Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 83

The next day.

As usual, Su-ho reported to work.

The paperwork for Nexus and the Kim brothers had already been handled the day before. Today, he was set to receive the results of his comprehensive evaluation from the Awakening Department and proceed with his departmental transfer.

Feeling relaxed, Su-ho strolled toward the APA headquarters, only to encounter an unexpected visitor at the entrance.

“Hunter!”

It was Park Goong.

Caught off guard but pleasantly surprised, Su-ho greeted him warmly.

“Park Goong? Hello!”

“Ah, yes. Um...”

“Yes?”

“Well, this...”

Park Goong hesitated before handing Su-ho a black plastic bag. A savory aroma wafted from it—it was tuna kimbap.

Blushing slightly, Park Goong explained.

“My mom packed this for you. Uh... thank you, Hunter. For everything. The social media post, the journalist... all of it. Thanks to you.”

The article by Jo Jin-hwi had made Park Goong’s Snack Bar even more famous. Long lines now formed before the store opened, and they’d had to hastily hire more help.

Despite the busyness, Park Goong had come to the APA early in the morning purely to thank Su-ho in person.

To him, Su-ho was nothing less than a benefactor.

He continued.

“I wanted to call you, but I didn’t have your number, so I thought I’d just wait here. I figured if I stayed long enough, I’d see you.”

Su-ho chuckled.

“If I’d known, I would’ve given you my number. Thanks for the kimbap. Please tell your mom I said thank you as well.”

“Of course. Um... but, may I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why... Why are you being so kind to me?”

At this, Su-ho smiled faintly.

“I haven’t done anything special.”

“Pardon?”

“I posted on social media because your mom’s food was genuinely delicious. It’s my personal account—I can post what I like, can’t I?”

“Well, yes, but... the journalist...”

“Did the journalist say I tipped them off?”

“No, but... I just thought it might’ve been you.”

“Hah... I came to thank you, but now you’re helping me again.”

“It’s nothing. Honestly, I’m just glad you’ll still be able to shoot arrows. Oh, and here’s my personal number. Call me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Hunter!”

After exchanging contact information, Park Goong bowed repeatedly in gratitude. Su-ho waved him off with a smile and entered the building, carrying the tuna kimbap, which smelled delicious.

“They packed quite a lot.”

The bundle looked like it contained at least ten rolls.

As Su-ho scanned his employee ID and stepped into the APA building, his phone buzzed.

The caller ID surprised him.

“Vice President?”

What could this be about?

Su-ho answered.

“Yes, Vice President?”