"The hero will be visiting this street soon, so everyone make way!"
About two months had passed since the leader of the rebels was captured by me.
I was spending my time touring the empire, carrying out the orders given by the Imperial Family.
Though it was merely participating in parades and making appearances, it was still meaningful to the public who needed hope.
"Is that the famous hero?"
"Yeah, I heard he defeated a demon officer and a red knight."
"Both of them are dangerous foes."
"No wonder the Imperial Family is supporting him."
As my reputation grew, the procession of carriages following me lengthened, and I could feel the people's opinions of me becoming increasingly positive.
Despite the unfavorable deeds of past heroes, the evaluations were generally positive.
This was likely because, unlike those who were chosen as heroes based solely on their abilities, I was recognized as a hero based on my achievements.
"Thanks to you, things have gotten better. Now we won't be attacked by the undead when we go on expeditions."
"Come to think of it, there have been fewer undead attacks lately, haven't there?"
"Their forces have been halved, so we can't consider the undead a threat to humanity anymore."
"Now, if we can deal with the Demon Army and the Furry Tribe, things will be like they used to be..."
The tangible results achieved this way, combined with the Imperial Family's direct promotion, created an unprecedented level of impact.
The hope created by all these factors inspired the crowd, leading to enthusiastic cheers wherever I went.
"Stay strong, Hero Woo Hyo-sung!"
"You are our hope!"
"Woo Hyo~! Woo Hyoooooo~!!"
...If only I didn't have to hear that damn "Woo Hyo" chant.
Damn it, my ability is to imprint my name, so why do they all call me that?
-Swoosh!
At that moment, a small shadow shot out from the crowd, cutting through the air and quickly flying towards me.
No, I sensed the threat before I could even react visually.
Since I perceived it so quickly, responding wasn't difficult.
-Smash!
Despite that, I didn't dodge; I gathered my mana to block the attack.
It didn't hurt, but it was enough to cause discomfort.
A soldier who belatedly noticed the situation urgently called out to me, and soon the soldiers in the procession began to gather around me one by one.
"Hero! Are you okay?!"
"...Yes, I'm fine."
The well-formed procession stopped, and the cheering crowd became chaotic as they realized what had happened.
Concerned that the atmosphere would worsen further, I casually brushed off the stone-struck part of my head and smiled nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry for the delayed response. Let's continue."
"No, we can't let the person who attacked you go unpunished. We will immediately find and bring them to you..."
"Please, hold on."
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I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents
Боевик[the i do not own and fanfic that is heavily inspired by the original work][Author(s)글로벌레[dark fantasy] Description [Unique Trait - Those you meet will remember you. No matter what happens, they will remember you forever.] In a world on the brink of...
