Two hours later, at the Korean team’s waiting room at Union Square... 

Park Muyeol, Mido, and I arrived by bus together and met the other Korean players. However, the joy was also temporary. Union had hired a clean director with no corruption and we had a long meeting with the director on the rules and strategies of the Star Field.

Time passed quickly and we were on the verge of playing.

“Then let’s come together.”

The South Korean players placed their hands together at Captain Lim Changyong’s words. The funny thing was that among the hands, there were elderly hands with small wrinkles. It was just that no one laughed. No one dared to express their dissatisfaction with the fact that Park Muyeol and I were proud representatives of South Korea.

“Would the two of you like to say a word?” Lim Changyong looked between Park Muyeol and I.

Park Muyeol glanced at me and said, “I think it is better for Chuntaek to speak than me.”

“Hrmm.”

I was deeply troubled due to Park Muyeol passing the baton to me. What could I say right now? I was...