Kazakhstan was a country sandwiched between Europe, Asia, and Africa. The Semey Plains was usually a very quiet place, but not today.

“This is H. I have arrived on the scene.”

The Korean Player looked around, stunned.

‘There are at least several thousand Players gathered here.’

It was a rare sight. However, it didn’t make him feel safe.

He took off his sunglasses as he stared up at the so-called Semey Gate.

“God…”

Crackle. Crackle. 

How should he describe it? It was a giant circle that was so huge it encompassed the skies. He was even hesitant to even call it a Gate.

‘I can’t believe that it only appeared an hour ago.’ 

It was a bad omen. A Gate this huge had never appeared on Earth before.

‘Something big is about to happen.’ He frowned. He was often told that he had a good instinct.

It felt like they were being swept by a sudden force of fate.

“Excuse me, can you tell me what’s going on?” H asked.

“It seems that they’re starting to settle down. That should mean that the Gate has stopped growing,” a member of the French Player Association replied. “At first, it seemed like it would infinitely grow, but it has already been twenty minutes since...