Some people could become a star in the blink of an eye.

Kang Oh was one such person.

Even though they couldn't see his face, players would identify him via his weapon or gear and try talking to him. 

One guy asked for an autograph, another asked him to join his guild. There was even a girl who asked him for a spar. What's worse, a little kid came up to him begging for money. 

"Man, those crazy bastards." Kang Oh dashed into an empty alleyway, and placed his armor and demon sword into his inventory.

He put on some beginner clothes and left the alleyway. Fortunately, no one recognized him, as he'd never disclosed his identity.

'I should stay out of the limelight for a while.'

Public interest in him would cool rather quickly. So long as he doesn't add more fuel to the fire, that is.

He wasn't interested in becoming famous. There were some benefits to being famous, but there were downsides too. On the other hand, there were no downsides to being not well-known; at least Kang Oh thought so anyway. 

'Anyway, let's go make some money.' Kang Oh fiddled with his communicating earring.

Beep. Beep.

His earring rang, and a short while later, he heard a familiar voice from the other side.

"Mr. Kang Oh!"...