Yi-An disconnected from the server. He went to the kitchen and downed a cold glass of water.0

At dawn, the apartment was quiet. He checked that the door to Yi-Yoo’s room was closed and went outside to head to Riverside Park nearby. As Yi-An walked down the trail, he cooled his insides with the cold air.0

He was disoriented. Lenox was dead. Hoyt was dead, and Gultai was dead. All of the great warriors he had known were dead. Even after he logged out, this unfamiliar feeling refused to subside, so he decided to get a breath of cold air. However, instead of cooling off, the unfamiliar feeling thickened and coursed through him.1

Elder Lord’s NPCs were made with artificial intelligence. Even though their thoughts and emotions were flickers of data from electronic signals, were they really that different from the thoughts and emotions trapped inside human brains? Yi-An refused to blame himself for the pain he felt. Some might say it was his fault for being too absorbed in a game, but Lenox had been his mentor, and Hoyt had been his brother. Yi-An had learned a lot from them. They were more honest than humans in real life, and they understood honor and loyalty better than anyone he had ever met. He could never be like them.0

Yi-An covered his face with the palms of his hands. He was still confused. He couldn’t figure out the answer to his question.0

Suddenly, he saw something...0