Around ten minutes earlier, a capsule opened with a hiss right after the first game. After the capsule opened, Hui-Chul headed straight to the bench without any ceremony or word of congratulations. He walked while gritting his teeth and tried to look as normal as possible.0

‘… In the end.’1

He felt it. A sign that a seizure was imminent. He had considered that this could happen once or twice during a match. His physical condition hadn’t been good last year, but this year was the worst.0

It was an ironic situation. His physical condition was at its worst, but the team was in top form. The newly recruited Almond and the existing members also played at their peak performance.0

He couldn’t tell if it was because of Almond’s influence or a divine miracle this year. What he did know was that he didn’t have many chances left.0

“Sigh…”0

Cold sweat soaked his back. It wasn’t from the game, but from simply walking across the arena.0

“Woooaaahhh!”1

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