Chapter 605

Chapter 605

“Shiny skinny bald head man~” Siegfried hummed a tune that only god knew where he heard it from while pulling out all of Kaosin’s hair.

Poof! Poof!

Two tiny creatures appeared on each of Siegfried’s shoulders. One had wings of angels with the name Good Siegfried, while the other had black devilish wings with the name Bad Siegfried.

Good Siegfried and Bad Siegfried weren't created by the game’s system. They were nothing more than hallucinations created by Siegfried’s own conscience.

"Hey, you gotta pull it all out to teach him a lesson. Just do as you always did. What are you hesitating for?" Bad Siegfried whispered into his ear.

However, Good Siegfried disagreed with Bad Siegfried. The good one whispered into Siegfried’s ear, hoping to change his mind. "You shouldn’t do that! Think of your public image!"

"P-Public image?"

"‘Are you aware how much your fans love you? You’re good at the game, you have a great personality, and you’re handsome, too! What do you think your fans will think if they see you making someone go bald? They’re going to be so disappointed, thinking you’re just another piece of trash!"

"R-Really?"

"Yes!"

"I guess you’re right... I should be more mindful of my actions now that everyone knows my face."

However, Bad Siegfried begged to differ.

"Hey, when did you start caring about what other people thought of you?"

"Huh?"

"This isn’t your first rodeo messing someone up, right?"

"T-That was...!"

"Everyone knows that you’re a piece of trash, so what public image are you talking about? A rag will still be a rag no matter how many times you wash it!"

"H-Hey..."

"Just do it! Turn him into a baldy!"

But that was not the end of it...

Good Siegfried gave a counter-argument in response to Bad Siegfried's words.

"But making someone bald is too much!"

"Do you really think so?"

"You've put on quite a show that will be remembered as a legendary match, so why would you do something like that at the very end? Think about all the ladies who will become your fans!"

"T-The ladies...?"

"Women dislike men with rotten personalities!"

"Hmm..."

Bad Siegfried did not back down and immediately whispered into Siegfried’s ears.

"That’s just a load of bullshit! Women love bad boys!"

"Bad boys..."

"Good guys finish last, while bad boys get all the women!"

"Yeah, I don’t want to finish last..."

Siegfried fell into a daze at his consciences' argument.

"Just end it here! Be the bigger man!"

"Do what you do best! Turn him into a baldy!"

"Think of your reputation!"

"You’re already a piece of trash! You can’t be recycled!"

"That’s not something you should do to someone else!"

"He deserves more than becoming bald!"

Good Siegfried and Bad Siegfried relentlessly argued their case in Siegfried’s head. Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

“Ughh... W-What should I do...?” Siegfried muttered, groaning in agony. He agonized over his dilemma for quite a while before he finally made up his mind.

“My reputation...” Siegfried seemed to have decided to listen to Good Siegfried's advice, but he suddenly grabbed a handful of Kaosin’s hair and exclaimed, “...To hell with it!”

Then, he ripped Kaosin’s hair from his scalp and cackled like a madman. “Kyahaha! I’ll do whatever I want!”

In the end, Siegfried decided to do whatever he wanted rather than pretend to be a nice guy.

Moreover, Kaosin had enmity with him as well, and he had sold his soul to the Church of Osric, so he decided that Kaosin wasn't worth sparing regardless of what would happen to his reputation.

Right after Siegfried made up his mind...

“Thank you.”

It was time to interview the champion of the tournament.

“Erm... Han Tae-Sung?”

“Yes?”

“That is... Was there a reason for what you did in the last round?” the reporter asked as carefully as she could.

“Ah, you mean that? You see, I have some bad blood with Kwon Oh-Shin,” Tae-Sung replied as if he had been waiting for the question.

“Huh?”

“Everything is in here, so feel free to look at it,” Tae-Sung said, passing a USB to the reporter. Then, he explained, “He tried to frame me and even said things that normal people would not dare say to someone else. In fact, he even wanted to do such a cruel act in today’s match, too, so I was quite offended by his actions.”

“I-Is that so?”

“That’s the recording from my end. I’m sure you can get a better copy if you request the off-the-record file from the tournament organizers.”

“Ah! I see!”

“To be honest, I should’ve just been the bigger man and let it go, but I got really upset so...” Tae-Sung muttered, lowering his gaze and feigning regret before continuing, “I really should’ve been the bigger man, but I couldn’t do that. I deeply apologize to everyone and especially to Kwon Oh-Shin.”

“Ah, so something like that actually happened?" the reporter replied. Then, she added, “We are now preparing the files, so please bear with us for a minute.”

The recordings were played exactly after a minute.

– Hey, you bleep bastard.

– I’m going to kill you, you son of a bleep.

– I’ll make sashimi out of you, you bleep.

– You’re dead... bleep... Hehe...

The words Kwon Oh-Shin said to Tae-Sung was broadcasted live for everyone to hear.

Of course, they did not forget to censor Kwon Oh-Shin's cursing.

***

The organizers had no other choice but to work on the recording and let the world hear it. What Tae-Sung had done to Kwon Oh-Shin in the final round caused a media frenzy, and they had to do something about it before all hell broke loose.

Their best course of action was to put the winner, Tae-Sung, on a pedestal while making it look like Kwon Oh-Shin deserved what happened to him. Then, they could only hope that the issue would simmer down shortly afterward.

“Ah, so something like that happened. Is that why you did what you did?” the reporter asked after listening to the recording.

“It is all my fault...” Tae-Sung replied with his head down. Then, he continued in a voice that sounded as if he could cry any second. “Kwon Oh-Shin was just being competitive, but I couldn’t contain my anger and...”

“Haha...”

“I will strive to control my emotions from now on and become a better person. I would like to apologize to my fans once again for what I have shown this time.”

“Ah, I understand what you mean, but please do not feel so bad about it. This is a joyous occasion after all! Congratulations on winning the tournament! You are the champion!”

“Thank you, and also...”

“Yes?”

“I will be donating half of the prize money, two and a half billion won, to the victims of the recent typhoon.”

“What?! A-Are you sure?!” the reporter exclaimed, shocked at his words.

Tae-Sung was going to donate two and a half billion won? Who in their right mind would give up such a sum of money? However, Tae-Sung had his reasons for donating such a big amount. ‘I’m already dying just trying to keep up with my taxes, so I should spend it this way at least...’

His growing income had given birth to a massive problem—his tax bill. Thus, he had been looking for ways to spend his money, and this was the perfect opportunity for him to do so. He remembered his accountant mentioning that there were numerous advantages to donating money, so he decided to donate half of his prize money.

‘I’m doing something good and improving my reputation at the same time. The victims of the typhoon are already suffering, so I’m definitely doing good by helping them.

'Is this what they call killing two birds with one stone? Hoho! Money sure is good!’ Tae-Sung thought. Yes, two and a half billion won was indeed a lot of money, but this was a sum he could earn anytime he wanted.

The announcement of his intention to donate half of his prize money caused a radical shift in the public’s opinion.

After the recordings were made public, the general public unanimously agreed that Kwon Oh-Shin deserved what happened to him. Meanwhile, the public started seeing Tae-Sung in a completely different light after he had publicly vowed to donate half of his prize money to the victims of the recent typhoon.

Well, Kwon Oh-Shin’s reputation was already bad to begin with, so this made it easier for the public to choose their side. Thus, Han Tae-Sung was congratulated by every BNW gamer in the world while Kwon Oh-Shin hit rock bottom.

“Then, congratulations on winning the tournament once again. We hope to see more of you in the future.”

“Thank you.”

Tae-Sung managed to wash his reputation even after doing something so horrible to another gamer. He wrapped up the interview and headed back to his waiting room, where his friends and family were waiting for him.

“Huh?”

Tae-Sung’s eyes shot wide open after he saw a familiar face in the corridor.

She was none other than...

“Tae-Sung Oppa.”

Yong Tae-Pung’s daughter, Yong Seol-Hwa.