In the banquet hall of the Louvre Palace at Place Vendôme, Paris, where magnificent crystal chandeliers cast a soft magical glow. The 'International Hunter Goodwill Gala,' attended by renowned S-Class hunters and political and business figures from around the world, was a literal gathering of glittering wealth and arrogant power.

Amidst the smooth crossing of tuxedos and dresses woven with silk thread, Han Yujin sat buried in a corner lounge sofa, quietly sipping from a champagne glass.

Perhaps if Han Yujin were an S-Class hunter, this might have been a decent vacation.

However, with his current 'soft tofu' body, just surviving among these wild S-Classes was exhausting. It felt more like playing a solo death game for survival.

Pot-bellied political and business figures were busy flaunting their wealth on the second floor or in private lounges, while the other hunters were busy checking each other out and competing for power in the banquet hall and lobby.

The occasional sound of breaking glass, something heavy hitting a wall, or objects burning could be heard, but the fact that no one cared clearly proved that the gala was falling apart from the start.