I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 140: Fanatical Obsession

The war that erupted over the excavation ended in humanity's victory, but it came at a great cost with many sacrifices.

I knew this, so I never considered the victory solely mine. I only accepted the recognition for driving the final nail into the victory and the opportunity to move forward on my own afterward...

"I heard you're a foreign worker. Is that true?"

But what could it be?

Why was there such a deep-seated hatred in the eyes of the man looking down at me now?

"Kuhuhu, yes. A guy who was stuck mining coal in a mine, suddenly awakens incredible power overnight and leads the war to victory? And in a war that involved two of the Four Knights?"

"That's..."

-Clang!

The moment I tried to explain, a swung bottle collided with my head.

It was an attack I could have easily avoided if I had tried.

On the battlefield, experienced through the memories of my other persona, far more fierce and merciless attacks had come my way countless times.

"A foreign worker dealing with the Four Knights? Make some sense! Who do you take us for, huh?"

However, the one in front of me showed no awareness that I was capable of such a thing.

As if they believed their status and influence guaranteed them absolute immunity against me.

"From what I've heard, you must've colluded with the soldiers there to make a convincing report, but such things will eventually come to light after an investigation."

And to some extent, that was true.

I was aware that making a scene here would be suicidal.

Killing the man in front of me would mean facing the surrounding nobles, soldiers, and heroes, and even if I survived that, I'd be making the entire empire my enemy.

"...Come to light? I'm not sure what you mean by that."

Yes, my current patience stemmed from such distant worries. It was not out of submission to the man in front of me, but to protect myself.

"Kuhuhu, keep pretending you don't know. Unless you're a complete fool, I pretty much have a grasp on your obvious intentions~"

But whatever the case, it was clear that I couldn't stand up to this damned pig.

The Lord of Elmat, judging that he had nothing more to lose, began to continue his verbal abuse towards me without restraint.

"You must have been uneasy following a dying, incompetent old commander with your legion, almost getting wiped out. Anyway, to somewhat mitigate that responsibility, having at least one hero who turned the tide of battle to emerge victorious would suffice for saving face, wouldn't it?"

That's absurd.

The soldiers who sacrificed themselves there were all noble and honorable.

They believed in me and threw themselves into the fray because even the corpse of their leading officer fought to protect humanity.

"And they say the dragon's bones were too shattered to retrieve? We lost a lot, and now they're touting an outsider as the hero who wrapped up the victory? What a waste of money."

But Lord Elmat, as if disregarding such sacrifices, instead wanted to vent his frustration, turning things around on me.

Afterward, as he tapped my cheek with his palm, his voice carried a firm belief that his thoughts were not wrong.