Chapter 1088: Rohen Continent (8)

‘He’s excited because he did something good for once.’

[Yes, I did it, God of Sacrifice and Revival!]

Gharbia was obviously excited. He sounded like a salesman who had made his first-ever sale.

‘He’s a little bit too excited. Is this really that exciting?’

[

Haha!

My seniors said I could never do it, but who am I? He ignored me at first, but when I spoke strongly about it, Mr. Woo Hyo-Yeol eventually started talking to me. Yes, I did it. It was all me.]

"..."

[The fact that you’re the God of Sacrifice and Revival is a secret from the mortals, so I couldn’t tell him. If I had told him, the conversation would have been a lot easier. But it doesn’t matter.

Haha

. We told Mr. Woo Hyo-Yeol that we found someone who could help him.]

'But why are you calling him Mr. Woo Hyo-Yeol?'

[After talking about this and that… he finally agreed. He said he would visit you today and asked for your coordinates, so I sent him your coordinates.]

He had just sent the coordinates, so could he really call that a success?

What if he was interested in something else?

‘I won’t recruit you even if you do that.’

"There are some parts that you omitted…"

[

Huh

?]

"You omitted some parts, such as how you convinced him and how the conversation went."

[

Ah

, yes. It’s a bit of a long story to tell you the process of how I convinced him, but I told him that you would provide him with a lot of support…]

"Well, that’s…"

[I told him that he’ll need you and that it’ll be beneficial for him to meet you… and that you were waiting for him…]

"You didn’t record your conversation with him?"

[I didn’t… I’m sorry.]

“...”

‘Damn it. That’s a shame.’

I had no idea what tone or wording he had used to convince him, so I was worried.

What if this tutorial dummy acted too humbly and cowardly? He had been referring to him as Mr. Woo Hyo-Yeol, and he had omitted many things in the middle. 𝐫Ä𐌽Ɵ𝔟Ë𝓢

Perhaps he omitted those details to hide them from me.

[D-Did I make a mistake…]

"Were you acting in a cowardly—"

[No! I didn’t act cowardly!]

Gharbia quickly denied it, but I saw him holding the hem of his pants like a coward.

‘So he really did beg like a coward. He’s an administrator, for crying out loud…’

[I hadn't acted like a coward. Of course, I might’ve shown hints of that while trying to convince him, but for the sake of achieving this result… I’m not embarrassed about my actions.]

“...”

[The important thing is making sure that you and Mr. Woo Hyo-Yeol will meet.]

No, how you made this meeting happen was the most important part rather than the meeting itself. Of course, I wanted to applaud him for making this meeting happen, but…

‘I don’t want him to think I’m too humble…’

It was better for me to play hard to get. It seemed trivial, but this meeting would determine who would have more power in our relationship. If I showed that I desperately wanted Woo Hyo-Yeol, then the blond and tanned thug would have the upper hand.

‘I can’t let him look down on me.’

There was a certain universal fact that described people like him.

‘They're weak toward the strong but strong toward the weak.’

If he believed that there was no one stronger than him, then he wouldn't compromise even for the smallest thing.

[I-I’m sorry, God of Sacrifice and Revival.]

"It’s fine. I won’t scold you too much since you convinced him to meet me."

‘And it’ll just be annoying to keep scolding him…’

He wasn't the type to learn anything, even if I ended up teaching him.

[However, I think it’s best if we send him an official invitation.]

[

Ah

… right! I see.]

"Please send me Mr. Woo Hyo-Yeol’s coordinates. I think setting the exact date and time will be better for both of us. I want to send one of my people to deliver the invitation to him.

"There might be a misunderstanding, so notify him that one of my people will be visiting him."

[Yes, sir!]

I wanted him to know that I wasn’t someone he could come and meet anytime and that I was a busy and prideful intellectual.

“Excuse me… Master?” Bedum said.

[Th-Then, when should I tell him that we’ll be heading there?]

"

I need to know his exact coordinates… to let him know of the time.

"

[

Ah

, I’m sorry. I’ll send them to you now.]

“Master.”

“Master, are you okay?”

I nodded after receiving the coordinates. I turned to the managers staring at me. The debate over tentacles was coming to an end. They seemed worried that they made me uncomfortable, but they seemed pretty relieved when I started talking.

“We’ll need to reschedule our meeting. Something important came up.”

“What? Are you going straight into filming?” one of them asked.

“No, there’s someone I need to meet, and I need all of your help. Regarding today’s meeting, I want you to send me a report after you're finished with your discussion…” I instructed.

“Yes, sir!”

“I want the manager of the security team to head to the coordinates that I’m going to tell you now and deliver a letter to a blond-haired man. It’ll be a short letter, so please wait for me,” I added.

After buying some stationery with the coins, I wrote a letter that showed off my intelligence. The letter contained information about when and where we would meet. It was written in the handwriting of a Sacred Democratic Country elite noble.

It clearly looked like an official invitation. When I closed it with a seal, the werewolf that was looking at me seemed determined. They looked like they were saying that they were going to put their life on the line to complete this mission.

“I will fulfill my mission no matter what,

grr,

” the werewolf said.

“It’s a simple mission. I would like for you to take three werewolves with you. They’re expecting you as well, so approach them as kindly as possible and deliver my letter,” I instructed.

“Yes, sir.”

“The art team…”

The stage and atmosphere were important.

“Is a fallen temple concept possible? It doesn’t have to be that big, just a few pillars and statues. I just need one table and two chairs inside the temple,” I said.

“Yes, we can do that, Master.”

“I would like the makeup team to be on standby. After I’m done washing up—”

“We’ll think hard about your outfit,” they interrupted me.

‘I’ll wash myself squeaky clean.’

The first impression was important. People would go out wearing their best outfit and looking their best on a simple blind date. However, the meeting of two heroes trying to save the continent…

'Is more important...’

I thought about acting weak or perhaps acting like a talented commander. What about acting like a saint in the Democratic Country? If I were weak, I’d look like an idiot, and if I were nice, he’d think of me as a pushover.

The best option here was to show him that I was smart.

After washing up in my camp, I picked out an appropriate outfit. It would be easier if Ji-Hye noona were with me, but the members of the art team had good eyes as well.

“As simple as possible, right, Master?”

“Yes, “ I answered.

“You’ll look good in this as well…”

“And… this one as well. For your accessory…”

“I think it’ll be fine if I wear a lot of accessories. I’ll leave them out, so why don’t you choose?” they suggested.

‘That thug had piercings all over him. His ears alone had several piercings.’

Having something in common would make it easier for me to win him over. I wasn't a fan of wearing anything that was

too

fancy, but I had a feeling that I needed to wear at least two or three accessories. I wore bracelets, wings, and a pair of simple earrings.

“C-Can I really pierce your ears?”

“Hold on. Let me drink the anesthetic potion,” I said.

“One… two…”

“

Ack!

”

“I… haven’t pierced them yet, Master.”

When I looked in the mirror, I saw that I looked pretty convincing. I seemed reasonably capable. I wore a white dress shirt and a pair of clean black pants. I sported the

Monami

[1]look, which was trending at one point.

I thought I looked too modern, so I wore a belt popular in this world.

I carried a few daggers as my accessory. They looked nothing special, but it was special

here

. Looking this clean in a tutorial dungeon where I was supposed to look like a mess was enough proof of my capabilities.

Using werewolves as messengers would make him realize that I wasn’t an ordinary person, but it’d be different once he saw me in person. The art team moved busily to construct our meeting place.

“You just need to wait a little longer, Master,” they said.

“It’s really detailed,” I commented.

“I was wondering where to shine the light to make it look impactful.”

“When Mr. Hyo-Yeol comes in, make the light shine down on me a bit. Also, this place looks a bit too clean. Can you make it look a little more vintage? Have broken things here and there to make this place look old.

"You know what I’m talking about, right?” I asked.

“Yes, I’ll get started on it right away, Master,” the manager answered.

“And the tea… Actually, he probably doesn’t drink tea or coffee…” I mumbled.

“Would you like me to prepare some wine?” they asked.

“No, not wine… I think something like… rum will be good. But maybe it won’t look very classy,” I suggested.

“...”

“You can just serve us tea,” I instructed.

“We’ll prepare Gesheart tea,” they said.

“I don’t know what that is, but—”

“The nobles with a penchant for drinking tea often drink it. It's not usually used in that way, but—”

“That sounds great,” I interrupted them.

“I’ll prepare it right away.”

“We’ll need snacks as well,” I added.

“Yes, sir.”

The plan was perfect, causing me to nod.

The sight of me sitting in the ruined temple bathed in the light pouring down from the ceiling made me look mysterious both objectively and subjectively.

The most important thing to do whenever two people were meeting for the first time was to make the other person become curious. He was a thug, but he’d surely be curious about me because of the light shining down on me.

The fact that I managed to make this kind of atmosphere in the tutorial dungeon was just…

‘You’re amazing, Lee Ki-Young.’

I clearly looked like a competent saint.

'First of all, let's take a seat.'

‘What should we talk about first?’

I had been waiting for him for about eleven minutes now. Although I was annoyed that it was already past our scheduled meeting time, I understood his feelings.

‘He’s a little late… Yeah, I get it. He doesn't seem like the type to be punctual. It’s pretty obvious.’

I waited for him for about an hour.

“It’s only an hour…”

It was a ridiculous thought because one hour quickly became two hours.

“...”

“...”

Thirty minutes later, I finally realized it.

“That scum,” I mumbled.

He stood me up.

Bam!

“You damn scum!” I shouted.

1. Name of a stationery company in Korea. ☜