The Constellation Hunting Life of an S-Class Porter

I decided to take that damn Constellation’s head.

The reason was absurd. After barely clearing an A-rank dungeon and coming back alive, the bastard skimmed off half the reward he’d promised.

It wasn’t the first time he’d subtly shaved down my rewards—it had happened more than once—but this was the first time I’d been hit this hard. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Well, if you think about it, it was more like all the resentment I’d bottled up finally exploding, so maybe it wasn’t such an absurd reason after all.

Either way, for that reason, I decided to take that Constellation’s head.

It’s collection time, you bastard. I’ll wring every last coin you’ve skimmed from me out of you.