The Broker Everyone Forgot

Myeongho had spent years matching weak teams to the right dungeon, one careful choice at a time. He trimmed meat with the same steady hands he used to judge danger, and his small barbecue place had become a trusted stop for students, hunters, and teachers who needed a good meal and a better answer. When he entered the academy from the bottom rank, he brought that same habit with him. He noticed who was lying, who was tired, and who was about to break. The school wanted neat ranks and easy labels, but Myeongho kept earning results with bad tools, borrowed time, and a smile he did not feel. The first cuts hurt his pride, his place, and the quiet life he had built. Even so, he kept cooking, mat...