she charged at them like a madwoman.

Like a butcher who had found her meat.

The Executor watched the chaos unfold with a blank expression.

Unlike Anna, she had no interest in dagger techniques or martial arts.

However, she was still a killer.

The Executor observed the clash on the staircase, studying the situation like a target.

Anna felt a trace of hostility from her.

Sensing something, the pale-eyed killer momentarily retreated from the stairs.

Seeing the killer withdraw, the thugs regained their confidence.

Thinking their attacks were working, they rushed at Anna.

The first to capture her would gain ownership of Anna.

Even though death was a real possibility, they seemed bewitched by her pretty face as they charged.

“—.”

The Executor slowly raised her left hand.

She covered the image of the thugs in her grasp.

Soon, a massive hand surged up from the ground, following her gesture.

“3rd-grade monster, Giant’s Left Hand.”

The hand of a dead giant crushed them like insects.

In an instant, dozens of low-rank hunters were flattened to the floor.

Red blood spilled out from the debris.

The leader, watching from the second floor, turned pale.

Stumbling backward, he ended up falling over.

Anna stepped lightly on the rubble and climbed swiftly to the second floor.

Looking down at the panicked leader, she remained expressionless.

“S-Sorry… The ownership thing was too much, wasn’t it?”

He stammered and begged desperately.

Anna only smiled faintly in response.

She crouched slowly to meet the trembling man’s eyes.

“Wi Cheong-san. Where is he?”

“H-He’s on the fifth floor.”

The leader answered, shaking.

Anna nodded as if satisfied with his obedient response.

Seeing her nod, the leader let out a sigh of relief.

But that was his final breath.

As he exhaled, Anna stabbed his neck with glee.

Once, twice, three times.

With a crisp, tearing sound, his throat was cleanly slit.

“All done?”

The Executor called up from the first floor.

“Yeah.”

Anna wiped the blood from her face with satisfaction.

Looking down from the giant’s hand, she glanced at the Executor.

“Then help me up too.”

The Executor, now tiny due to the height, spoke.

“What…?”

Anna asked again, incredulous.

She couldn’t believe the woman who had just summoned a giant hand was asking to be lifted like a child.

“I can’t jump that high like you.”

The Executor spoke with her arms crossed, as if it were only natural.

“You could use that impressive hand of yours.”

“It’s a one-time skill.”

The red-eyed killer stretched her hands out toward Anna.

Anna sighed heavily before landing back on the first floor.

Reluctantly, she offered her back.

The Executor chuckled and gently climbed onto Anna’s back.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. This is only because our goals align.”

The pale-eyed killer bent her knees calmly and leaped to the second floor in one bound.

The Executor dismounted leisurely, as if it were only right.

She dusted off her knees with a smirk.

“You’re heavy. You should work out.”

Anna murmured in a flat tone.

“Well, I’m in such a high position that I don’t have time for exercise these days.”

The Executor shrugged playfully.

Annoyed by her attitude, Anna interrupted with the information she’d gotten from the leader.

“He’s on the fifth floor.”

“I know. That’s the VIP room, so of course he’s there.”

The Executor asked why that even needed to be confirmed as she led the way up the stairs.

Annoyed by her sharp demeanor, Anna bit her lip.

Silently, she followed up the stairs.

Soon, they arrived on the fifth floor.

There, a luxurious hallway stretched out, ending at the VIP room.

The VIP room door was wide open, as if awaiting them.

Wi Cheong-san could be seen sitting on a fancy sofa.

With his legs propped up on a grand table, he greeted the two killers leisurely.

“Come on in.”

Speaking in a gentle tone, as if addressing his daughters, Wi Cheong-san welcomed them.

The sight annoyed the Executor, prompting her to speak first.

“You seem relaxed, even though all your men just died.”

“Those kinds of guys can be gathered in five minutes in Chinatown. Twice that number is already on their way here.”

Typical Chinatown.

A swarm of pests waiting to be exterminated.

The fat man clapped lightly.

Two men rose from behind the sofa.

As if relying on them, he introduced the two to the Executor.

Ranking: 88th.

Occupation: Mercenary Hunter. Master of Wing Chun.

Ranking: 90th.

Occupation: Mercenary Hunter. Master of Taiji Swordsmanship.

“They’re my bodyguards from China. Both are rankers. No matter how strong you are, you’re just women. Can you beat these rankers?”

Proudly, he patted the two men’s shoulders.

“…”

The Executor and Anna showed no reaction to his words.

“If you surrender now, I’ll make you my dancers. You’re both beautiful and have great figures. There’s no need to keep struggling as hunters.”

The man’s eyes darted between Anna and the Executor, leering at their chests and hips.

“The red-eyed girl has a particularly nice figure, so a cheongsam would suit her, while white eyes would look good in a dancer’s costume…”

He spoke in an arrogant tone, as if granting them mercy.

Anna, clearly tired of listening, threw one of her daggers at him.

The dagger that had killed dozens flew straight toward the fat Chinese man’s throat.

However, the blade was blocked by Ho San, a master of swordsmanship, using his sword sheath.

“That girl earlier, too… Kids these days sure have terrible tempers.”

Wi Cheong-san’s broad nose exhaled smoke.

He tapped the cigar he had been smoking against the table.

“Is Si-ho doing okay?”

At the mention of “that girl,” the Executor asked.

Wi Cheong-san quickly realized that their target was the girl he had brought in.

With that realization, Wi Cheong-san’s lips curled into a grin.

Drool dripped from his yellowed gold teeth.

“Ah, are you talking about our dancer, Mi-ho? Of course, she’s fine.”

“Mi-ho…?”

The Executor’s face twisted at his disgusting words.

Had he even gone so far as to give her a new name already?

“She’s probably getting all dolled up to accept me by now.”

He gestured casually to the hunters.

The bodyguards immediately assumed combat stances.

“So you two should quickly head to the taming room as well.”

In response, the rankers charged at the two killers.

Im San, a Wing Chun master, took on Anna.

He threw punches at an incredible speed.

The rapid blows came like bullets, striking Anna mercilessly.

Her face, chest, and side were hit in quick succession.

Before she could even swing her dagger, his overwhelming speed left her defenseless.

The Executor silently observed the scene.

But soon, even she had to divert her attention from Anna.

Ho San’s swift swordsmanship surged toward her body.

The Executor took hurried steps back, experiencing swordsmanship she had never seen before.

Ho San’s relentless strikes left her barely able to evade.

Finding himself in control, the ranker taunted her.

“What’s this? You came to Chinatown with such an ordinary body?”

Seemingly gauging her level, he aimed his long sword at the Executor’s neck.

Misjudging its length, the blade grazed her neck.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, killing her when she’s supposed to be a dancer?”

Wi Cheong-san shouted in frustration.

However, his dismay quickly turned into fear.

“…”

Despite the blade lodged in her neck, the Executor’s expression remained unchanged.

She even spoke with an eerie calm.

“You should’ve cut cleanly.”

For the first time, Ho San’s face contorted in disbelief.

A normal woman would have been struck down with a single slash.

But instead of being cut, the Executor’s neck seemed to absorb the blade like solid flesh.

Her flesh even began wriggling, pulling the sword deeper inside.

Soon, the ranker’s sword fused with her body, as if embedded in wood.

No matter how hard he twisted and pulled, it wouldn’t budge.

“You’re definitely weaker than Anna, huh?”

Panicking, Ho San swung his fist instead.

The ranker, ranked in the top 100, resorted to using his bare hands, flailing awkwardly.

The Executor didn’t dodge the punch.

It wasn’t worth avoiding.

His fist landed on her face.

But immediately, he felt something strange between his knuckles.

It wasn’t like punching a face—it felt like striking clay.

“That hurts, you know.”

Her skin peeled away from the impact, only to reveal the same face regenerated underneath.

Witnessing this bizarre scene, the ranker realized the truth.

The woman he was facing was far from “ordinary.”

She was a hunter more horrifying and grotesque than anyone he had ever encountered.

“—!”

The moment he realized that, a black hole appeared on his forehead.

While he was caught off guard, the Executor had drawn a gun.

With a single shot, the ranker fell lifelessly to the ground.

The Executor nonchalantly resolved the situation, leisurely rubbing the barrel of the gun.

Im San, watching the scene, stood dumbfounded.

“What. Who doesn’t carry a gun these days?”

The Executor shrugged at the stunned Chinese man.

Im San, now the last one standing, grew tense.

He needed to kill Anna quickly and subdue the Executor.

He couldn’t afford to give her time to aim the gun.

In a rush, he threw his fists at Anna.

But in his haste, his attacks began to lose strength.

Anna took every one of his hits without flinching.

And then…

Without hesitation, she drove her blade into the ranker’s body.

Neck.

Neck.

Neck.

She didn’t bother stabbing anywhere else.

Like a machine, she stabbed his neck dozens of times.

“…”

The Wing Chun master couldn’t utter a word with his ruptured throat.

He simply collapsed limply toward Anna.

She shoved his limp, ragged corpse to the ground in disgust.

“—.”

The situation was over.

The two killers turned their gaze toward the source of all this chaos.

The fat man trembled on the sofa, unable to escape.

Instead of loyal hunters, only two ferocious beasts remained before him.

“D-Don’t come closer. If you kill me, you’ll make an enemy of all of Chinatown!”

He curled up as the two shadows approached him.

Just as he had when Si-ho was abducted.

“Is that so?”

The Executor picked up a cigar from the gold table.

A Cuban cigar, rare in trade-blocked Korea, seemed to satisfy her as she placed it in her mouth.

“So what? You’ve already made an enemy of Korea’s largest organization.”

The woman muttered as she lit the cigar.

“Korea’s largest organization…?”

Coughing from the thick smoke, Wi Cheong-san paled as realization dawned on him.

“Don’t tell me… Are you an officer of Ilshim?”

The Executor didn’t answer.

He wasn’t worth a response.

Instead, footsteps echoed from the stairs.

The Executor exhaled smoke in the direction of the sound.

Men in black suits entered the fifth floor.

Their leader, Sang-moon, had blood on his face, as if he had taken care of something on his way.

“My apologies, ma’am. I was delayed dealing with some trash on the way.”