"God Grid, after hearing your story, I developed great interest in Eat Spicy Jokbal and kept in steady contact with him. But it was hard work. I looked all over the country for Eat Spicy Jokbal and learned to distinguish the taste of makguksu in every store...”

“...”

Various expressions crossed Daehan’s face as he recalled it. All types of memories seemed to come to mind.

“I wanted to give up several times. But I didn’t give up. Why? I searched for Eat Spicy Jokbal. I am convinced that Eat Spicy Jokbal is a person that the Overgeared Kingdom needs!”

“...”

“The result is what you see now. I became friends with Eat Spicy Jokbal. Hut, how about it? Isn’t it great? Kuahahahat!”

Daehan laughed excitedly while putting a had on Eat Spicy Jokbal’s shoulders. They seemed really close.

One second later.

"Where are you putting your hand?” A cold attitude! Eat Spicy Jokbal broke away from Daehan’s hands and warned Youngwoo. “Don’t get me wrong. I am fundamentally different from you guys. We can never be friends.”

“Fundamentally?”

“Yes, I’m evil. The reason why I’m participating in this National Competition is different from...