The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 66: The Race of Death Begins
[Shouldn’t you be suing the teacher, not the person who spread the lie?]
[LOLOL sounds like they really scraped the bottom of the barrel trying to write something nice]
[“Walks softly,” are you fucking AOA or something??] freёweɓnovel.com
The atmosphere that had felt like it might burn someone alive... had chilled a lot.
They were starting to get it.
That this was all a setup. Every bit of it.
“Just in case, I recorded a conversation with my high school teacher too... but I don’t really need to play that, do I?”
[Nah you good]
[This is just straight-up hilarious LOL]
“Actually, screw it. They’ll start shit again, so I’ll just upload it to YouTube.”
The teacher, seeing how much I was struggling from the controversy, gladly gave me permission to share it.
He even clearly stated his name and credentials in the recording.
“Alright, next.”
Just as I was about to calmly take the next question, I got a DM from my mod.
[FeetOfTheHeroLicker: (link) Now they’re saying you faked your degree?]
“Jesus... they really scraped the barrel, huh.”
I yanked open the desk drawer and held up my university student ID.
The guy who wrote the post must’ve been watching, because less than five minutes later, he deleted it.
“Saying stuff is easy when you don’t need evidence.”
[True]
[All he posted was a blurry shot of a high school diploma lol]
“Problem is, all these nobodies hiding behind anonymity. Never say shit to your face.”
[I mean, I wouldn’t say shit to your face either...]
[Who the hell would lie in front of an S-rank Hunter LOL]
[Dude your skull alone could KO someone lmao]
“Alright then, that clears up the controversy, right?”
[Yeah, seems airtight]
[I mean, ain’t no way a dude who ‘walks softly’ is out here beating people up;;]
[LOLOLOL ‘walks softly’ my ass hahaha]
[FeetOfTheHeroLicker has donated 30,000 watts!]
– So basically you’re saying a tall, dark-skinned mushroom-cut pig used to tiptoe around school?
“...”
My ever-watchful viewer/mod.
Fanmeet or not, I gotta smack him at least once someday.
[By the way... you planning to take legal action?]
[What about the assholes spreading the fake shit?]
“Of course I’m—”
Before I could finish, my phone started blowing up with nonstop calls.
“Hang on a sec. I’m getting a ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) call.”
I checked the number. It was from the news agency I’d contacted earlier for a correction.
“Hello?”
Meanwhile, in the executive office of one of the major media outlets, a voice full of fury rang out.
“Have you completely lost your mind!?”
The CEO of the news agency was screaming, and the other execs stood in front of him with their heads bowed like criminals.
SMACK! SMACK!!
“Editor-in-Chief! You’re responsible for every single piece that goes out!!”
SMACK! SMACK!!
“And that son of a bitch who runs the social affairs desk...!”
SMACK! SMACK!!
“And you—who the fuck publishes something without even checking with the desk!?”
The furious CEO landed solid kicks to their shins, then yanked off his tie and collapsed into the sofa, exasperated.
“Fucking hell... why are you just standing there!? Sit DOWN!!!”
Everyone glanced around nervously before hesitantly taking their seats.
In truth, they weren’t completely at fault either.
The article had gone out without even reaching the desk, all because one field reporter jumped the gun.
“So what the hell do we do now?”
“...”
Editor-in-chief, department heads, managers—none of them dared to speak.
This wasn’t some petty celebrity gossip scandal.
This was a hit piece on the honor of an S-Rank Hunter.
“If it was at least backed by hard evidence, I could maybe defend it...”
But now, thanks to one glory-hungry reporter, the whole company was at risk of collapsing.
“Someone say something, for fuck’s sake!!!”
The CEO—infamous for his volcanic temper—was one of Korea’s last old-school journalists.
Back in the days of military dictatorship, he’d actually been arrested for speaking out.
“Huff... Where is that little bastard right now?”
“W-Who, sir...?”
“The one who wrote that garbage article!”
“H-He’s... he’s not answering his phone...”
The reporter had been watching Song Hun’s stream and, realizing how bad things were getting, panicked and went completely dark.
The CEO felt like someone had taken a hammer to his temples.
“You do realize Hanul Guild is filing a complaint over this?”
“S-Sorry, sir...”
“And screw the guild—Nova Group is furious!!!”
Companies and media—can’t ever really separate ‘em.
The article had accused a Hunter who proudly used a Nova Group product... without any fact-checking.
Now that Song Hun’s image had taken a hit, it was only natural that the brand would suffer too.
“If Nova pulls all their ad money, losing your heads won’t even begin to cover the fallout!!!”
The mere thought was terrifying.
And if Song Hun ever publicly dragged their outlet on stream?
We’d have to drop to our knees and beg like our lives depended on it...
“Immediately publish a correction and apology. Say we’ll be providing compensation. Also, file legal notice and a damages claim against the false accuser.”
“Yes, sir!”
“And fire that reporter. Make him answer for all of it.”
The CEO’s words were ice-cold. The execs swallowed dryly.
Each of them silently prayed the blade wouldn’t turn toward them next.
“You’ve got Song Hun’s contact info, right?”
“Y-Yes...”
The CEO picked up his personal phone and tried calling Song Hun himself.
That’s when the Editor-in-Chief—clearly lacking in social awareness—spoke up.
“S-Sir... I’ll do it. There’s no need for you to handle something like this directly...”
—CRASH!!
“Are you seriously this fucking clueless!? You get comfortable in your cushy position and suddenly you can’t tell up from down!?”
Click.
Where’d all the passionate rookies go? Now we’ve just got useless pricks like this...
—Brrr... brrr...
The usual dial tone felt way too long today.
The CEO chewed his lip anxiously as he waited.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Hunter Song Hun?”
“Hmm... this is the outlet that ran that article, isn’t it?”
“We’re deeply sorry. This was entirely my fault as the representative—I failed to check it myself.”
There was silence on the other end.
Short, but it felt like an eternity.
The CEO’s mouth went dry.
“Go on, I’m listening.”
“We’ll issue a correction immediately. We apologize for publishing the article without fact-checking, and of course, we’re prepared to offer compensation for the damage done.”
“Hmm... What even made someone write that bullshit?”
The CEO lowered himself as much as possible and carefully explained the whole situation.
He made sure to emphasize that the reporter had acted alone—but without making it sound like they were just scapegoating him.
“Just make sure it’s handled properly.”
“Y-Yes, absolutely! We’ll take care of it!”
“Take care.”
“Uh, excuse me, Hunter...”
“?”
“I imagine your parents, who run Hanul Guild, must be deeply upset by this... Not to mention Nova Group, who entrusted you with their brand...”
He tried to say it indirectly.
Begging, basically.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”
Luckily, Song Hun understood what he was trying to say.
The CEO finally exhaled.
“Phew...”
As the call ended, he let out a long, weary sigh and glared at his executives with bloodshot eyes.
“I don’t care how much it costs—start prepping for a full legal response. Now.”
“Well, there you have it.”
[That correction was fast as hell LOL]
[And the reporter going MIA is killing me 😂]
[Bro really wanted the clicks so bad he skipped everything LOL]
I stayed on the stream, talking clearly enough for the phone call to be heard.
I doubt the CEO meant to have the whole thing aired live... but if he did, he’s actually got some brains.
[FeetOfTheHeroLicker has donated 30,000 watts!]
– So what are you gonna do next?
“Oh, I’ve already got a plan for that.”
I opened up the one tool that solves everything—my notepad.
In bold, huge letters, it said:
“Recruiting Legal Team”
“Obviously we need to take legal action against spreading false information, right?”
[Yeah, damn right]
[People spouting fake shit need to get smacked]
[Why not just go with the best law firm?]
“That was the original idea, but...”
[But what?]
[Why are you so good at suspense, you little shit LOL]
“It’s just more fun this way.”
[You psycho LOL]
[Is this a fuckin’ open audition or what??]
[God damn this is wild 😂😂]
“Turns out law firms can actually collaborate, even with other firms.”
When the case is big enough or has enough heat, joint operations are normal.
No idea if this counts as “big,” but it sure had buzz.
[What about fees and stuff?]
[You’ve got something figured out, don’t you?]
“Ooh, great question.”
I switched fonts under the big header and typed in a number:
9:1
[What’s that mean?]
[9:1?]
[Is that in won?]
[If it’s Hanwha, GTFO LOL]
“For any lawyer joining the team—90% of the settlement goes to you as a success bonus.”
[?????]
[WTF is this lmaoooo]
[How is that even a thing???]
“The more wins, the more you get paid. Simple.”
I’d done my homework.
Under Korean law, performance-based legal fees are legal.
And as long as I didn’t name a specific firm, recruiting lawyers like this? Also legal.
I posted the notice, and closed the stream with one last line:
“Good luck.”
The fake accusers who had frantically typed out lies were now scrambling to delete them.
And the lawyers, eyes gleaming with the promise of success bonuses, were starting to file lawsuits like their lives depended on it.
The race between those two groups...
had just begun.
