Old Masters Player Doesn’t Rot

I stepped through the Gate, only to find myself inside the game where I was ranked first.

Team Disaster 3, corporate outcast, the secretly overpowered Lee Yuwon.

Finally, it was my time to shine! Just as I thought that, a coworker six years younger beat me to the punch.

“I happen to know this game a bit.”

“Huh?”

“I was ranked third in this game. If you want to clear this, you absolutely need the number one player in front of me.”

The same guy who absolutely hated my guts at work—

“My heart feels synced with my HP. I can’t live without you, Noona.”

—was actually my obsessive fanboy in-game?

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Character Info

⌗ Gong (Top)

⌗ Yoon Chanyoung (23)

An S-class combat esper. He’s been on edge ever since his favorite game shut down and he lost everything. To make matters worse, his fellow new hire, Lee Yuwon, is weak and completely useless in his eyes.

⌗Soo (Bottom):

⌗ Lee Yuwon (29)

A C-class human battery and cameraman who barely landed a job through a “low-rank inclusion initiative.” He’s responsible for recording team footage, but his low grade and terrible video quality have left him marginalized within the team.

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“Is playing with people’s feelings fun for you? You wore flowers in your hair and the dress I gave you, swishing around. You seduced me by offering delicacies and doing your damned best, and now what?”

“Is it a crime to be a fashion geek? What’s wrong with dressing up a character? It’s a man’s instinct to want something pretty!”

He believed only what he wanted to… This bastard never made sense, neither in-game nor in reality.

“So that’s why you revealed your identity?”

“No, so calm down first. And you idiot, you know better than anyone that you can’t clear this without me.”

At this point, Yuwon was beyond caring. Sorry was sorry, but right now, I was in charge.

“Don’t touch me. If we just go our separate ways like this….”

I irritably pushed away his hand. Thankfully, he backed off easily. Just as I sighed, thinking we could finally communicate, Yuwon suddenly felt a sharp blow to the back of his head.

You’ve been struck by the stun hammer.

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“…Hyung. I was wrong… Please don’t abandon me…”

Big fat tears fell onto Yuwon’s shoes.

“What do you mean abandon…”

“You’re not abandoning me?” Yoon Chanyoung looked up at Yuwon with hopeful eyes.

“Don’t use words like ‘abandon.’ It’s not abandoning, it’s more like… um, ignoring.”

“You’re right. I’ll correct myself. Please don’t ignore me.”