During the afternoon when the sun was at its highest in the sky, magic energy wavered in a damp alley. A moment later, the energy shaped into a man.

“We’re here. This is Rome.” The speaker was a teleporter from the Korean Player Association. He glanced behind his shoulder, tilting his head. President Shim Deok-Gu had given him a personal order so he had been nervous, but his task was easier than he imagined.

‘Who is he?’ 

It was hard to discern the identity of the man he had escorted because the latter was wearing a baseball cap, a mask, and sunglasses. But if he was on a secret mission, he must be a high-leveled Player.

“I’ve fulfilled my task. I hope things go well for you.” 

The man simply nodded at his gesture. 

“I have other assignments, so goodbye…” The teleporter checked the time and disappeared into the alleyway. All alone, the Player looked around. 

“So this is Rome.” The Player with the baseball cap pressed down low was Seo Jun-Ho. 

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