It was like a cogwheel. On its own, it was meaningless, but when engaged with other cogwheels, it would be reborn as an elaborate machine.

‘Cheon-Gwang’s martial arts… It’s still here.’

He had definitely left it behind, the martial arts created due to His Majesty the Emperor's command. A hymn of hope that would change the world had been clearly engraved in this world.

'A little more. I need to take a closer look at the three martial skills left by Cheon-Gwang.’

However, there wasn’t enough time. Namgung Jincheon was approaching him and was only ten steps away.

‘Damn it. I just found a clue.’

Why didn't I find it earlier?

"Just a bit. If only I had a bit more time..."

Seo Jun-Ho's frustration was about to appear in his eyes.

Clack, clack.

"I’m sure you know this already, but I won’t last long."

Ha In-Ho suddenly appeared in front of Seo Jun-Ho. He was clad in broken armor, and he was not alone.

"I came here just in case, but as expected…”

Rahmadat stood next to Ha In-Ho. It wasn't just them.

‘Seven, eight, nine… thirteen people?'

Tankers, who should have been busy defending other Players, started...