This was no different from drugs and I wasn’t the only one addicted to it.

As the days passed, Ito Sota’s reputation had gotten worse to the point where it was now impossible for it to recover. His reputation crashed so hard that if we assumed that this continent was made from the same material as Earth, his reputation probably would have reached the Earth’s inner core by now.

‘Piece of trash...’

There was no other word to describe him. Less than four days later, he became a scumbag and was even called the hidden king of the underworld. He had also become known as someone who wouldn’t hesitate to trade slaves and traffic organs. He was a cold-blooded man who ridiculed women and killed many people to maintain his power. The wonderful news about him trying to assassinate me to cover hide his weakness was fueling this groundless rumor.

‘Of course...’

There were still a few people that didn’t believe in this juicy gossip, but it didn’t matter since people didn’t care whether the news was real or fake when everyone in the castle was talking about it.

‘It’s interesting news amidst their boring lives.’

The majority of the people hoped that this interesting news wouldn’t die down and that it wasn’t a lie. They wanted the witch hunt, the main topic of their conversations nowadays, to cont...