Chapter 205
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 205
Chapter Title: An Entertaining Broadcast Shoot
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"…Uh, r-really?"
Sua blinked in stunned surprise at Minguk's unexpectedly sharp remark.
It was the kind of line you'd expect from a tough female hero with a scar or two across her face, not from this handsome guy.
'Is he just reading from the script? No way—if that's the script, the PD must be out of her mind. What kind of image is this for Han Minguk, of all heroes?'
Her gaze instinctively flicked toward the PD and the head writer.
But seeing them both wide-eyed and shaking their heads in disbelief confirmed for Sua that Minguk's comment wasn't scripted.
In the studio's awkward silence, Minguk pressed on.
"It might sound ridiculous, but if they're treating hero work like a hobby, flashing those Revival Stones doesn't faze me. It's like a game—you bunch up your tank, dealers, and healer, bumble around with monsters, and either you kill them or you die. Boom, solved."
"R-right…?"
"Exactly. The folks in that footage are heroes, not gamers killing time. Honestly, they barely seemed prepared for the dungeon clear. I think that's what Hero Han Minguk is pointing out."
Ever the pro hero, Dami nodded in agreement with Minguk's take.
"Pretty much. Without those Revival Stones, they'd have died lonely deaths in there. Or worse."
"Worse than death? What's that?"
"Hey now, Seonwoo! You don't know what heroes fear most?"
"…Huh? What heroes fear most?"
"Ah, how do I even explain…? Anyway, it exists."
The male panelist, Choi Seonwoo, tilted his head innocently, prompting Dami and the other women to roll their eyes in frustration.
They seemed to be hinting at "Working Girls," but with the sexual undertones, they held back in front of a guy.
Of course, it was all scripted, but Seonwoo's role was clearly the naive little brother who knew nothing.
The conversation had veered off for a moment, but Minguk steered it back.
"What's the market price on Revival Stones these days? Ten grand? With a ten-minute try-again timer… Yep. That's a regular person's annual salary gone in ten minutes."
"But it saved five heroes' lives…"
"Not a waste, sure. But they could've cleared way more efficiently."
All eyes turned to Minguk.
His words were harsh, but gripes like that weren't uncommon among civilians.
Government and Hero Association subsidies covered a big chunk of heroes' Revival Stone costs—and that money came from taxpayer pockets.
Pro clans dodged some flak by running their own revival teams to stockpile stones.
Still, during major dungeon pushes, burning through a hundred-plus stones a day was routine.
"Anyway, let me run down the issues I spotted. First off, experience gap aside, those five really need to grasp their roles."
Minguk's tone grew serious. The footage's core flaw? They weren't playing like a party.
"Issues with their positions?"
"Eh… They looked a bit sloppy, but the combat itself seemed fine?"
Minguk gaped like a goldfish at the panels' surprisingly positive takes on the applicants.
'What? Am I the only one who thought it was off?'
These were supposed to be raid vets with expert knowledge. Had he heard wrong?
Or maybe their standards differed. Hero Academy basics should've covered this much, at least.
"Uh, um…"
"Looks like Hero Han Minguk's shocked by our raid expertise?"
"Th-this can't air! It'll expose how clueless we are. Viewers might question the show's authenticity!"
A brief commotion ensued, but Sua soon calmed things and turned to Minguk.
Given his feats in the war against the darkness hordes, his critique wasn't hot air.
Dami might be the show's icon, but Minguk outclassed her as a raid leader.
"So, Hero Han Minguk—what exactly was wrong with their positions?"
"Start with the tank: tunnel vision. Primary job's protecting allies, especially the healer. Dealers sometimes, depending. But she's fixated on the monster in front, ignoring the rest. Means she doesn't get a tank's role in party play. If that's how she fights, go solo."
Starting with the tank, Minguk methodically broke down his issues.
Dealers ignoring aggro, healers with crap positioning and skill use. He ripped into their individual flaws, then tore apart the raid's bungled moments.
"This boss is a summoner named—spawns undead. Tank's job? Grab aggro on the boss and adds as they pop."
Once dealers dropped an add, just dodge before the corpse exploded.
"But check the tank's movement. She's dueling the boss straight-up? Doesn't know her role. Hero Academy teaches this basics. She's too focused blocking attacks, not checking her team's status."
"Dealers too. Zero aggro management—don't know if they're clueless or lazy. If tank can't hold it, at least kiting. Nope. Or yell at the tank. Party play basics? Teamwork."
"Healer needs dungeon homework first. Dead undead right below? Move! Boss ability? Corpse blast. Zero prep."
The cast could only nod mutely under Minguk's barrage. Spot-on every time. Even PD and writers agreed.
"Genius raid leader perks? His standards are sky-high."
The head writer tilted her head at the PD. All valid points.
"But heroes meeting that bar wouldn't need our show."
No 1- or 2-star stuck around if they fought like that.
"That's why Han Minguk's here—to make it happen. Know Team GGW?"
"…Those kids all have special talents. Any applicants like that?"
"With or without? Episode goal's what? Nail that failed dungeon."
"Right. Train 'em to license level?"
Including the 7-year vet, none had licenses.
"Male hero alone guarantees ratings. Show half the changes he mentioned? Dozens of killer scenes."
"Anyway, hope our VIP guest nails it. Oh, that rough-life cast member? Trouble?"
"Shin Jimin? Nah. Minguk seems no-nonsense… And it's one-on-one coaching first. She won't cross paths."
The PD trailed off, eyeing Minguk chatting with the cast.
"Worst case, don't pair 'em. Think Han Minguk picks her? Dealer—Dami takes it?"
"Yeah. He's a healer…"
This 50th-episode super-guest was hard-won. Screw-ups hurt everyone.
Studio recording wrapped, and Minguk headed with the cast to where the hero trainees awaited. A dungeon nearby the station.
"Whoa… Your skin's insane. Bro, any special skincare? Erden's pricey but killer—male heroes use that stuff?"
"Nah, nothing fancy."
Skin and lotion only—for Hyun-ah's, swiped when his face itched.
Shampoo? Off-the-shelf anti-hair-loss from Hyun-ah.
But the clingy male panelist wasn't buying it.
"Ah! Talk casual—I'm the dongsaeng."
En route, sole male cast Choi Seonwoo bombarded Minguk with questions.
"Ah?! S-sorry! Habit with close bros—arm hook and all…"
"H-ha…haha."
He even went for the arm-link—Minguk recoiled.
Fine from girls, but guys? Hard pass. Rare male contact in this world made Seonwoo's vibe overwhelming.
Deflated by the reaction, the chattery Seonwoo drifted to the others. Finally, Minguk checked the five trainees' profiles.
'Shin Jimin? What's her deal? Street-smart type?'
The PD-prepped profiles hit hard from page one.
Cig in hand, colored contacts for pale blue eyes.
Ears pierced to hell, clavicle tattooed with mysterious lettering, rose ink beside.
'Belly piercing, hip tat too? Outfit's wild.'
Skin-tight dolphin pants—zoom in, cameltoe city. Model physique, hero-standard.
Profile shots would air raw, yet no fuss—lax on skin here.
Makes sense; women like this weren't taboo. Men's limits? Unknown.
'Others more normal.'
All had backstories: low talent, monster fear, late mana awakening after odd jobs.
Academy grads, no license, no clans—big or small. No license, no entry.
Tailing the cast, Minguk reviewed profiles again.
Dungeon front buzzed with another crew—grabbing resolve soundbites.
"Waaaaaah!!!"
"H-Han Minguk! Minguk!"
Guest leak spread; screams swelled nearing the dungeon. Onlookers spotting him joined in.
Staff swiftly corralled civilians—routine by now.
Order restored, outdoor shoot kicked off. First: five coaches pick trainees (minus main MC Sua).
Format: Hear issues, leverage skills/networks to fix 'em on cam.
"Hero Han Minguk picks healer Hong Yena, right?"
Yuna asked, eyeing the tense newbie quintet. Obvious for his healer role.
PD nudge too—Yena sweetest, solid skills. Her issue mostly money—not show-drama big.
'Always wanted to vibe with a delinquent sis type.'
But Minguk had his pick: Shin Jimin, epitome of neighborhood thug-waifu.
Worldwide trope: hot, sexy, sweet once close—but "not dating you."
"Nah. I'll coach Hero Shin Jimin."
But this world differed. And Minguk was a male hero.