“Nothing lasts forever,” muttered Crockta. He was at the age when he understood the inevitability of change in the world, yet he couldn’t help but feel bitter about the truth. “The world…and people change.”0

He was walking listlessly back to his lodging from ‘Oppa, Where Are You Going?’ pub. He drank a sip of the cheap beer he bought on the streets as he whistled and drunkenly staggered into a back alley.0

“You are right.”0

Crockta turned around at the sudden voice. A drunk man was taking a swig of liquor. “Nothing lasts forever,” he repeated.0

Crockta assessed him with his drunken eyes. The man had a star on his forehead and was a respectable high-level player based on his aura and nice clothing. He could even be more than a high-level player; though for Crockta, it made little difference. He didn’t really distinguish between players based on their levels because he was way stronger than them.0

“Did someone betray you too?” asked the drunken man.0

“Betrayed…”0

Crockta had expected the Information Guild to maintain its cool atmosphere. He never doubted for a second that the pub would forever remain a refuge for men, but the continued...0