I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 7: Life Sucks

But nobody believed me when I said I had been clinging to life like that.

Among adventurers, I soon became known as an ominous totem that brought death if taken along, effectively blocking any chance of getting porter jobs.

Of course, such rumors were usually short-lived, like a fad, but my special ability had the knack for dragging out even those fleeting happenings...

"Woo Hyo-sung? Where have I heard that name before?"

"That's the guy. The one blacklisted at the adventurer's guild."

"He sends everyone he goes with to their doom."

"Rumor has it he was hired by some assassin guild?"

"And he always goes around crying 'Woo Hyo, Woo Hyo'."

"Eek, a monster. Get out of our empire right now!"

"I didn't do anything like that."

I understood that being remembered for a long time led to rumors, but in truth, I was just a hardworking foreign laborer seeking romance in this world.

Becoming a scapegoat just because I had desperately survived felt truly unjust.

"...Sigh, this damn ability is no help at all."

Others received abilities that were somewhat helpful unless they were idiots like Oh Deok-hun, but I never once received proper help from mine.

After all, people tend to remember the bad things more.

If I were a civil servant at a local office or a service employee at an AS center, surely all kinds of jerks would remember my name and flood me with complaints, blocking my way out.

If things went wrong, I thought of taking a civil service exam and putting snacks in the iron rice bowl to eat when bored, but even that option was blocked now.

Life sucks.

"The fundamental reason is this world that just gives heroes false hopes."

Of course, it was a problem that the powerful enticed heroes with sweet talk from within their wells, but considering the default was all grown adults, I couldn't just blame the world.

First of all, no matter how much money and connections you might have, if a crazed person with nothing to lose swung a knife at you, your life was in peril in this world.

Likewise, even if you obtained the legendary Mithril to forge a weapon, you'd become a target for those who envied you, risking ambushes and possibly losing both your life and your treasure.

So, what was the best way to live in such a harsh world?

You must conceal any power you possess, live modestly, and seize opportunities when they arise.

If I were given Mithril, I would craft a crutch and feign a disability. Then, when my underestimators approached, I'd crush their skulls, erase any witnesses, and complain to scrape together a little more profit.

If even the mighty must resort to such schemes to survive, what couldn't I accomplish?

So, dear status window, grant me just enough strength to fashion a crutch from Mithril.

"Argh, status window!"

A status window pops up as I shout in frustration.

I yearned to find something within it to escape my dire straits, but alas, there was no such luck, Hyo-sung.

No sudden leap in the talents you wished for, no secret to turning your abilities around.

"Why are all my pulls in this cursed lottery duds?"