I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 24: The New Hero, Yi Ga-ram

Adventurers.

In an era filled with unrelenting dangers and incidents, they were indispensable. Yet, from the perspective of the leaders, they were nothing more than substitutes or aids for heroes.

This perception was widespread, even among the heroes who received support. Consequently, newly arrived heroes in this world made it a point to visit the adventurers' guild, a custom rooted in this mindset.

"Um... Is this really okay?"

"Why not? We are heroes, after all."

"You saw it right when you arrived in this world~ Even the nobles and royals bow down to us."

"Well, that's true, but..."

"You've had your struggles in the original world, haven't you? Don't you think it's a waste not to enjoy the fortune you've stumbled upon here?"

"Let's face it. We are more special than anyone else."

"I-I am special..."

But perhaps it was because she was still a teenager who had not even received her ID in her original world?

Yi Ga-ram, who had only arrived in this world a few months ago, couldn't shake off her anxiety despite following the advice of those who came here before her.

No matter how much this world's powerholders idolized her, the notion of having the right to manipulate the public simply because of tradition felt surreal to her.

"This is a tavern frequented by adults..."

She remembered the curiosity that had flooded her when she first stepped into the place and the hostile glances thrown her way.

Though somewhat daunted, those whom she had expected to start a quarrel quickly diverted their attention back to their drinks upon recognizing her identity.

It was a revelation of how those accustomed to hard and gritty work regarded the beings known as 'heroes'.

As the atmosphere slowly mollified her anxiety, Yi Ga-ram found her lips curving into a smile without realizing it.

"Hehe... Can I really do anything?"

Her initial hesitations started to fade, replaced by the assured voices of those who had come to this world before her.

She recalled their words. She was the protagonist. Those around her were mere NPCs, and enemies were nothing more than sources of experience points.

-Tiriring♬

As she grappled with anticipation and lingering doubts, the sound of a lute began to play.

Drawn to the voice accompanying the lute, her gaze shifted to the woman continuing her performance in the center of the tavern.

She was a minstrel. Her performance was as pure and beautiful as her appearance.

She found myself unwittingly charmed by her performance, but this interest was quickly overshadowed by the advice of the senior heroes, making it not entirely pleasant.

"Once you're in a guild or tavern, it's best to grab the most noticeable person and beat them half to death."

"Beat them half to death...?"

"Yes, the impact is greater when you damage someone who's getting attention~"

"It doesn't matter what reason you choose. As long as you don't kill them, the nobles who support us will shield us anyway."

Heroes were considered superior to adventurers.

To imprint this hierarchy, she had to assert herself, not just as a choice but as a duty.