I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 147: Become Famous First

Park Byeong-bin.

The first time I met him was, as always, after witnessing the foolish death of a hero I was serving.

The idiot hero, who let his guard down thinking it was just a petty bandit subjugation and died in a trap, and his followers, who were still arrogantly acting up after the death of the hero, their source of confidence, ended up getting their throats slit...

Only I managed to beg for my life and survive, but that was merely prolonging my breath for a moment as I was destined to be sold into slavery in a secret place afterwards.

However, giving up because of a miserable situation would also lose any chance of seizing hope.

Relying solely on that thought to endure, he appeared like a hero, defeating those who had captured me and extended a hand of salvation.

"I heard it was an organization donating slaves to the rebel forces of the empire, but you seem to have been quite harshly tortured."

"...Who are you?"

"Hmm, do you not remember me? It seems we had met once before at the guild."

"Met, we have...?"

"You particularly stood out in my memory, and I've thought of you often. Now that we've met like this, it feels like fate. Let me take you to the guild first; shall we have a detailed talk?"

It was a meeting too insignificant for me to remember at the time.

But he considered the memory etched by my abilities as fate and welcomed me as his companion.

Being by his side was much better than being with other heroes.

He valued righteousness and cooperation unlike other heroes, and therefore, never treated those around him recklessly.

In fact, despite his high status as a hero, he didn't cling to his authority and wished to maintain an egalitarian relationship with those around him.

"Excuse me, Hero Park Byeong-bin."

"It's not Byeong-bin, but B."

"But your real name is written on the contract..."

"That's merely a name for disguise. My true name is B; do not call me that again."

"...Ah, yes. Regardless, you said I can speak informally with you from now on, right?"

"Haha, how could there be a distinction among comrades who wandered through death together? It's uncomfortable to be formal, so feel free to speak informally."

"Alright, then I'm counting on you from now on, Byeong-bin."

"It's not Byeong-bin, it's B."

Even though one might get upset over the frivolous attitude beyond informal speech, he treated it like a minor joke and coolly let it slide.

Such a trait quickly bridged the distance between him and others.

It made me hope that, if allowed, we could continue to be equal, like friends.

"My friend, what do you think of the current empire?"

"About the empire?"

"Well, I'm a bit curious. No matter how much I, as a hero, fight for the people, I can't understand their perspective without listening to their stories."

As we became closer, sometimes we would engage in serious Q&A sessions.

Occasionally, during camping or having a drink at a tavern as an afterparty, he would sit across from me and often engage in social or philosophical discussions.