As Kang Chul-In arrived at the central plaza, he could see a lot of people crowded there.

Why are they all here at this time of day?

He didn’t understand.

It was 8 p.m at night, and since it was winter, it was pitch black outside.

Unlike Earth, since the Pangaeans lacked technology, they usually all went home by the time the sun fell. It was extremely strange that everyone was outside like this.

Bambababam babam Bababam!

Kang Chul-In could hear music that sounded somewhat familiar to him.

Babam!

-You suck!

Babam!

-You suck!

It was music from the TV program that the civilians were watching, WWL (World Wrestling League). With the music, a pro wrestler, Scott Angle, showed up. 

“Booooo!”

“Get lost! Stupid baldie!”

“Get out of there!”

“Let’s go! John Michaels! Beat him up!”

The majority of the male citizens started cheering.

Don’t tell me…

To confirm his thoughts, Kang Chul-In made his way through the crowd to see what the citizens were looking at.

“Ah, milord!”

“Is that milord?!”

Realizing that Kang Chul-In was there, the citizens split apart to give room for Kang Chul-In. It was as if Moses was splitting the red sea again. 

“What the…”

Confirming his...