The Korean Players Association headquarters was larger than I expected.
Not taller.
Not grander.
Larger.
The kind of large that made it obvious an absurd amount of money had been poured into its construction.
The moment I stepped out of the car, my gaze drifted upward toward the upper floors disappearing into the afternoon sky. The building stood in the center of Seoul like a declaration that the world had changed and there was no going back.
Glass walls reflected sunlight across the surrounding district.
Mana barriers shimmered faintly around the structure.
Armed security personnel stood near every entrance.
Players moved constantly through the front gates.
Some wore armor.
Some carried weapons.
Others looked completely normal until a status window briefly flickered in front of them.
The old world and the new world had fused together so thoroughly that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.
