The Knights' Corridor was a place where the souls of famous knights would gather upon death. All kinds of armor and weapons were hung on both walls of the red-carpeted corridor. They were clearly luxury goods made by craftsmen from many eras.

"It feels holy..."

"Technically, this is heaven, you know,” said Hart.

The two moved slowly down the corridor.

Seo Jun-Ho followed closely and asked, "What do you mean you invited me?"

"Literally. As the rightful inhabitant of this corridor, I invited your soul up here for a bit."

Seo Jun-Ho knew the reason for the invitation without asking. Hart had told him that he shouldn’t blame himself for Hart’s death, but he still ended up blaming himself. Hart had to have called him up here out of frustration.

‘Ah, this is embarrassing.’

Seo Jun-Ho turned his head away out of embarrassment, and he heard a chuckle from Hart.

"It seems that you know what you did wrong."

"It wouldn’t have been weird otherwise…”

"That's true.”

‘So cool…’

Seo Jun-Ho coughed and said, "How have you been, Sir Hart?"

"I'm doing fine here, and I have already met many energetic people from the past, even though it had only been just a few hours."

Energetic people from the past? Seo Jun-Ho's stopped walking. Now that he thought of it, the Knights’ Corridor was where renowned souls gathered upon death.

‘Then, maybe Teacher, Cheon-Gwang, or the other Players I know…’

Seo...