A player, a writer, and now, a director.

Was it because this was already the third time Yeomyeong had met someone from outside the world?

He didn’t feel particularly shocked.

He was simply curious as to why such an out-of-the-blue meeting had happened like this.

If the man had shown hostility, that would’ve made more sense. If he’d been ambushed, he would’ve gladly counterattacked.

But Sancho, who introduced himself as a director, posed no threat. On the contrary—he had sent a limousine for the group and had one of his subordinates explain the situation during the entire ride.

The boss’s declining health.
A faction beginning to split as a result.