On the day of his meeting with the emperor, someone knocked on Seo Jun-Ho’s door at exactly 7 AM sharp.

“You are the Player Seo Jun-Ho, correct?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re ready, please come with me.”

The attendant from the palace bowed their head politely and escorted him to the coach. It was a disciplined movement, which was neither servile nor rude.

The coach smoothly departed without any problems and headed straight for the imperial palace.

‘So, this is the imperial palace.’

Seo Jun-Ho looked outside the window as they passed through the giant white palace’s front gate. The architecture held hundreds of years of history, and Seo Jun-Ho couldn’t help the way his chest tightened in amazement.

The coach spent another thirty minutes just winding around within the gates before it stopped.

“We have arrived.”

Seo Jun-Ho stepped down onto the ground and started walking down a long hallway, led by the attendant.

“When you enter the throne room, bow your head and walk forward. Your steps must be even, and you should not walk quickly nor slowly.”

There were more things he had to keep in mind than he had expected.

“Do not show any sharp items, even by accident. Your head will immediately be cut off.”

He even received a frightening warning. Seo Jun-Ho nodded, looking a little grim. “I understand.”

“Then, you may...