The heroes in the men’s bath numbered about fifty. Hundreds of males of various races, presumably the heroes’ companions, were mixed in as well. That was equivalent to half of the heroes summoned to the Southern Continent.

  I didn’t think there were only male heroes in Sleyas’s nest. It was difficult to confirm right now, but there were likely the remaining fifty in the women’s bath. The ratio of the heroes’ gender was approximately one to one. This wasn’t my guess, but something confirmed in the Western Continent.

  As I am a man, I want to take sides with other men a little bit, but I objectively thought that the number of social misfits was overwhelmingly male. But this was my bias. The men shout out in public, “I will become the harem king!” and proudly revealed that they are social misfits. Women, on the other hand, tend to hide the fact that they are social misfits.

  Here is a shocking story I heard from a female graduate.

  “For Alex to become a member of my harem…”


  That macho?

  But that’s the reality. Female heroes also seek a nice harem. Just as male ones favor beautiful women, female heroes favor handsome men. This tendency led the history of the Fantasy Continent in a completely different direction.

  For example, the elf princess Sylvia caught on the black market was out of the discussion. Nasus, who wasn’t timid like other elves…the elf prince with a moderately skinny handsome boy style was known as the most popular handsome man among female heroes. The harem member who followed closely behind him was the Sage of the Northern Continent.

  This friend, who should be called a handsome boy rather than a handsome man, was born with a poor constitution that made his nose bleed whenever he saw a beautiful woman. But the female heroes were fine. After all, they weren’t beautiful enough to make Sage’s nose bleed.

  The same went for male heroes. Except for me, who is the cutest recognized by the natives of the Fantasy Continent, most have ordinary appearances inherited from their parents’ normal genes.

  ? Curious: How about Cadet Kang Han-soo’s parents?

  …My parents? They are in very good shape because they regularly attend the tennis club. However, both of them have familiar faces. Still, looking at my young mother, I can tell who I inherited my cuteness from.

  Of course…don’t forget the nanny too. After all, I was born from that off-white princess that’s objectively perfect.

  “What? It’s the first time I’ve seen his face.”


  “What kind of hero’s companion is he?”


  “His job is Thief. And his skills are normal.”


  “That’s crazy…is that level even real??”


  As I entered the steaming hot spring, every eye focused on me. Common hero protocol, they checked my abilities first and mistook me for a companion rather than a hero. Well, my job was currently hidden as Thief. The Thief, whose fortune rises in front of the weak, is one of the strongest jobs in the Fantasy universe. However, it is also one of the most common jobs after production-related ones, such as Farmer.

  But the heroes didn’t underestimate me. The Gifted Level ZZ’s effect was to pretend to be normal, but it was thanks to the fact that I set my level to be visible.

  ? Race: Human

  ? Level: 8467

  ? Job: Thief (Weak → Luck↑)

  ? Skills: Luck B Divinity C Spirit D Fabrication D Cooking D…


  ? Status: Good

  That intention worked properly, albeit a little disappointing that it couldn’t go beyond Level 9999 because of the obsession of the universe. Even now, I couldn’t say it was safe. If it hadn’t been for the Gifted ZZZ effect, it wouldn’t have been able to go past Level 5000.

  “Where are you from?”


  I was slightly troubled by hero A’s question. Whether or not I should disclose that I’m a hero passed through my mind.

  “I am from a ruined country in the Northern Continent.”


  It wasn’t ruined yet, but it was about to be trampled by the emerging empire with the golden golem. I was reincarnated in the womb of a princess who was married to that country, so though my soul’s hometown is the Republic of Korea on Earth, that wasn’t entirely wrong.

  “That…”


  The hero shut his mouth at the expression of a ruined country. There weren’t only one or two small countries that perished here. A lord who owns a large piece of land revolts and establishes a country. Then, a commoner with some power drives out the lord and claims to be king.

  Of course, it’s going to be ruined in no time.

  This was because the territorial powers of the neighboring lands were severe.

  ? Question: By the way, Cadet Kang Han-soo. There are hundreds of males in this men’s bath. How could you count all the heroes in the blink of an eye? I was surprised after counting them one by one.

  Miss Trainee Teacher, take a good look. The male colleagues carefully selected by the female heroes are equally handsome, but that doesn’t mean they are timid dandies. Chest muscles, abs, quadriceps, biceps, triangular muscles…


  Their upper bodies were covered with the solid muscles that women like. The lower body and thighs, which were now covered with a thin cloth, were also very healthy. Abilities were as varied as their jobs, so that was out of topic.

  On the other hand, how about the heroes? They were ordinary. Some were quite good-looking, but their bodies were very poor for someone who had undergone abilities correction. Plus, another common feature was facial expressions. They were full of confidence that they were the protagonist of this world.

  Like some actors involved in sex crimes after bragging, they can seduce any woman if they talk to them.

  Of course, in terms of appearance, the actor was about five steps higher. Ugly guys that put on a look similar to great actors, well…


  “Wait! You are…hmm…”


  There was also an old acquaintance here: hero Luke. He was a hero who once graduated and returned to Earth but was defeated by aliens and forced to re-enter the elementary education curriculum of the Fantasy Continent. He once bragged to me about a strategy book, but…


  He still hadn’t graduated.

  “Do you know me?”


  I decided to play dumb. If he were a hero who blindly believed in the ability to read freely, he would mistake me for another person who looked similar after seeing my job. It wasn’t strange to be mistaken, as my appearance changed subtly when I became a spirit.

  From a realistic social worker drenched in labor to a free spirit with a dreamy image.

  “…I’m sorry. I must have mistaken you for someone else.”


  If he had seen me with the angel’s clothes or the Holy Sword Nucleon, I would have been exposed even if I had a different job, but now I was naked and empty-handed. Luke easily stepped down after seeing the subtle change in my appearance, atmosphere, job, and race.

  I didn’t show off my abilities either.

  While looking at the heroes’ things, I searched for anyone that caught my eyes. Many of the Fantasy natives selected as the heroes’ companions were excellent. However, they weren’t worth discussing. They were all just a bit puffed-up, after all.

  Based on this entrance exam center, someone must possess at least five Transcendental skills and at least one Level ZZZ to become a hero’s companion. That’s the minimum requirement.

  So did Alex, the Dark Princess, and The Dark Knight.

  ? Race: Unique Human

  ? Level: 1715

  ? Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

  ? Skills: Artillery MAX Accuracy MAX Penetration MAX Archery SSS Swordsmanship SSS…


  ? Status: Doubtful, Tired, Resting

  The abilities of Luke, the most capable hero except me in this men’s bath, were truly depressing. Although it was well-balanced with his level, it was very surprising that he had grown only this much over the past three years in this entrance exam center. If Luke had been a complete freshman, it would have been normal. After all, the hurdles were too high here to start from scratch.

  But Luke was different. The last time I saw him, he was at Level 900. Once you reach the level of hunting goblins and slimes, you could say that you were ready to grow here. But how come he was just at that level with those skills…?

  I didn’t understand at all. The average level on the Western Continent was 2000; on the other hand, the Southern Continent was Level 1400. It may be said that it was only 600 levels difference, but the combat power was as large as a destroyer and a spacecraft. It was in a different league in the first place.

  “Either the heroes of the Western Continent are great, or these people here are pathetic…”


  Did the lump of experience known as Lucifer give the western heroes an advantage? But even considering that, this level was too much. To compare properly, I had to look at the abilities of heroes from other continents.

  “We are recruiting expeditions!”


  Suddenly, a hero standing on the head of a stone dragon spewing hot spring water into the bath shouted proudly. The heroes flocked around him.

  “This time, I will surely make it!”


  “My reconnaissance skill has risen to Level SSS. Trust me.”


  “Fufu! The time has come to awaken the power sealed in my right hand.”


  “Leave the guarding of the comrades to me.”


  It seemed that the heroes were going somewhere to hunt monsters. I don’t think it’s supposed to be a conversation they should have when naked, but I didn’t see it negatively because I often had done the same thing with Saint H or Festival Maid A.

  What matters is the result, right? When discussing plans, the process and method are irrelevant as long as the results are good. Even if the bottom swings out, openly naked.

  “So they hunt voluntarily here, huh?”


  In the Western Continent of Fantasy, it was cumbersome as I had to grab the cervical spines of the heroes one by one and drag them out. So, even more, it didn’t make any sense. Why were the abilities of these sincere heroes so low? I might be able to find out by pulling out the spine joints of the Ice Dragon King Sleyas, the owner of this hot spring, and asking him a few…


  “Hey- Kugh?!”


  While watching the soldiers’ passionate unity with half their bodies soaked in hot springs, Fellow A tried to put his hand on my shoulder. So, I put my hand on Fellow A’s neck first and expressed my friendliness.

  “Why did you call me?”


  “L-l-let me go first-! Fuh! Cough-cough!”


  Caressing his neck and coughing a few times, Fellow A continued speaking as my caring and patience, waiting for his exaggerated reaction to end, slowly approached the limit.

  “You’d be better not even think about getting in there.”


  He pointed to the group who were whispering in a circle with his chin.

  “I didn’t mean to be a part of it from the beginning, though…even if I did, how about taking a look?”


  I wanted to get a glimpse of how the heroes summoned to the Southern Continent of Fantasy fight. However, Fellow A made an odd sound.

  “You said you were going to take a look.”


  “It’s completely different.”


  Joining the hunt meant sharing experience and loot. But what I was trying to do was simply watch. The two could never be the same.

  “Ah, you’ve been seriously mistaken. Although this is not surprising, since you have just arrived here.”


  “…I’ve been mistaken, you say?”


  Are you treating a MAX-Class hero with decades of experience as an idiot? While I was drawing an estimate by looking between Fellow A’s 4th and 5th lumbar vertebrae, he explained it one beat ahead this time.

  “Their destination is the women’s bath.”


  “…Haa?”


  “Half the world is women, and I don’t know why so many heroes are doing this as if they have never seen a woman naked before.”


  “…”


  I overestimated the heroes too much, but Fellow A was also greatly mistaken. They must be fools because they are heroes. Don’t expect too much from those social misfits.

  “I guess I expected too much…Boris.”


  If they want it so badly, I’ll let them take a look at the naked body of a beautiful woman who combined only the strengths of elves and angels.

  “Did you call me, Master?”


  The male heroes, who carefully planned an expedition to the women’s bath, opened their eyes wide when they found Boris. Every time Boris breathed, her chest and wings shook like waves, and the heroes’ eyes swayed up, down, left, and right accordingly.

  “Clean up this place.”


  “I will take your orders.”


  They wouldn’t wear out just from looking, so I would give them a discount. The lives of heroes at Level 1400 on average…wasn’t it too cheap to see a beautiful exorcist that lightly passed level 9999 and was plastered with Level ZZZ skills naked?

  “This bastard really likes to butt in…”


  I had to hide my job as a Thief, but it wasn’t as easy as I thought. I guess I’m not good at acting.