It would be quite uncomfortable if a person chooses a long-term quests and it was impossible to level up during the quest.

“I heard that the level of difficulty is more important to players than their level. From 1 to 10, the higher the number, the harder it is, and the less likely one is able to survive. Players can choose the difficulty level of each quest, but they were less likely to survive by choosing a higher level than their levels, so it’s also important to choose the right difficulty level for the first quest.”

“That is accurate, so the lab analyzes level quests’ by difficulty level, and when players first awaken, they look at their potential and start stats and so we recommend the most appropriate level of difficulty.”

“That would be very helpful. Among the players who were awakened in the early days when there was no information, those who didn’t know and chose difficulty level 1 must have been regretting it.”

When the applicant, who had been talking nonsense until just now, listed quite accurate information, he added, “He still has some common sense” next to the comment he wrote, “Buffon or Dork.”

“I heard that the more difficult the quest is, the greater the ability increase and the better the rewards.”

“Do you know what rewards are there?”

“It could be a weapon or a gold coin, but it could also be a skill.”

It was all information that my brother gave me.

I didn’t know it would be worth it to ask questions until my brother was annoyed.

“Okay, Lee Sung-Han. Thank you for attending this interview. I’ll text you later.”

“Thank you, goodbye.”

After the interview, I went back to the parking lot where my brother was waiting for me.

***

“It seems like he was bluffing a lot, but it’s good that he understand things that ordinary people don’t know.”

“Isn’t it a problem that he is bluffing? It could be a big problem if “his bravado” gets mixed up in the work of dealing with information.”

The three interviewers, who just had an interview with Lee Sung-han, were discussing the interview.

It is strange that an unexpected interview suddenly occurred, but the applicant did not seem particularly good.

What the hell was with corn and potatoes?

“I’m all for it. It’s not bad to have one employee like this. He look passionate.”

“I disagree. What do you think?”

The manager was only looking at the applicant’s resume whether the other two shared their own opinions.

A straightforward resume with no self-introduction pages and no history.

He stared at it and answered.

“We have to hire him.”

“What? Really?”

“Oh, that’s Lee Sung-Hyun’s brother.”

“What?”

The two interviewers opened their eyes wide and looked at their resumes again as if they were surprised by the manager’s remarks.

“The ‘Lee Sung-Hyun’ we know?”

“Yes, that same Lee Sung-hyun.”

He’s Lee Sung-Hyun’s brother?

Lee Sung Hyun. Lee Sung Sung.

These are so similar that it is hard to deny they are brothers.

“The corn or sweet potato story sounds like nonsense to us. Maybe it’s from his brother.”

“It’s not sweet potatoes. It’s potatoes, sir.”

“Call a player who can ask for cooperation and see if corn and sweet potatoes are Veraford specialties. Find out if it’s really that delicious and rich in mana. Tell them to gather information about the current emperor if they can.”

“Okay, and it’s not sweet potatoes. It’s potatoes.”

“And text this guy to come to work next Monday.”

The manager took his resume and got up first.

“Oh, don’t make him have a face to face meeting with a player. Let hin organize the data or order him to do something simple first.”

“Are we giving him a special favor?”

“What’s wrong with that? Whether he is a buffon or not, he is still Lee Sung-Hyun’s bother. Maybe in the future we could interview his brother or a guild member later on.”

* * *

I hummed and went down to the underground parking lot where my brother was waiting for me because I thought I did a great job in the interview.

“How was your interview?”

“Oh, they only ask for simple questions that I know. I think it’s going to work.”

“Really? That’s a relief.”

“Let’s have a pork belly party tonight to celebrate.”

“If you get good results.”

I want to eat pork belly.

Eat it with kimchi and mushrooms. With rice, too.

It’s best if I add less water for dessert and cook ramen.

Ring.

I just arrived home, and when I was getting out of the car, I heard an alarm sound on my cell phone.

Text?

Did I ever get a text message?

I didn’t have many friends in the first place, but it was hard to contact my friends who worked with me during the night. Maybe they are dead?

Even after the accident, only one or two people came to visit me.

I was a bit bitter because I thought that my relationship was only this much, but it would have been awkward to see each other again ’cause I wouldn’t know their faces after spending 5 decades in La Elta.

Then it must be a spam.

I checked the text with little thought.

[From Player Lab,

Hello, I’m Kim Hye-young, in charge of recruiting at the Player Research Institute.

You have finally been accepted as an intern at the Player Lab.

I will send you the detailed schedule and explanation by email on my resume today.

Thank you.]

What? Really?

I was bragging that I would be able to make it, but now that I really got a text message, I feel puzzled.

Isn’t too fast?

Is it because of my brother? I guess so.

I shoved my phone screen to my brother, who was turning off the car.

“Ta-da.”

“What is it?”

It seems ridiculous that I was contacted less than an hour after my interview.

I didn’t care what my brother said after that.

I was busy thinking of the pork belly party tonight!