〈 Chapter 244 〉 Epilogue – Sung Yoo-rang (Complete)

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I still couldn’t forget that day.

The memory of countless people cheering for Allen during the broadcast… I would probably never forget it for the rest of my life.

“That was amazing.”

The day I found Miss Mint Lemon on the street.

I returned to Miss Mint Lemon’s studio and turned the broadcast back on.

Without taking a break, I started the show again.

I didn’t particularly mention the identity of the Hundred Braves to the people.

Who would believe it anyway?

That the fate of Earth depended on a mere game character.

So all I could do was help people immerse themselves in Allen.

Despite losing so much and being beaten by the strong… Allen Pleuk eventually reached the High Priest, the mastermind behind it all.

Encouraging people to cheer for him.

That was the best I could do for Allen.

I thought that perhaps doing so might allow for Allen’s transformation into a Demon King, and it turned out I was right.

In the end, after successfully becoming a Demon King, Allen defeated the High Priest and saved the world.

“Of course, not many people on Earth know that fact.”

Anyway, with that, everything came to an end.

…or so I thought.

The world continued to move, and many things happened afterward.

First, Allen’s memories that came to me.

It seemed that with various techniques, it wasn’t impossible to erase them.

But since it didn’t cause much inconvenience in maintaining my existence as “me,” I decided to just leave it alone.

“Just excluding the swordsmanship that sometimes comes out unconsciously.”

And the broadcast.

After the show ended, I was hit with a momentary sense of emptiness.

Thanks to Miss Mint Lemon, who could be considered a senior, I could hold up a bit.

But that didn’t mean I started broadcasting again.

I gained temporary fame, but honestly, it was all thanks to Allen, and I didn’t think I was particularly talented.

So I chose to leave the broadcasting to the naturally gifted broadcaster, Miss Mint Lemon.

Meanwhile, since the Hundred Braves was a game with a clear purpose, it naturally followed the course toward service termination.

It seems that the signals from that world have completely ceased.

Moreover, the closure itself was quite tidy.

This time, since the service termination was officially confirmed, the necessary administrative procedures and refund processes were carried out swiftly.

Thanks to that, while there were those who felt regret, there were no unreasonable complaints.

And lastly…

Me.

In fact, they had mentioned they could take responsibility for me until the very end.

After all, I was someone who had been dragged in rather than volunteered.

Regardless of whether I had received help in that process, their faults were indeed evident.

However, I declined all their help.

Just being thankful for them fixing my leg was enough.

The only thing I reluctantly accepted was the 100 million they offered, saying it was from the broadcast earnings.

It was a significant amount.

It wasn’t enough to coast through life, though.

But…

“Swordsmanship (B) should be enough.”

It’s definitely better than having nothing.

That being said, what was far more important was what I would do moving forward.

Tap, tap.

I thought about the future.

What should I do on Earth, a place without Gods, Demon Kings, or magic?

Well, to be honest, I was still contemplating that.

What should I do?

Perhaps it would be a dilemma I’d ponder for a lifetime.

However, for now, I decided to do what I wanted right away.

– [The Hero’s Journey has Ended] _Game Planning.pdf

I joined a game company.

A long period of being a recluse.

Ironically, it was a game that helped me break free from it.

If I had given up on training Allen at the 100th try.

If I hadn’t attempted the 101st training.

Could I have stood up again?

I really don’t know.

But one thing is certain: I too want to help others.

Of course, it doesn’t seem easy.

Making a game that balances fun while being helpful to someone, after all.

Still… if even one person who plays this game receives help, that would be enough.

Click

I sent the email and stood up.

Then I headed to the window.

Cars filled the road.

People crossing the crosswalk.

It was an ordinary sight, just like any other day.

At the same time…

It was an incredibly precious everyday life.

Ding!

Checking my messages, it was Miss Mint Lemon.

I replied that I was about to leave work and then returned to my seat.

Just as I was about to tidy up the open windows and turn off the monitor.

Zzzztt.

In that moment.

With a brief noise, something short was written in the notepad.

“Good job.”

I knew exactly who had said that.

I don’t know how there was even a brief connection, but…

“You did a great job too, Allen.”

I blinked.

Then the notepad automatically closed.

While blankly staring at the empty wallpaper, I smiled and turned off my computer.

And… returned to my everyday life.

Ding ding ding…

“Yes, I’m leaving now… You said there’s good news, so hurry up? I’m feeling anxious.”

– I became the 101st Hero (Complete) –