[ Just bill it to the < Kim Dokja Company >. Joonghyuk grips the hilt of his sword tightly, very tempted to pierce this stranger's head over something that sounds like a lie. Dark eyes scan Ye Xiu's expression with scrutiny, looking for even the smallest crack. If he was lying, would he stay here for so long? Or is it arrogance?

For now, Joonghyuk accepts the statement, maybe even content with the thought he might gain something in Prismatica—like fables. ]

... Power doesn't come without a price. [ For him, it isn't weird, but uncommon. ] Ask yourself that question instead.

[ His friends suffered to get where they are and he climbed over the corpses of others for his strength. It's difficult for him to fathom being given power so easily. There's a part of him that is envious—why couldn't that be him? There's a long pause, but his nerves are settling back to normal. ]

Is your fighting as good as your gameplay?

[ Curious. Since he hasn't met another pro gamer in... A long time. What makes Ye Xiu so special that he can turn into something like this? ]