Translator: Dreamscribe

It was a remarkable thing that within the Land of Erosion, there was a place untouched by the energy of Erosion. That place became the foundation for many possible actions.

Jinwoo already knew that Erosion would try to tempt the Heroes.

Had there not been a sincere heart for Arsilan, division could have occurred. Jinwoo knew all too well how such division had unfolded during the hundred years of Erosion. That was why a character like Leon was necessary.

Leon was the one who united the Heroes.

Jinwoo approached the Heroes. They were organizing the relics left behind by the Erosion.

“Priest-nim? You came at just the right time! We were thinking of holding a simple funeral....”

The Heroes gathered around him. Members of the advance party like Haebyul and UruBear, who had arrived after hearing the news late, also appeared. Although there were other Clerics, Jinwoo was the most well-known Priest here.

Jinwoo looked at the Hero standing next to him.

“Leon..., do you miss him a lot?”

“Of course.”

Various emotions flickered across the Hero’s gaze.

"Now they're going to do overseas service, but it’s such a shame. Not being able to witness Leon-nim’s greatness is just....”

“He’s my favorite.”

“My life changed because of him. So Leon-nim’s life should change too.”

“Wow! Your line was killer.”

To the Heroes, Leon had become something far more than just a character.

Jinwoo felt the same way.

Just as they longed to see Leon again, Jinwoo also wanted to see those he had lost. When that moment came, what kind of expression would he wear?

With a deep breath, Jinwoo proceeded with the funeral in the Church’s fashion.

‘Hmm....’

Something was boiling up inside Jinwoo.

The employees at FS Games practically worshipped him.

‘Hahaha! CEO-nim, so when’s the scenario coming?’

‘There’s no need to keep it a secret anymore!’

‘We’re ready to work!’

‘Should we add more Leon merchandise while we’re at it?’

They looked at him with eyes full of curiosity and trust, eager for the continuation of the scenario.

Without knowing what he was going through!

‘You’re doing well.’

‘Jinwoo. Thank you! I believed in you!’

‘You really are a genius. Haha!’

Grandfather, noona, hyung.

Jinwoo’s family looked at him every morning with pleased expressions, and the Heroes of Arsilan Saga held immense expectations.

‘So Leon’s alive, right?’

‘Without Leon, the vibe in Evanth might just die out.’

‘Leon’s pitiful.’

‘There’s even a fan club for him in Rainsword....’

Even the NPCs who had experienced everything with Jinwoo were the same.

‘I see.’

Jinwoo realized it.

He had finally come to understand!

There had once been a masterpiece game, where the game director had gone against the players’ sentiments. The players’ affection vanished, and only criticism remained. Jinwoo had seen it and thought it was the worst kind of power struggle.

Why act that way?

Wouldn’t it be better to just release a user-friendly patch?

He had scoffed at the time, thinking that.

‘The outcome was decided from the start anyway.’

From the beginning, Jinwoo had no choice.

It was a re-enlistment “draft notice” he had been trying to ignore. And the draft couldn’t be refused.

They say something big is coming?

Something enormous is really going to come?

You’re ready to cry your heart out?

‘If that’s the case....’

Then he would create something truly colossal.

As an Archmage and game developer, he made his decision. If this was an irresistible flow, then he would give them a performance that would be remembered forever!

He would stab them right in the gut.

That way, it would feel less unfair.

‘Alright.’

Jinwoo changed his mind.

Everyone said they wanted to see Leon. Then he would show him so much that they would get sick of it.

No matter how mysterious a being is, if exposed too often, people get tired of it eventually. If that happened, Leon’s importance could naturally decrease in the future.

It was a shift in thinking worthy of an Archmage.

Jinwoo lifted his head.

He connected this land, devoid of Erosion’s energy, with the Magic Barrier. Thanks to that, many things that had previously been impossible in this place were now achievable.

Jinwoo opened the notification window.

Jinwoo (General Director): Gather, I'm going to direct something.

└Tiris (Assistant Director): You're entering berserk mode again after a long while. I’ll support you with all I’ve got.

└Tia (Unemployed): Hehe... I’m looking forward to it.

└Heina (Guard Captain): Is there anything I can help with?

└Helby (Platinum Coin Shop): I wasn’t exactly waiting. But if you beg, I might help a little. But only if it's Leon’s appearance.

└Garsha (Village Chief of Lunatie): Is it possible to watch it in real time? It’s gotten quiet in Lunatie, and I feel a bit lonely.

└Hallon (Dark Priest): I understand that feeling too.

└Mia (Giant Cat): Meow! I’m also a Leon fan, nya.

└Garsha: What’s with your tone?

└Mia: I’m practicing. The Heroes seem to like it.

└Garsha: Grrr! Like this, grrr?

└Mia: That’s purr-fect, nya!

As if they had been waiting, many NPCs began commenting. Tiris took on the role of assistant director, and the long-quiet Magic Tower was fully activated.

“May you sleep in the embrace of Goddess Ella.”

Jinwoo concluded the funeral in a solemn atmosphere.

Just as the Heroes were offering a silent prayer.

[Main Quest has been updated.]

[Arsilan] Memories from the past to the present, and into the future.

The Hero's warm heart remained unshaken like the Holy Sword.

They mercilessly cut through erosion's provocation and temptation.

Blessing such beautiful hearts, the will of the souls who perished in this land has imbued the Holy Sword.

*Reward: Memories of the Past, Souls' gratitude

A quest window appeared before the eyes of the Heroes. As they stared in surprise.

[The will of the Holy Sword recalls forgotten memories.]

[Memories that no one sought are reconstructed across time and space along with your heart. Would you like to view the memory of that day?]

“Memory?”

“Oh...”

The Heroes swiftly accepted.

Even if there had been a Hero who didn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. Jinwoo was going to force-feed it anyway!

Jinwoo covered the entire exposed land with Illusion Magic.

With no interference, the Archmage’s computational power and Magic Power erupted, enveloping the entire ground. In response, a bright light burst from the Magic Tower.

The Heroes were bewildered by the suddenly changed scenery.

The ruins enveloped in the landscape of Erosion had vanished, and a beautiful castle had emerged. It was more majestic and beautiful than any structure previously seen in Arsilan. Around the castle, the people of Arsilan lived their lives with bright smiles.

Haebyul looked around.

The countless Heroes who had been nearby had disappeared, leaving only her and her party member UruBear.

“This place is...”

“Looks like an old memory?”

Haebyul and UruBear walked through the street.

“Sir Knight! Please try this.”

“Huh?”

A merchant with a pleasant expression offered them a fruit they had never seen before.

Haebyul cautiously tasted the fruit.

It tasted sweet, but gave no sense of fullness. That indicated everything around them was an illusionary world composed of memories.

It seemed that Haebyul and UruBear were recognized as knights in this place.

It was a common technique in games, but stepping into it directly like this made it feel as if they had traveled back in time on a time machine.

-Seems like the past.

-I’m weak to things like this.

-Is this a hidden quest?

A light appeared before Haebyul’s eyes.

It lingered in front of her, then floated far ahead. It seemed to beckon her to follow. Haebyul and UruBear entered the castle, following the light.

“Haah!”

“Haaap!”

They could see knights training.

Even children were holding wooden swords and training. Their cheeks were still chubby and adorable, drawing a natural smile.

Haebyul and UruBear felt warm inside.

Now that she thought about it, there were no children in Evanth or the other villages. Even though Beastkin looked young, they weren’t quite at the level to be called children.

“Huh?”

Haebyul was startled as she spotted a girl swinging a wooden sword.

“Haah!”

She swung her sword with force at a straw dummy, but it didn’t seem to go as she intended.

“Heina..., Captain?”