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The Only S-Rank Perfumer Who Became Seongsu’s Uncle
CHAPTER 8: Not Everything You See Is Real
The monster’s species name was something I had heard before.
I racked my brain and finally recalled where I’d heard it.
- That monster is still missing after raiding storage facilities of multiple national Hunter Associations, including the United States.
- Its species is “Mimic.”
It had been on the radio in the real estate agent’s car.
The news said the U.S. dungeon break happened four years ago, while the “golden spoon heir” said the building started acting strange three years ago.
By timeline, this was most likely the same monster that escaped the S-rank dungeon.
‘So this is my first time seeing one in person.’
A Mimic is a monster specialized in deception.
It disguises itself as a treasure chest inside dungeons, luring intruders into lowering their guard.
The moment the victim opens it, it reveals its mouth and devours them.
It’s popular enough to appear in many works of fiction.
‘I remember a manga where a 1,000-year-old silver-haired elf always got tricked by a Mimic… something like “Grave of…” something.’
While recalling information, moonlight poured through the first-floor window.
Swoosh—
Under the light, I could clearly see the Mimic.
Flash! Flash!
Its body was an elegant mix of gold and red.
The hinges and structural parts were pure gold, and diamonds were embedded like shining veins.
The rest of its body was coated in glossy red, making it look even more refined than a fully gold chest.
Piiiing!
Moonlight reflected off its diamond decorations like a mirror ball, illuminating the dark interior of the first floor.
The Mimic shone brighter than any monster I had seen—but I never looked away.
Because it had survived for four years.
‘Surviving that long means it’s experienced.’
S-rank monsters are usually the size of buildings.
But this one was small—about the size of the treasure chest I saw in that treasure dungeon before.
Creeeak—
The Mimic slowly opened its lid, revealing the inside.
‘Is that soft-looking mass… its face?’
A Mimic normally has no mouth like a human.
Between the lid and body, there was no structure like teeth or tongue—just a dark, shadowy lump shaped like a face.
A black blob with eyes and a mouth.
Round eyes like ink spilled on a white plate.
A crescent-shaped grin and white teeth like piano keys.
It smiled eerily, like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“Why are you alone? No companions?”
“……”
Even for an S-rank monster, this was unusual.
Not only was it speaking—but it was speaking Korean.
Instead of answering, I compared my stats with the Mimic’s.
Me
Rank: C+
Strength: E / Stamina: D
Agility: D / Technique: C+
Mana: C / Luck: C
Mimic
Rank: S+
Strength: B / Stamina: A
Agility: A / Technique: S+
Mana: S / Luck: S
The difference was obvious—but something stood out.
‘Our stat distribution is basically the same?!’
The Mimic wasn’t suited for direct combat either.
Its lowest stat was strength, even though it was S+ rank.
‘So if I become S+, my stats might look like that too. Maybe it also has a specialty like me?’
While I was observing it carefully, the Mimic, ignored, frowned and shouted:
“Are you alone?!”
“Yeah, still single.”
“……”
I chuckled after dropping a line I remembered from crime movies.
Realizing I was mocking it, its expression hardened instantly.
Its mouth closed, teeth disappearing into shadow, and it scanned the surroundings before revealing its true intent.
Kugugugugu— BANG!
Without legs, it shot toward me like a missile.
At that moment, I used a perfume.
[You have inhaled “Blizzard of the Snowy Mountain.”]
[Agility increased to A+.]
The moment my speed surpassed the Mimic’s, I dashed left.
It shot past where I had just been.
Crash!
The Mimic smashed through the first-floor window and flew outside.
If it had escaped, I would’ve chased it immediately—but it changed tactics.
[The Mimic has activated S-rank skill: “Stealth.”]
[Hides presence and appearance.]
The reason it survived this long was its intelligence.
‘It thinks hiding means it can fool me?’
It moved like a soldier crawling low across the floor.
A normal Hunter would lose it—but not me.
My Superhuman Sense of Smell tracked it in real time.
‘Behind me.’
It was obvious—trying to ambush me from behind.
So I played along.
I pretended not to notice and slowly approached the broken window.
Meanwhile, I transferred the used perfume back to the workshop via portal and equipped three remaining vials between my fingers.
‘If this works, I can catch it.’
Dangerous, but my brain was busy calculating profits.
If this Mimic had stolen items from U.S. or other association vaults…
Capturing it alive could mean tens or even hundreds of billions.
‘With that body size, it probably has spatial storage skills.’
I checked its stats hidden underground:
Skills
Gluttony (S+)
Indestructible Body (S)
Mimicry (S)
Stealth (S)
Appraisal (S)
…
The most notable was S+.
‘So that’s its trump card?’
I checked its skill details.
Name: Gluttony
Rank: S+
One of the Seven Deadly Sin skills. Specializes in consumption. Can devour anything below its rank regardless of life or death. It has multiple internal storage types.
So it likely stored stolen items inside its body.
But it required physical contact.
In other words—don’t get close.
At that moment, it shouted:
“Since you saw me, I can’t let you live!”
It attacked again.
I dodged.
Same pattern.
It adapted quickly and changed tactics again.
Its arms expanded.
One became a massive cleaver.
The other turned into a spiked hammer.
‘It’s using Mimicry to shape weapons from absorbed objects.’
The cleaver swung like a guillotine blade.
I dodged.
The hammer crushed the floor where I stood.
BOOOOM!
Fast, heavy, reckless.
But predictable.
‘I can read it.’
Thanks to my Superhuman Sense of Smell, I could predict its next 3-second movements.
Left smash.
Right slash.
Step back.
Dodge.
The Mimic was strong—but sloppy.
Then I realized something.
‘It’s exhausting itself.’
It was breathing heavily, sweating heavily.
Not acting.
Real fatigue.
So I decided to end it at range.
“Do you think you can survive THIS?!”
I threw a gray perfume vial.
It sliced it instantly.
But nothing happened.
The Mimic laughed.
“I told you. That only works on A-rank monsters. I’m S+.”
I already knew that.
That was Medusa’s Tear—a paralysis-type perfume.
But that wasn’t the plan.
I backed away to avoid inhaling it myself.
“Then I guess your tricks are over.”
“No, I’ve only just started.”
I opened a portal above its head.
Then poured a flood of yellow perfume.
WHOOSH!
The Mimic activated its trump card:
[S+ Skill: Gluttony activated.]
[Absorbs all contacted liquids.]
It opened its mouth wide and swallowed it.
‘Like a vacuum cleaner.’
It thought it had won.
But—
Its right arm suddenly dropped.
BANG!
“…?!”
Its weapon arm collapsed like a broken puppet.
It looked shocked.
That was my hidden skill.
[SS-rank Skill: “Scent Manipulation” activated.]
[Control all scents as desired.]
Even scents I didn’t create.
I had gained it during a perfume accident.
At the moment a bottle worth 1 billion won fell—
[New skill awakened due to conditions.]
Using that, I had mixed tiny amounts of “Level Up” and “Medusa’s Tear” mid-air.
Just enough to boost paralysis to S-rank level.
It had unknowingly swallowed a trap.
“Sometimes, what you can’t see matters most.”
“…ghk.”
Its limbs shrank back to normal.
Its monstrous weapons returned to tiny cartoon-like hands.
Its body collapsed like slime.
“No more perfumes needed.”
I swept remaining scents out through the broken window using Scent Manipulation.
Then I walked up to it.
“Can’t use Gluttony now, can you?”
“….”
I picked it up effortlessly and began questioning it.
“Where are the items you stole from other countries?”
No response.
Right—paralyzed.
So I carried it to .
We arrived at a beautiful beach inside the realm.
I walked into the cold sea water and tossed it in.
SPLASH!
It floated, bubbles rising.
I pulled it out after 10 seconds.
It gasped for air.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
It glared at me.
“You should be thankful. Without my title skill, I’d have thrown you into a volcano.”
I wasn’t killing it because of my title “Absolute Judgment Kill”.
Boss monsters must be defeated without killing them to gain special rewards.
So I needed it to surrender.
“I’ll play with you until you give up.”
Sweat dripped from it.
Then—
A message appeared.
[S-rank Boss Monster Mimic has surrendered.]
[Mimic activated A-rank skill: “Contract of Servitude.”]
[Mimic has recognized you as its master.]
[Accept contract?]
It chose survival.
A smart decision.
I grabbed it.
“Good. Knowing where to stand is a skill too.”
And just like that…
I ended up with an S-rank boss monster as a familiar.
