After a busy Saturday, it was Sunday. I woke up at dawn for morning exercise, and what greeted me was:

 

[23 Missed Calls]

 

[Bojji Kkong: I was really having a hard time, thank you so much]

 

[Bojji Kkong: I was really having a hard time, thank you so much]

 

‘What’s up with him?’

 

A pile of missed calls. On top of that, the messages were getting more and more full of typos. The sender: all from Bojji Kkong.

 

A man, drunk and crying in the middle of the night, calling and messaging like this. What’s the point of this? My eyebrows furrowed.

 

‘What’s wrong with him? He didn’t drink much before the Necromancer subjugation… Wait, no way? Already?’

 

– Tap, Tap Tap.

 

[Trending Search No.1 – Vietnam Liberation]

 

‘I knew it, damn it!!!’

 

My eyebrows returned to their original position.

 

Wow. It had been just over a week since I gave him the strategy information, and he already caught the Necromancer? Even if he’s showing off a bit, I have to admit it. My shoulders couldn’t help but rise.

 

‘Let’s see, how are people reacting?’

 

My fingers automatically moved toward the Outstar icon, the social media app for Awakened. Although I never checked my reputation because I’d been burned too many times before regression…

 

This was different.

 

Bojji Kkong was literally a hero of the nation. Of course, by now the internet would be flooded with embarrassing praise. I was planning to remember a few to use at the next drinking party. Mostly to tease him.

 

‘Let’s see, starting with his account….’

 

[Võ Chí Công – Official]

 

(A photo of a restrained villain and Bojji Kkong, with Awakened lined up behind them)

 

(The Vietnamese flag planted in the ruins of the completely destroyed vice office)

 

Amidst the horrific war, many sacrificed themselves, but today we have regained that freedom. Vietnam can now truly enjoy its freedom.

 

To the citizens of Vietnam and the international support. To my comrades in the liberation army who fought with me. To those who gave their lives, Nguyen Xuan Tien, Nguyen Quoc Nguyen…

 

…

 

…

 

Lastly, to the Korean Awakened, Seo Yu-jin, who provided crucial information on subjugating the Necromancer for free.

 

Thanks to all of them, Vietnam has reached the day of liberation. Just grateful, and again, grateful. I will never forget this grace for the rest of my life.

 

Yours truly, Bojji Kkong.

 

Likes: 97.34 million

 

‘…Why am I mentioned here?’

 

Cancel finding things to tease him about. Mentioning me lower than comrades who died in action was too much. It made it seem like I had the highest contribution.

 

My expression furrowed again.

 

‘I mean, I get it from his perspective… Sigh. This is really not right. He did everything.’

 

Of course, I knew why Bojji Kkong did this. The strategy information I provided was something he would have discovered miraculously after struggling for another ten years.

 

It was natural for him to be happy since I handed it over to him just like that.

 

But from my point of view?

 

It felt like I was just sticking a spoon on an achievement that should rightfully belong to Bojji Kkong, earned after a friend’s hard work.

 

I didn’t like it. It felt like I was exploiting my friend after regressing.

 

‘This needs to be fixed.’

 

– Tap, tap.

 

Seo Yu-jin [It’s a bit much to do this just because I gave you that info;;]

 

ㄴSeo Yu-jin [You would’ve figured it out anyway]

 

ㄴSeo Yu-jin [Anyway, good job, and let’s have a drink when you come to Korea]

 

ㄴSeo Yu-jin [If you see this, please remove my name]

 

A comment for people other than Bojji Kkong to see. I tried to downplay my contribution as much as possible to make it seem like Bojji Kkong was overreacting.

 

‘Better send him a text too, just in case.’

 

[To the lousy drunkard, if you see this, remove my name from Outstar]

 

[It’s not cool to just put a spoon on your hard work]

 

[If you don’t fix it, I’ll post your drunken messages on Outstar, lol]

 

I even added a threat telling him to take all the credit.

 

Whether it would work… Honestly, I didn’t know. I knew how to avoid criticism, but not how to avoid praise.

 

But well, there was no harm in doing this. Or so I thought.

 

“Mr. Seo Yu-jin. There’s a rumor that you’re in a romantic relationship with S-rank 7th place, Bojji Kkong. Is that true?!”

 

“……”

 

‘Wow. I almost cursed out loud for a second.’

 

There were plenty of bad things.

 

No. I finished my morning exercise and went to the hospital to fulfill my contract for mental illness treatment, only to face journalists with these kinds of questions. It was enough to drive me insane.

 

– Whisper, whisper.

 

“Who’s Bojji Kkong?”

 

“I have a friend in Vietnam… a guy.”

 

“Is he famous?”

 

“…Haru, he’s a guy.”

 

“Oh. Sorry.”

 

My expression was so bad that even the ever-cool Haru immediately apologized. However, the journalist kept looking at me with bright, eager eyes.

 

I sighed deeply.

 

“It’s not true. I don’t mean to criticize such preferences, but both Bojji Kkong and I are firmly heterosexual.”

 

“In that case, could you explain the comment you posted on Outstar this morning?!”

 

“As I said, it means that my contribution to the Necromancer subjugation was negligible.”

 

I responded, radiating displeasure. I don’t have such preferences. Please stop with the absurdity.

 

“Also, I don’t understand why I should be forced to explain a baseless controversy created by you, journalists. It’s unpleasant.”

 

“It’s not baseless…”

 

“You’re from Seoul Daily, aren’t you? I’ll reconsider any interviews with your newspaper in the future.”

 

The entrance ban was to show just how angry I was.

 

Lastly, I glared at her fiercely…

 

‘Right before you pull down your underwear in the restroom, may you be unable to hold it and wet yourself. Make your panties completely soaked.’

 

-Ding!

 

[The target is ‘perfectly’ hypnotized.]

 

A little revenge.

 

She was wearing a rather short mini-skirt, so this should be sufficient payback.

 

Thanks to this, the reporter’s face turned bright red.

 

“Yes, y-yes… I’m sorry….”

 

-Mumble, mumble. Dash.

 

“Wow, am I a masochist? Why does this feel so good?”

 

She was embarrassed and quickly ran away.

 

But neither I nor the other reporters paid her any attention.

 

That was clearly an overreach from a minor newspaper.

 

And…

 

Any sensible reporter would know what to ask me now.

 

“Awakened Seo Yu-jin, may we ask what kind of information you provided that was directly mentioned by the Vietnamese Liberation Army?”

 

What kind of information did I provide that led to the subjugation of the Necromancer?

 

…This was the right question. It was meaningful and would get views.

 

What was that previous guy thinking? Seriously.

 

My expression softened.

 

“I can’t disclose that at the moment, but it was really nothing special.”

 

“It took only 8 days after your visit for the Necromancer to be subjugated, and you call that nothing special?”

 

“Yes. Even without me, Bojji Kkong would have figured it out soon enough.”

 

‘It took him ten years in the first playthrough, but given the content, it wouldn’t have been strange if he realized it tomorrow.’

 

Downplaying my achievements.

 

A strong expression of my determination not to undermine my friend’s accomplishments.

 

“The liberation of Vietnam is the achievement of Bojji Kkong and the Liberation Army’s struggle. Pretending I did something when I did nothing is an insult to them.”

 

I hammered in the final nail.

 

I truly did nothing. He did everything.

 

-Mumble, mumble.

 

“He’s clearly lying. If it was really nothing, would Bojji Kkong give him credit?”

 

“It seems like he’s trying to boost Vietnam’s morale.”

 

“Public opinion over there is going to explode, in a good way.”

 

Then the murmuring reporters.

 

What? Are they complaining about the lack of story?

 

I quickly opened my mouth again.

 

“This should suffice regarding Bojji Kkong… Is there anything else you’d like to ask?”

 

Are you having trouble because you don’t have a scoop?

 

…Don’t you remember I said I’d give you something good yesterday?

 

This was the meaning behind my question.

 

The reporters’ eyes changed.

 

“Do you think freshmen Alice Littlewood and Yu Shia will also become future S-rank?”

 

“How was your experience learning swordsmanship directly from Ninomiya Aika?!”

 

“With the background of Winterer being revealed, there is sympathy regarding the forced labor and de facto military enlistment. What is your stance on this, Seo Yu-jin?”

 

“I’ll keep it brief as there are patients waiting. First of all….”

 

A genuine interview ensued.

 

Will our wives become S-rank? They certainly seemed capable.

 

Training under Master? My abilities were growing rapidly day by day. She’s the best.

 

Winterer? It’s sad, but a crime is a crime. Congratulations on your duty of national defense.

 

The questions were expected, so answering was easy.

 

“I heard Winterer has many mental issues. Do you plan to treat him with hypnosis?”

 

“With my current abilities, it’s still impossible, but I’d like to do it someday. He took good care of Haru.”

 

“Oh. Is this the person who…?”

 

After a round of interviews, the focus shifted to Haru.

 

No one dared to take photos recklessly.

 

By now, the Chairman would have informed them about Haru’s situation. Unlike the perpetrator, the victim found it difficult to have their photo taken.

 

“Is an interview possible?”

 

“She’s still an immature child….”

 

“Dad. I want to take a photo too. V.”

 

“Hmm. Will you edit out any inappropriate remarks?”

 

“Would anyone dare to mess around after seeing you get angry earlier? Besides, even we wouldn’t mess with a kid like this.”

 

The atmosphere changed when Haru herself expressed her desire. The reporters raised their cameras cautiously, showing that they regretted not having more.

 

Under my supervision, Haru’s first interview began.

 

“Miss Seo Haru? What do you think of Winterer… uh, your sister? How did she treat you?”

 

“She talks harshly, but she’s really nice.”

 

“Can you remember anything specific?”

 

“She gave me delicious food.”

 

Most of the questions were about Haru’s relationship with Winterer.

 

It was a natural choice for the reporters.

 

The more they revealed about their childhood, the better the story.

 

“Did you share the delicious food with your sister? She must be kind….”

 

“No. She fed me Spam and bread while eating weird stuff herself because she didn’t want to gain weight. Her stomach always growled.”

 

“……”

 

‘Even with amnesia, she couldn’t forget Spam, huh.’

 

Haru’s poignant memories emerged.

 

Due to her childhood regression, she didn’t even know she had a sister until I told her. Yet she remembered this.

 

It was a moment that made me feel pity for the villain.

 

‘Since unpleasant stories are coming up, let’s end the interview here….’

 

“So, what do you think of your dad? Do you have any wishes for him?”

 

“……?”

 

I was about to stop the interview, but the reporter beat me to it.

 

Sensing that more sensitive topics might come up.

 

Haru beamed.

 

“Ah! I want Dad to decide on a mom quickly!”

 

“Haru, stop joking….”

 

“I like Pinkie and Flatty, but I strongly recommend Whitey.”

 

-Zzzzzip.

 

“Look. I’m quite strong, but I can’t beat Whitey. If Whitey becomes my mom, I’ll laugh with a full stomach. Perfect if she can cook.”

 

“Haru!!!?”

 

—I didn’t expect her to drop a bombshell.

 

-Murmur, murmur.

 

“Pinkie, Flatty, Whitey…? Could it be Ninomiya Aika!?”

 

“Come to think of it, Seo Yu-jin, you even live with Ninomiya Aika, right?”

 

“There were eyewitness accounts of you hugging Alice Littlewood tightly in the gate.”

 

“Didn’t you have something with Yu Shia too? They say you walked around hand in hand at the Cheonhwa headquarters.”

 

A pack of wolves, buzzing over an unexpected scoop.

 

And,

 

“I’m sorry. Our Haru is still young and says random things….”

 

“Seo Yu-jin, I won’t ask for details… but is there someone you like among those three?”

 

“……Yikes.”

 

The breeding guy, in dire straits.