37 – Episode 34: Stagnant water rots – 4

“No f*ck! How the hell did this happen!”

Corres was shouting with excitement as if he didn’t know why. I slowly walked out, watching him excitedly as if I was exhilarated.

“What the hell did I do, nobody listens to me!”

Despite the shouts, half mixed with embarrassment and anger, I started talking without a change in expression.

“I do not know. Who could have written those words?”

“Don’t bullshit! I know you wrote it! But why did other people change like this, you ask! ”

At my blunt answer, Korres was still screaming with blood vessels in his neck.

“Firewood piled up over 10 years burns faster and more vigorously than wood chips piled up with just one or two.”

“What is that…”

“Your firewood was burning.”

I whispered to him in a voice so low that only Koreth could hear it.

A method derived from many years of know-how.

A surefire way to bring down a person who has popularity, fame and support.

The method I came up with is named slash.

There are only two prerequisites for this.

First, the target to be slandered must have a reputation equal to or higher than that of the person in power within the group to which it belongs.

Second, the person who executes this must not have any information such as identity and age within the group known, and is limited to those who have thoroughly concealed their identity.

When these two conditions are met, the subject can be reliably buried within the group without any evidence or force.

“What people want is not the truth.”

I showed a meaningful smile.

“How much more fun, it becomes an issue and burns. Things like the truth come next.”

Leaving behind the dumbfounded Corres, I slowly moved away from the spot and started watching him.

…

“No, everyone! no. They are all framed!”

Corres made a desperate protest to the villagers who looked at him with cold eyes.

“Don’t lie! Do we look like assholes?”

“I saw them all on the bulletin board yesterday! They said the 12th tournament was also rigged!”

Residents did not seem to listen to him.

Corres raised his voice in frustration and started shouting at them.

“I swear to heaven I didn’t! Please believe me just once!”

“Switch off the oath, and if you didn’t, bring evidence first. Or at least bring a witness.”

Korres, who was expressing regret, felt that something was wrong at that moment.

The judges for the 12th village festival were former heads of villages.

By the way, the former village chief died of an illness a year ago and was no longer a person of this world.

So, he had no one to testify that he hadn’t done it, and no evidence at all.

“No, it’s a bit difficult to wait for that evidence… ”

“Look at this! You can’t do it either! What have I done to you all this time!”

I smiled heartily as I watched the flustered Korres from a distance.

There is only one thing to keep in mind about named slash.

That is, if the opponent refutes with evidence, it may be counterattacked.

In order not to do that, you must attack the opponent for reasons that will never prove the truth, and you must not give him a chance to refute.

In this case, I got help from my collaborator, the bulletin board grandpa.

…

“Come to think of it… The head of the former squadron, who served as a judge during the 12th competition, died last year. But why are you asking this?”

“The more information, the better.”

The old man, questioning my question, tilted his head and asked me.

I answered succinctly.

Of course, we had to compete with fabrications, but the difference between a plausible fabrication and a non-fabricated fabrication is negligible.

Although the former attracts people and hurts opponents.

The latter makes people turn their backs and gives the opponent a chance to counterattack.

So, I had to plan carefully.

You have to put pressure on your opponent by skillfully mixing real information with false information and making it look like it’s actually happening.

“You seem to be smarter than you look…”

“Rather than having a good head, it should be seen as demonstrating the know-how already accumulated in the body.”

I smiled at the old man.

The old man looked at me and looked at me suspiciously, and brought me the post paper, pen, ink, and lantern I had asked him to prepare earlier.

Then he said he would go home and leave first.

I nodded and thought for a moment.

After thinking about it, I started working without hesitation.

…

What a diligent old man who had not slept in the morning went out to the bulletin board as soon as he woke up in the morning and witnessed it was a shocking sight to the point of being astonished.

“Hey… are you okay?”

“sure. My body is perfectly fine.”

“No, not your body, but is your head okay? It seems to me that I am out of my mind.”

Around dawn, an old man who yawned and walked out in front of the bulletin board saw me and asked in amazement.

I responded with more energy than ever before and vigorously. Then the old man shook his head, pointed his finger at his head and asked again.

“No, what kind of crazy person would write and post that many posts and replies on a bulletin board by himself? I can’t find any empty space on the bulletin board… How much did I spend?”

“In total, I wrote and pasted about 300 replies to posts.”

“You really are a crazy bastard.”

The old man muttered, unable to keep his mouth shut from the great shock, as if he had been hit in the head.

What I did last night required a lot of effort, so it was natural to be surprised.

What I did goes back to last night.

…

late night.

I was sitting in front of the bulletin board with a huge pile of bulletin paper.

In fact, it takes a lot of effort to execute this named cut.

Among them, the most important is personnel.

Named slash is a kind of instigation, that is, the success rate rises dramatically as the number of instigators increases.

However, it is not necessary to cover the number of people from others.

We currently have that bulletin board.

So, all you need now is a piece of paper to stick on a bulletin board, hundreds of handwritings, and finally, extreme hard work.

I grabbed a pen

Before long, I had 300 people.

What I couldn’t do alone, I could do with 300 people.

If it’s an effort, I’ve already made a d*ck fall out of the earth.

Writing only 300 posts and replies in one day was not even part of the hard work.

who am I?

Despite the two hours of free time between work and bedtime, he wrote close to 50 articles a day.

Now that I can stay up all night, only 300 items were not a thing.

After taking a deep breath, he began to bring the pen closer to the paper.

A lot of anonymous people who hid my name.

Their number will increase uncontrollably and become a gigantic wave, and eventually, the first group standing proudly in a high position will take away everything.

Decorate the third, the warrior’s skill.

Anonymous alter ego.

I started writing like crazy.

Use your brain, use your handwriting differently, and every writing must be seen as a separate person.

Knowing all that, my hand quickly began to write down.

…

Everything was finished, and the dawn was breaking.

Curiously, I stayed up all night and wrote hundreds of letters, but I wasn’t tired at all.

Rather, I felt my heart beat faster because I was so excited about the consequences of my actions.

In the early night, where the blue mist of dawn blocked the sun, I shook my butt and got up. The first feeling facing the morning of the decisive battle was very refreshing.

I smiled and started walking slowly toward the plaza.

It was the start of a very pleasant day.

***

Returning to the present, it could be seen that Korres was not hit by a stone, but was almost in a state of falling into the abyss.

“Please believe me! Not really!”

Even though it was fun to see Korres shouting earnestly, it felt a bit pitiful because he was beaten so much.

“That shameless bastard! How is your tongue so long when you can’t even prove it!”

“I didn’t like that kid from the start. It’s been a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of I don’t understand why people like it, but it works very well.”

“Honestly, everyone pretended to like it because of that bastard’s influence. I didn’t like that bastard even before that.”

People’s anger did not know how to subside, and it only got worse.

Of course, everything went according to my plan.

If you have been sitting in the first team for 10 years, of course there will be people who are dissatisfied with it. But normally, I have no choice but to be patient because I know the opponent’s influence.

However, if they are given a chance and a place like now, they will become more reliable colleagues than anyone else.

Because that is the law of society.

Corres, who escaped the angry villagers and took refuge in an alleyway in one corner of the village, came into my sight.

I found him and approached with footsteps as if I had heard him, and Corres looked startled as if he had found me.

“This is all influx…you…because of you…”

Then, with a sudden heavy breath, he lunged at me.

With a voice mixed with resentment, resentment, and hatred, Korres shouted indignantly.

“You f*cking madman! I think you’ll be fine with that! Aren’t you afraid of the aftermath in the village that will happen when the first team seat becomes vacant!”

Korres grabbed me by the collar and shouted in a harsh voice, as if threatening me.

“Ah… don’t you know…”

“Suddenly what…”

I laughed and talked as I tapped the hand of Korres, who was holding me ugly and screaming.

“Honestly, I had nothing to lose if I failed.”

As I slowly approached with a smile on my face, Korres hesitated for a moment and then began to walk backwards.

Yes.

I have nothing to do with this village being burned, or even if the village is attacked by HAL, a mythical entity that inspires indescribable terror.

The reason was very simple.

“Because I am an influx.”