I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Now, nearly three years since I came to this world.

Although I was merely a foreign worker, I had come to be nearly recognized as a hero after acting as an adventurer. Ironically, I hadn’t thought of adventuring from the moment I arrived in this world.

After all, when I first arrived in this world, everything was so unfamiliar that I had no choice but to be cautious in my actions.

Even if it didn’t suit my temperament, the priority was to gradually adapt to my situation and think about starting something once I had a foundation.

Working as a porter was part of that adaptation when I worked in a factory, and of course, during that time, I acted alongside workers who had come to this world before me or at the same time.

“Wow, is this a watermelon or a dairy cow?”

“It’s a goddamn cow, you bastard!!!!”

Such phrases burst out every day, marking the start of mornings filled with nothing but pouring molten metal or hammering iron inside the factory.

With workplaces filled with violations of worker laws, it was fortunate to even receive proper wages, let alone expect overtime or weekends off.