‘And if someone realized that intention, leading us to this world, then the power to realize that intention must also exist.’

There certainly was a prime suspect: the being named Aldin. Aldin had summoned all the players and engaged them in this game.

'Who is Aldin? And what is Aldin's purpose? Why are the evil gods participating, why does the fourth continent exist, and why did the rules of the game change?'

Once these questions took roots, Sung-Woon could no longer focus solely on winning the game. He had to look beyond that. In the past, Sung-Woon would have been satisfied with just winning. Sung-Woon was a winning machine, and that was enough. But not anymore. Winning alone was no longer sufficient.

As the three beings sat in symmetry, a world of mental imagery opened up within their consciousness.

'Magic.'

Sung-Woon gazed at this world of mental imagery.

This mental input-output function wasn’t the power of the Sanctuary. It was Mazdari’s magic, revealing hidden secrets in visual images—more than revealing them, intervention was also possible. And that also meant it could be interfered with, making it an extremely dangerous magic. If used on someone's nightmare, they would get swept into the nightmare, and if used on...