Crockta wandered through the slums by himself in search of any remaining Haedong Balhae clan members, but no one stood out to him. The slums felt desolate. It seemed all of the players had withdrawn from Arnin, and the elves who used to reside there had left for work in the inner city. Only the sound of the construction workers shouting at the top of their lungs rang throughout the streets.1

As Crockta roamed around aimlessly, he wondered whether he was doing something futile, but then something caught his eye. He stopped in front of a construction site.0

“…!” Crockta’s eyes widened when he looked at the workers.1

They were sweating profusely with construction tools in their hands.0

“Hey! Move it carefully! You might get injured!”0

“Whew. Why do I have to do all this work in a game?”0

“I know, right?”0

White stars were shining brightly on the workers’ foreheads. Crockta carefully inspected their faces one by one. There were a few NPCs, but there were mostly players. The workers wore protection gear and spoke in technical jargon as they constructed buildings. It resembled construction sites in real life.0

“Hey, orc dude!” A man on the ground, who had been gulping water, waved his hand at Crockta.0

This man had a white star on his forehead as well.0

He said, “It’s my first time seeing an orc in Arnin! If you need to...0