Max led Seo Jun-Ho to an open area behind the city hall, where dozens of Players and Adventurers were gathered. 

“Commander Phivir.” Max walked up to one of the knights and bowed politely. The middle-aged man turned to him. He seemed quite powerful. 

“Max. How is the situation outside?”

“There are still many people waiting. At this rate, it’ll take two days for the examinations alone,” Max replied. 

“It can’t be helped. I only want the best fighters to participate in the competition.”

‘Only the best? They’re not letting all the applicants join in?’ 

Seo Jun-Ho blinked, and Phivir turned toward him. 

“And who is this?” he asked. 

“Oh, he’s a Player I know.” Max nudged Seo Jun-Ho. “Greet him. He’s the commander of Gilleon’s knights, Sir Phivir,” he whispered. 

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Seo Jun-Ho.”

“Hmm.” Phivir looked him up and down. He nodded slowly. “You look quite strong. Looking at that watch, you must be a Player… What level are you?” he asked.

“Level 50.”

“Interesting.” He didn’t look down on Seo Jun-Ho because his level was low. On the contrary, Phivir seemed even more impressed because his level was low. “You’re talented.”

“You flatter me.”

“Did you come because you wish to participate in the competition?” Phivir asked.

“Yes.” Seo...