Click, click, click, click, click, click!

The hundreds of cameras present in the venue were still filming and taking pictures of the South Korean representatives. On this day, the eve of the start of the competition, the Korean representatives received the most attention among all of the representatives.

“And lastly, may we all ask the representatives to gather together on stage to take pictures?”

Minhyuk suddenly interjected after hearing the reporter’s request, “Ah. Wait a moment. There’s still one more person coming.”

“Huh?”

The reporters looked at Minhyuk in doubt. All of the publicly declared representatives were already gathered. However, when they looked at it closely, they realized that there was still one more seat without a player.

“What? Who’s going to come?” Locke, or Jisoo, expressed his doubts. But then…

Murmur, murmur—

Another commotion started as a man, wearing a white mask that covered half of his face, walked out from the crowd. Minhyuk smiled happily when he saw the man appear. The man slowly approached Minhyuk and reached his hand out for a handshake, a gesture that Minhyuk gladly accepted. This man was none other than Death. It was ‘Jung Ji-Hoon’.

Jung Ji-Hoon had originally received the Athenae’s management’s invitation to participate in the World War since he met the requirements for the quota. This was the quota wherein each country could send out two people to participate in the games, even if they did not receive the MVP title.

However, despite their invitation...