I Became the Hero of the Warrior Party - I Became the Hero of the Warrior Party chapter 36

36 – Episode 33: Stagnant water rots – 3

Let’s think.

Where the heck did it come from and how far did it connect to the d*ck?

I was just blinking at the awards ceremony and couldn’t accept the current situation. The reason was so simple as to be absurd.

“The first place is Kores who collected 58 flags! Congratulations!”

no what the f*ck

I couldn’t understand why that bastard was number one.

No, he definitely caught fewer than us, so why is he ranked first?

Yes, it was quite understandable that we weren’t number one.

Because, other people also worked hard and actually worked harder and could have won more flags than we did.

But that bastard named Korres is not.

That bastard obviously had fewer flags than we did.

By the way, I didn’t think about collecting flags too much, so I watched it for a while, and when I moved somewhere about 10 minutes before the end, it turned out like this.

How could Corres, who participated in the competition alone, ignore all the gaps in 10 minutes and get about 50 flags?

This was obviously odd.

We had doubts about this and strongly protested to the organizers, but we only repeated that no foul play was confirmed.

Korres, who saw my protest, smiled as if it were not the same.

I wanted to try something with that bastard, but the trust that Korres had in this village was stronger than I could have imagined.

“Oh, you won? congratulations?”

“yes. Well, it’s been 10 years in a row, so I’m not very impressed anymore. I will be grateful for your congratulations.”

That’s a f*cking baby.

He even boasted that he had won the championship 10 years in a row without even asking.

At a glance, I could see that I won the championship with some kind of connection, but I couldn’t do anything about it, so I was frustrated and mad.

“It looks like an influx, but I will forgive you for what happened earlier. You did a good job today, and do your best in the competition tomorrow.”

Corres patted me on the shoulder with a patronizing look, then started walking behind me.

“Chop that guy… unpleasant!”

“How gloomy! Joo-hyeok Are you going to leave him like this!”

Kyoko and Rin started staring at Cores as he walked away with a displeased look on his face.

That bastard just said, “I’ll forgive you,” not “Let’s get over it.”

I barely held back that my fist was about to fly.

Looking around, there were still a lot of people gathered.

If you punched Corres in a place like this, you could really be lynched.

“For now, be patient… If you make a mistake here, you may not be able to go back…”

Noticing the villagers looking at us with strange eyes while talking with Korres earlier, I quietly whispered to them.

They also nodded as if they noticed.

Ignoring the frightened eyes of the villagers, we started to quietly leave the plaza.

…

After sending them to their lodgings first, I took a walk to cool off and found something in a corner of the plaza.

“This… !”

A shiver began to run through my whole body.

In a corner of the village plaza, I happened to turn my head and found a very large bulletin board.

It was a bit sloppy, but it seemed to have been managed well, so there were several posts on the clean bulletin board.

*

【Honestly, this competition was really hard】

By: [anonymous]

「I ran around for 3 hours without resting with my friends, but I couldn’t even collect 20 flags. I really admire how Korres-sama gathered 58 of them… 」

*

【Thank you for your hard work in the monster subjugation tournament】

Author : [Cores]

“I was lucky enough to win this year as well. thank you 」

【Reply column】

[Anonymous] : You really win awards every time, if you could tell me the secret…

[Anonymous] : Wow, Mr. Cores is really great!

[Armond] : When will a District 5 resident like me be able to win…

*

Post papers written by anonymous and seemingly pseudonymous authors were tightly attached to the bulletin board.

It seemed that Korres had also posted some time ago.

Because it was a Korres called Name, it looked different from other posts written by other people, but it had already been posted, but there were several replies already attached.

“This is perfect… ”

I somehow missed it, but I felt a familiar feeling.

However, when I checked Korres’ post, I suddenly felt angry all the way to the top.

It was around the time I was staring at the bulletin board for a long time.

“What? you.”

“Ah, I…”

“Oh, no. Do you see the influx of village festivals?”

A gray-haired old man emerged from the small hut next to the bulletin board. He took one quick glance at me and then continued.

“At least one cooper per post or reply.”

“You get paid?”

“Then you bastard! Did you try to use the village’s 15-year-old bulletin board for free? It’s a thief!”

“No, no, wait a minute.”

I stopped my grandfather who was flustered and angry.

“This is why inflows are a problem. How come all of them use bulletin boards and pay money? Do they just ask questions like this? It’s more of a problem than those who use pseudonyms.”

“That alias is…”

“Oh, didn’t you explain? Yes, you can only post on this board with anonymity and pseudonym.”

The old man hit the bulletin board a couple of times with the wooden stick he was standing on and talked.

“It was great when I first made this bulletin board, but these days…”

The old man let out a deep sigh and murmured.

Faced with the storms of the years, his face showed some concern.

What the hell is wrong with this board?

When I suddenly became curious and asked the old man, he yelled at me, saying, “Are you asking because you don’t know?”

No, isn’t it natural that you don’t know?

After cursing at me for being an influx just a while ago, seeing him suddenly do this, it seemed that he was an old man whose mind was going back and forth.

“This bulletin board was created with the intention of discussing concerns that villagers would not be able to see face-to-face during the first village festival.

It’s a good thing to talk about the worries that have accumulated in your heart after being anonymous and not knowing who you are.

So, it was usually a bulletin board for the purpose of friendship and suggestions, such as young people expressing who they liked or old people expressing their wishes for the village.”

The old man made a vague expression and seemed to be lost in memories for a while.

Then, his expression hardened in an instant.

The light smile on his lips hardened, and his brows were twisted, transforming into a stern face.

“But he ruined it all!”

The old man became very angry and began to explain.

It is said that for five years after the bulletin board was installed, sound content such as people’s worries, dating, and suggestions were posted on the bulletin board as originally intended.

However, everything changed when a person using the pseudonym ‘Korres’ wrote on the bulletin board.

Suddenly, he wrote his own unique pseudonym instead of anonymity in the post, and soon he said he was talking to people outside the bulletin board as Korres.

“Thanks to that, I started writing strange things on the bulletin board to try to deify him and talk to him somehow.”

As if exasperated, the old man pointed at the center of the bulletin board with a wooden stick.

[Popular Posts] was written there.

Underneath it, as if it were natural, Korres’ post was pasted.

“If it wasn’t for him… our town wouldn’t have changed like this…”

As I listened to the old man’s lament, I felt pity for a moment, then a great plan suddenly came to my mind.

“Grandpa, maybe that bastard… No, would you cooperate if we could bury Corres in the village?”

“Seriously… ?”

The face of the old man looking at me with a hard-to-believe expression seemed to include a little hopeful look in his eyes asking if it was really possible.

“Sure.”

I started explaining the plan one by one to the old man who managed the bulletin board, and the old man seemed quite shocked.

I didn’t have to invest a lot of time.

Tomorrow morning, yes tomorrow morning I can bring Korres down to the bottom of the village.

***

“Chop… Are you out of your mind?”

Since morning, Kyoko has been looking at me like a crazy person.

I knelt down in front of him and watched him.

The reason is that yesterday I used 3 silver coins to post on the board.

To be honest, I would too.

It was natural that a bastard who lost three silver coins in one day just because he posted on a bulletin board in the neighborhood would not look sane by common sense.

This f*cking old man is crazy about money!

It cooperates with burying Korres, but it is nailed that posting a post for free is not allowed even if only bone powder remains after death.

I couldn’t possibly win the tournament without burying Korres, so I had to pay for it with my own money.

“Joo Hyuk, I can’t understand it. How could I spend that much money in one day… I trusted you. It is very shocking to see the consumption behavior of the people of a small country.”

Rin was also talking to me with a very disappointed expression.

“No, just listen to me.”

I reached out my hand and started restraining the excited girls.

Honestly, it was fun while writing it, but of course I’m not crazy either.

I don’t do anything that is not intelligent enough to blow 3 silver coins for fun.

All of this was a ploy to bring down the f*cking named villager Korres.

“Just listen. Let me explain.”

I calmly began to explain to them what I had done, and they began to look at me in amazement.

“Joo Hyuk… You are a much scarier man than you look…”

Rin was looking at me with trembling eyes.

***

The square was noisy from early morning.

The reason wasn’t even because of the competition held today.

What caught people’s attention was the bulletin board in the corner of the town square.

Feeling strange, Corres hurried to the plaza, where an unbelievable sight was unfolding.

“Who is this… ”

Corres doubted his eyes at the sudden situation.

A bulletin board full of information about himself, and the voices of villagers whispering about him.

Crucially, in the center of the bulletin board, where the posts with the most replies go up, there was a post written by an anonymous resident.

【Snipe the named villager Korres in District 1.】

By: [anonymous]