[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 303

“Ah, the fleeting nature of life.”

[⚔️LOLOLOLOL]

[⚔️Almost became a grand wizard, but oops.]

Even while driving away from the airport, the viewers keep chattering.

“Kkabi is doing this. I really wanna spam Hellfire.”

[⚔️LOLOLOLOLOLOL]

[⚔️Damn, she really flew all the way to the US and back.]

Even though it was just a quick face-to-face, time flew by and two whole days passed.

“Don’t you know romance? Romance costs money.”

[⚔️Haha]

[⚔️The Approval Association approves.]

[⚔️What about Baekseol and Danpung?]

“Baekseol and Danpung are in the passenger seat.”

When I lower the mount installed on the dashboard, Baekseol and Danpung appear on the screen.

*Crunch, crunch.*

“Too busy eating.”

“Bbit?”

Danpung, sensing my gaze, stops munching on sunflower seeds and looks at me.

“No, go ahead and eat.”

“Bbiit.”

I pat Danpung’s head, and it closes its eyes tightly and wags its tail.

[⚔️LOL they’re both so cute]

[⚔️You’re cuter]

[⚔️Shy]

“Ugh, you guys are ridiculous.”

[⚔️LOLOLOLOLOL]

[⚔️Talk nicely, Room Master-nim]

“I learned it from you guys.”

[⚔️True LOL]

[⚔️Ugh, trash]

[⚔️The Room Master would be perfect if they just kept their mouth shut]

[⚔️FR LOL]

[⚔️The fact is, there are few who can make the Room Master shut up]

[⚔️A damn pretty swearing doll]

[⚔️Tears are falling over this tragic reality, boohoo]

***

Opening the yard gate and getting back in the car, the familiar smell hits me anew.

“The smell of chicken in the car is overwhelming.”

[⚔️Let’s have it with beer]

[⚔️Should we order now?]

“This isn’t for me, but remember those kids who ate pork belly at our place? The ones who live over there. I bought this for them. I gave them a card to use, but they’re being shy and only using it little by little.”

[⚔️Oh, but wouldn’t it be better to just donate to an official organization?]

“Enough. I’ve said it many times, but I’m barely managing to take care of the people around me.”

Lately, I heard that Man-wook’s subordinate, Ahn Dong-gwang, has been visiting often to take care of things.

It feels like one less worry. It’s incredibly reassuring.

“We’re here. Everyone, get out!”

“Okay!”

“Bbit!”

*Click.*

After parking at the yard I always use in front of the house, I open the door, and the two of them jump out.

“You’ve been through a lot, getting in the car right after getting off the plane. Let some air into your nose.”

“Okay!”

“Bbiit!”

Baekseol and Danpung start running around the wide yard, playing.

[⚔️Baekseol is one thing, but didn’t they say Danpung is from the streets? Why isn’t it running away?]

[⚔️LOL they’re so cute playing together]

[⚔️The Room Master is a druid, so it doesn’t run away]

─Chik, chik.

“Whew.”

“Ugh─”

As soon as I light the cigarette, the back of my head starts to ache.

A group of people is staring at me from the wide-open entrance of the yard. They’re familiar faces.

I gesture to the person at the front, and they hesitantly approach.

“Uh, from Yangjin Daily…”

“Journalist Jo Seung-tae.”

“Ah…! Yes, that’s right! I’m Jo Seung-tae.”

He seems surprised that I recognized him, his face lighting up with joy.

He’s a big-shot reporter from a major daily newspaper that covers everything from economy, industry, distribution, entertainment, to politics.

Thanks to him, we were able to leave a good impression and promote Serenade.

“Hey, why so stiff? We’re close, aren’t we?”

“Haha…”

I pull out a wad of cash from my wallet and slip it into Jo Seung-tae’s pocket, glancing around to see if anyone’s watching.

Probably because of the other reporters at the yard entrance.

“Can’t see it, can’t see it. It’s blocked by your back.”

“Ahem!”

[⚔️Room Master, show us too]

[⚔️Did the reporter come?]

“I need to talk business. You guys keep an eye on Baekseol and Danpung playing. We can’t have any accidents.”

[⚔️Got it]

[⚔️Yes sir]

[⚔️Healing achieved]

I extend the folded legs of the phone mount, point it toward where the two are playing, and even mute it.

“What brings you here?”

“I came to cover why you went to the U.S.”

“I was trying to get some combat helicopters and Hellfire missiles, but it didn’t go well.”

“Huh?”

Jo Seung-tae looks stunned.

“I was planning to switch to being a wizard.”

“Ah…”

Seems like it’s about Grandfather Herman.

The incident with the three grandfathers I met at the yacht party is something I’ve kept quiet about, so it’s been brushed aside. But anyone who’s seen my broadcast even a little would be suspicious.

That’s probably why he rushed here so urgently.

Every time reporters swarm, I make sure to act out, so it’s manageable. If not, they’d have swarmed like ants by now.

“You know it’s hard to reveal that side of things, right? I can’t cause trouble.”

“Ah!”

Still, he seems reassured by my words, his face brightening.

It seems like just satisfying his curiosity has eased his mind.

“If that day ever comes, the world will be in an uproar.”

“It’s not that I’m great, it’s the grandfathers who are amazing.”

“Understood. By the way…”

Jo Seung-tae pulls something out from his pocket.

It’s a USB flash drive.

“What’s that?”

“The Ache Lineup is out.”

“Huh? Why do you have that?”

“Since I’m somewhat of an entertainment reporter, I have connections.”

Having ties with reporters means you end up receiving all sorts of weird stuff.

“You didn’t have to give me that. Do you need something?”

“Ahem.”

Seems like this was the right answer, as he clears his throat.

“Idol sports events gather a lot of celebrities, so incidents and accidents are frequent. That’s probably why…”

“The selection process for entry journalists is quite strict.”

“Aha. So you’re asking to be let in, right?”

Journalist Jo Seung-tae nods.

“That would be the PD’s exclusive authority, wouldn’t it? If I intervene, wouldn’t they get upset? There might be some interests involved that I’m not aware of.”

“People say the Achedol PD has a gentle personality, but when it comes to work, they’re known for being meticulous, so that might be the case.”

Grabbing journalists by the collar isn’t something you can do every time; it’s not a sustainable strategy.

At this point, it might be a good idea to keep a close connection with one journalist.

“Since you’ve written good articles about Serenade and helped us out, I’ll bring it up. But don’t get your hopes up too much.”

“Thank you!”

I extend my hand, and Journalist Jo Seung-tae smiles and shakes it.

“Let’s work well together in the future.”

“That’s what I should be saying. Let’s work well together.”

The company may be big, but that doesn’t mean everyone in it is financially well-off.

Seeing people running around for business here, it seems everyone is busy making a living, even if the forms vary.

“Then, I’ll be going.”

“Alright, take care on your way in.”

Journalist Jo Seung-tae gives a light bow and leaves.

“Whew—”

*Tap.*

While talking, the cigarette had burned down completely. I flick it off and head over to the mount, where viewers are still enthusiastically chatting and having fun.

Maybe I’m not really needed here.

“Ah, can you hear me? I unmuted.”

[⚔️Yeah, I can hear you.]

[⚔️Done with work?]

“Done. Guys, let’s go.”

“Okay!”

“Pit!”

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Now, I think I’d actually feel weird if all this noise wasn’t here.

The weight feels real because I’ve got precious friends on my shoulders and in my hands.

“Wow, so many people showed up.”

There are more reporters waiting at the entrance of the yard than I expected.

[⚔️At this point, isn’t the room master’s address more public than a gas station’s open bathroom?]

[⚔️LOL for real tho]

“That’s too harsh.”

[I’m worried about stalking or something.]

[⚔️Yeah, I’m worried about the stalker’s safety.]

[???]

As I pass the entrance of the yard, the reporters’ heads turn to follow me.

They’ve all had their run-ins with me before, so they’re just holding their positions because of orders from above.

Just as I think no one’s stopping me, someone blocks my path and shoves a small camera in my face.

“Han Ga-eul! I’m Jeon Byeong-cheol from On the Morning.”

“Are you new?”

“Yes…?”

At my one-liner, the other reporters near Jeon Byeong-cheol scatter in a hurry.

“This is an old neighborhood, even the CCTV coverage is spotty. You sure you’re confident?”

“Are you threatening me right now?”

“Threats only work if the other person gets scared.”

“This is being recorded…!”

*Crunch!*

I grab the camera being shoved at me, and it shatters instantly.

“Does that feel like a threat now?”

“……”

“Let’s get some proper training for the newbies, reporters. I’m not a celebrity, so why are you shoving cameras at me?”

As I look around and speak, the reporters all avoid eye contact.

“Answer me.”

*Whoooosh—!*

Then, a loud siren blares, hitting my ears.

Along with the thick black smoke slowly rising nearby.

[⚔️Looks like there’s a fire.]

[⚔️The room master’s neighborhood has narrow streets, so fire trucks probably can’t get in.]

[⚔️People parked all over the street tho lol]

“Please tell me the fire isn’t at my house.”

***

───

[Breaking News) Room Master goes to America to get a Hellfire Missile]

Yeah (146.11)

They really went.

Currently on the way back.

[ㅇㅇ]: The title is amazing lolololol

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ]: The fact that this is real is killing me.

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ]: It’s not a concept, she’s genuinely gone off the deep end lol.

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ]: Properly lost it.

[ㅇㅇ]: We’re living in the Room Master’s era…!

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ]: So freaking funny lol.

───

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