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◈ The Seven-Time Hero Goes Live ◈
Chapter 6: Mass-Produced Julian (3)
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It was only for a moment.
There was a burst of static, and for about one second.
-Huh? lol Where even is this?
-You can connect here too?
-Hi hi
Text appeared.
Only a tiny amount.
‘What?’
By the time Jun-il realized what it was, the text had already vanished.
Flash!
While Jun-il stood there blankly for a moment, Suyeon reached for one of his side dishes.
Snap!
Jun-il swung his chopsticks with incredible speed.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“!?”
Snatch.
The food went straight back into Jun-il's mouth.
Suyeon stared at him in disbelief.
‘Wow... He's insanely fast.’
* * *
Meanwhile, at Fairy Corporation.
“Wow! Pam! Three hits in a row! And this one's a massive hit!”
Ham went around Branch Three, blowing a fanfare and spreading the news everywhere.
“Your dream of becoming a modern-fantasy fairy really isn't far off now!”
Pam's current assets were 2 Afterglow and 300 Heart.
If she earned another 3 Afterglow and 700 Heart, she would have the 5 Afterglow needed to buy a modern story setting.
“Ham. Don't make such a fuss.”
“Kyaruru.”
Even as she said that, Pam did not mind Ham clinging to her today.
Other fairies came over to congratulate her too.
“Wow, Pam. That's amazing. I foolishly got into cyberpunk, and I still haven't even saved up 1 Afterglow...”
“Damn. I should've just sold medieval stories too.”
“Going all in on medieval is the answer. Pam was right. This season is a bust for me.”
Pam had focused solely on medieval stories.
She saved costs, and her expertise kept growing.
The other fairies mistook that for the key to her success.
‘The real key is having the same protagonist.’
Most fairies overlooked it because they did not closely examine other people's projects.
But the core strategy was using the same protagonist three times in a row.
Of course, fairies who took an excessive interest in other people's projects knew that.
“Hmph. What kind of Story Fairy uses the same protagonist three times in a row?”
Ram was jealous.
“That kind of thing will bring disaster down on you someday. Kiriri!”
Ram ground their teeth and left.
“Wow. They're really spiteful.”
Even gentle Ham said that much. Ram was seething with malice.
“Let them try.”
Pam pressed a button.
[Hero Transfer]
The fourth story setting was ready.
Since she always handled medieval stories, it took very little time to prepare the setup.
She did not even need to spend time picking a hero. The efficiency was incredible.
‘Let's do this again, Yulian.’
Pam grinned greedily.
* * *
On the way out after eating a spicy pork set meal.
“Whew. That was good.”
“Seriously. Next time, just order two extra-large portions.”
“That would be too much.”
“I didn't get enough because you stole all my food...”
Suyeon was complaining when they heard a loud noise.
Vrooooom!
‘Huh?’
It was a motorcycle.
And it was charging straight toward him.
How fast was that thing going on a two-lane road!?
‘That lunatic!’
Jun-il cursed inwardly and moved.
It happened in an instant.
Tap-tap-tap!
He stepped up a smooth wall with no footholds.
Moving as nimbly as a cat, he clung to the wall.
Craaaash!
The motorcycle slammed into the building wall on its own.
It was a massive accident.
“You bastard! Are you drunk!? You could've killed someone...!”
Jun-il was about to unleash a stream of curses at the rider.
“Ah.”
Only then did Jun-il realize someone was wriggling under his arm.
“O-oppa... I think I'm going to throw up...”
‘Huh?’
He had run to the wall and clung to it with Suyeon tucked under his arm.
From Suyeon's perspective, she had suddenly been thrown onto a roller coaster right after eating.
“Bleurgh!”
“!?”
Suyeon threw up all her spicy pork.
“Why did you steal food if you were going to do that?”
Bzzzt.
Then Jun-il saw it again.
-LOLLLL What is this? So damn funny.
-Wow, he's insanely fast lol.
-Huh? LMAO.
-Bleurgh.
‘Huh... I can see them again?’
Then someone shouted from the top of the building.
“W-watch out! The flowerpot...!”
Bam!
A forty-five-kilogram flowerpot fell from the building and struck Jun-il directly on the head.
* * *
As always, Yulian opened his eyes in bed, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
‘Damn it... Send me over peacefully.’
Only then did he realize.
All of that had happened to send him to another world.
“Hero, open your eyes...”
“Move.”
“Pardon?”
He acted exactly as he had during the third run.
Keeping conversation with the princess to a minimum, he gathered armor and potions.
‘So far, it's always similar.’
He had worried that his high score last time might create too many variables.
But the beginning of the story was nearly identical. It would not have been an exaggeration to call it exactly the same.
That was ideal for Jun-il.
‘My goal is to perform at the same level as the third run.’
His goal was not an A.
‘It's B+.’
He wanted to get B+ quickly, many times.
The princess he had pushed aside approached him.
“Hero. His Majesty the King requests an audience.”
“I have to kill the Demon King. No time.”
“...H-how do you know that you must subjugate the Demon King?”
“Uh... Well...”
The detailed dialogue and worldbuilding differed.
But Yulian was a veteran now.
Even when he went off script a little, he simply acted shamelessly.
He pointed at himself and smiled.
“Because I'm the Hero.”
“Ah...”
The princess covered her mouth, her face reddening.
Yulian quickly finished preparing and left the royal castle.
Bzzzzzt.
-Who is this guy lol.
-This is dumb, but it's fun.
-Look at his adaptability.
-Because I'm the Hero...
-What even lol.
-He's so straightforward.
The response was good.
Similar to the third run.
Maybe even a little better.
‘They show up faster now.’
Was it because he had seen them a few times in the modern world?
It felt as though he saw the Constellations more often.
* * *
Just as Yulian intended, the fourth run progressed almost identically to the third.
If their companions' faces and names had been hidden, it would have been fair to call it the same story.
The difference was that many more members of the opposite sex came up to him and tried to seduce him.
‘This is different from the third run...’
For some reason, they said they liked how relaxed he seemed.
‘Is this a trap?’
It looked like a trap to him.
He already knew far too well that the Constellations would not like romance.
Yulian rejected every one of them without hesitation.
“Get lost, all of you.”
Yulian was trying to erase not just romance, but emotion itself.
There was no way he would waver.
‘No romance. No emotions.’
This was all just a journey toward an apartment with a view of the Han River.
-LOL, he's an absolute wall.
-Yulian's got steel underwear lol.
-Why is him shutting them down so funny?
-I like this protagonist.
The comments got better every time he rejected someone.
And finally.
“Diiie!”
Yulian's signature move.
With a Mana Storm Sword Strike, the Demon King burned to death in a burst of white.
This time, Yulian was not even out of breath.
“Nice!”
“Yulian! Yulian!”
His companions, who had practically become a cheering squad by now, ran over to congratulate him.
[The End]
The story came to an end.
“Kyaruru...”
“What was the score?”
Yulian sheathed his sword and asked mechanically.
Pam felt hurt instead.
“L-let's at least say hello, Yulian.”
“The score first.”
“Kyaruru...! You're so impatient. Fine!”
Ping!
[Evaluation: B+]
It was the same grade.
‘Good.’
Yulian was satisfied.
It was exactly what he had aimed for.
‘And faster, too.’
He was earning his target grade faster.
It was practically factory-level optimization.
‘I should still aim for A eventually.’
Of course, that did not mean he would not analyze the result.
Reviewing and preparing ahead were the basics of managing grades.
“Show me the data.”
“O-okay.”
Pam displayed the numbers like a spreadsheet.
‘The last one...’
[7,234]
The final score had risen slightly from last time.
There was practically no difference, but Yulian was satisfied.
‘Mm. Good.’
The time it took to achieve it was different.
“You did this in only one year. Kyaruru... Even I'm surprised, Yulian.”
Just one year.
It was fast enough to surprise Pam.
“Well, doing the same thing again is my specialty.”
That was right.
Even if Jun-il had no outstanding talents, his persistence was exceptional.
And how did he use that persistence?
Through repetition and mastery.
It was a product of the Korean rote-learning system.
‘It works extremely well here.’
There was no better early education for becoming a professional hero who repeated similar things.
Yulian skimmed the data, made mental notes, and asked.
“When's the next one? I'm not used to spending a whole month in the modern world anymore.”
Yulian now found the modern world harder to adjust to.
“Um... It'll start speeding up soon. At the fastest, maybe a week?”
“Okay. But next time, at least give me a sign before ramming into me. I keep dodging.”
“The problem is that you keep dodging it...”
“Then use a plane or something.”
Yulian returned to everyday life.
A week later.
Whoooooosh!
An actual plane came charging into his home.
‘At least it's easy to tell now.’
No plane would crash into a studio apartment unless he was headed to another world.
Yulian simply closed his eyes and accepted the plane.
Crash!
He became the hero of the fifth run.
From then on, he had the air of a seasoned professional.
He kept shaving down a route that seemed impossible to reduce beyond one year.
Eight months later.
Crash!
“Diiie!”
Yulian, a veteran at optimizing routes, cut down the Demon King.
Slash!
“Kya... Kyaruru?”
Without even looking at Pam, he sheathed his sword and asked.
“The score?”
“B... B+.”
[Evaluation: B+]
Pam was flustered.
Then another plane crashed into him.
The sixth run.
Crash!
“Die!”
The Demon King died again.
Amazingly, he cut another month off and took only seven months.
“Kyaruru? H-how much faster are you going to get?”
“The score?”
[Evaluation: B+]
Another plane, the seventh run, the Demon King...
“Die.”
Craaaaaash!
It took six months.
It was enough to make one worry that someone might publish a three-month Demon King crash-course book.
His companions cheered at his bold sword strike.
“Woooo! Yulian! Yulian!”
“Yeah. Yeah. Right. Right.”
Yulian sounded completely unmoved.
“We won. We did it. Yay.”
-Where's his soul?
-Why does this bastard Yulian sound like that? lol.
-Yulian is just bad at showing emotions ㅠㅠ
-It's even more moving that he's trying hard not to get emotional...
-This restrained emotion of Yulian's really leaves an impression...
-This is real friendship, fuck.
The funny part was that the Constellations liked it even more.
They read more into things than there was to read.
‘What a world...’
When he was tempted by the princess, they hated the princess.
But when he treated her like he was brushing her aside, they loved it.
During the first run, when he had genuinely felt friendship with his companions, they called him an emotional loser and insulted him.
This time, they felt as though they had seen true friendship.
‘Friendship, my ass. The Constellations and I are closer to real friends.’
His friendship with the Constellations?
He was half serious.
By now, Yulian felt more familiar with the Constellations than with his companions.
‘I've started seeing them almost in real time, after all.’
The comments from the Constellations appeared as quickly as the Demon King's head flew off.
By the seventh run, he saw them after practically every incident.
-It was an easy enough read.
-Enjoyed it. The ending was good.
-It's fun!
-I don't get why people praise this, but I did read it all.
-Just average. Nothing more, nothing less.
He was used to even these picky evaluations now.
The score was accurate, after all.
“The score?”
“Kya... ruru?”
[Evaluation: B+]
The evaluation returned the same grade with eerie consistency.
He had maintained B+.
“Transfer 400 million won.”
“Yes, sir!”
* * *
After completing the seventh run, the hero Yulian returned home...
No, Moon Jun-il.
“Whew. I'm tired.”
He returned home and checked his bank balance.
His fatigue vanished.
[₩2,340,000,000]
“Finally!”
2.34 billion won.
That was the money he had neatly saved after living expenses.
‘This is enough to cover the registration and acquisition taxes, too.’
He could pay the taxes exactly.
He had enough to buy his dream apartment outright.
That was right.
His dream had come true.
“I did iiiit!”
The rush was incomparable to cutting off the Demon King's head.
He shouted and threw a punch without thinking.
Unfortunately, it hit the wall of his studio apartment.
Crash!
At most, it should have ended with his fist hurting a little.
Instead, an enormous sound rang out.
Rumble...!
‘Huh?’
No way.
Jun-il thought he must be mistaken.
‘What is this?’
There was a hole in the wall.
Made by his fist.
‘...’
The first thought that came to mind was:
‘How much will this cost?’
He hoped it would not be enough to interfere with buying the apartment.
Then Jun-il shook his head.
‘No, you lunatic.’
This would only cost a few million won.
The repair bill was not important.
Look at how serious this was.
He had punched through a building wall!
‘This can't possibly be normal, can it?’
He had noticed a few strange things before.
But he was usually normal, and only abnormal sometimes, so he had simply lived with it.
Now, he had no choice but to realize it.
‘Is the strength I had as a hero gradually transferring over?’
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