The Korean Player Association’s warehouse was empty. The mithril door of the morgue that had been attached until last night was now in a pile on the floor. 

Shim Deok-Gu stared at the metal, deep in thought. 

‘Jun-Ho and Skaya said they moved the other Heroes, so…’ 

There was no need to keep the mithril door. But the Seoul History Museum’s morgue was symbolic, so it would remain. 

“...Should we do it?” 

As Shim Deok-Gu stared at the mithril, the old, ridiculous dream of his popped into his head. He wanted to create a great statue in front of the Association building. Of course, the statue wouldn’t be of him. That would be embarrassing… 

‘We should make a statue of Specter.’ 

Because he was the greatest Player that had ever come out of the Korean Player Association.

“Hmmm, with this much, we should be able to make it really big.” He smiled, satisfied. 

Just then, Seo Jun-Ho came rushing in. “Oh, it really is here.”

“...What’s the occasion? Why’re you here?” Shim Deok-Gu asked, worried that it was something urgent.

“Oh, it’s nothing big.” Seo Jun-Ho pointed at the scattered pile of mithril. “Can I have that?”

“You mean…” Shim Deok-Gu looked at the metal and...