The next day, after the worldwide chaos caused by his absurd mission, Asher decided to visit the Seoul Hunter Center. His goal was simple: to find a Gate suitable for testing his brand-new skill.
The center was crowded with Hunters of every rank. Some still wore scowls from last night's humiliating mission, while others carried satisfied grins, feeling the tangible increase in strength from their newly earned +5 stats.
"An F-rank Gate opened in Gangnam, huh? Perfect," Asher muttered to himself.
Pulling up the system interface, he noticed other Hunters had already registered for entry. Without hesitation, Asher made his way to the site. Soon, he arrived at a scene bustling with spectators and a small team of F-rank Hunters preparing for their expedition.
"Alright, let's move out!" their leader declared with enthusiasm.
Silently, Asher slipped in among them and entered the Gate.
The world inside was nothing like the city outside. A chilling wind swept across cracked, barren ground. Withered trees loomed like corpses, and skeletal remains of monsters littered the desolate landscape.
It wasn't long before the team encountered their first enemies: a horde of green-skinned goblins with rough, scaly hides. Weak individually, yes—but their numbers made them a real threat.
"Charge!" the team leader shouted.
The Hunters unleashed their skills in a desperate flurry, clashing against the mob of goblins. Asher stood back, watching without interest. He had no intention of joining their frantic struggle. But time was limited; the Gate would eventually close. He needed efficiency.
"Guess it's time to test out my new skill," Asher thought.
Channeling a mere single point of mana, he whispered to himself:
"Deadly Fart. Target: This Gate."
No sound.
No flash.
Nothing but a faint breeze brushing past Asher's body—so subtle that no one noticed.
Then—
Fwoosh!
The Gate warped violently, twisting as though its very fabric had been struck by an invisible hammer. In an instant, it shattered like fragile glass. The entire pocket dimension collapsed—ground, sky, goblins—all erased into a void of pitch-black nothingness that slowly faded away.
The Hunters froze mid-battle, their attacks halted as they gawked at the impossible sight. Where there should have been floating rocks and ominous skies, now there were only distant, twinkling stars.
"Wh-what the hell just happened!?" the team leader shouted, his voice cracking with disbelief.
Asher smiled in satisfaction at the dissolving emptiness. "Just cleaning up the Gate, that's all."
None of the Hunters realized the man beside them had just erased an entire dungeon world with nothing more than a fart of divine power.
"But… the Gate's gone!" one of them stammered. "How do we get back?!"
Asher chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I can make another one."
And with a flick of his will, a brand-new Gate materialized before their eyes. The bewildered Hunters didn't hesitate—they bolted for the exit, desperate to return to reality.
Asher was the last to step out. A system notification blinked before him:
[Gate Destroyed: Mission Complete]
His grin widened. The experiment had been flawless.
"Next time," Asher mused, "I'll try creating something new. This world is about to get a whole lot more fun."