Park Muyeol roamed the streets of Mulan. He grumbled for 30 minutes as he recalled Chen’s stinginess.

“Urgh. It already happened. Why drive me out?”

It was too much no matter how he thought about it. He had repeatedly apologized but Chen refused to accept his apology. Rather, he looked at the weapons he worked hard to make and shed tears. Then he ordered Park Muyeol to leave.

‘I just swung a staff.’

He wandered around and now he saw Mulan’s market. There were many merchants soliciting customers and a delicious smell pierced his nose. Some sold weapons and others sold armor. He wanted to buy weapons but he had no money. He saw it at this time.

[Recruiting soldiers! Weapons are provided at the end of training! — head of the training camp, Kunta.]

“Training camp?”

Suddenly, he had an idea. It was embarrassing but he had actually gone to Samcheong College of Education once. Well, it was during a time of upheaval. Still, he thought it would be a bit different here. It was virtual reality so Park Muyeol wondered what the training camp would look like here.

However, it seemed lonely if he went there alone. According to Chuntaek, the young people here didn’t get along well with those who were over 50. Well, he roughly understood it but still thought it was a bit too much. No, did he want to get older?

“Damn, I suddenly feel sad.”

Park Muyeol thought about something for a moment before pressing the log out button. The lid of the capsule...