Chapter 1 : The first day I decided to retire Sreung A sword is drawn from the scabbard. A retired war hero. A daughter is born. A novel, a long novel. The reflection in the mirror, which reflected the opposite side, showed the cold, emotionless eyes of a man. A man who had trained countless brilliant disciples, thrown himself into bat...
Chapter 1 : The first day I decided to retire Sreung A sword is drawn from the scabbard. A retired war hero. A daughter is born. A novel, a long novel. The reflection in the mirror, which reflected the opposite side, showed the cold, emotionless eyes of a man. A man who had trained countless brilliant disciples, thrown himself into battle for the kingdom, and whose eyes had become numb after the slaughter of tens of thousands. In those bloodshot eyes, the screams of those who had died by his hand, mingled with the blood spilled on the battlefield, tangled together in a dark, murky mass. “Phew.” A deep sigh escaped from the man’s mouth. To erase the memories that made his head throb. However, the memories, which were painfully branded into his mind, would never be erased, and in the end, th
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