The third-rate warrior who remembers everything, Jin So-un, returned to thirty years ago, before the Demonic Cult returned. The fact that I returned to the past doesn't exactly look like a signal telling me to save the world. ‘If that were the case, they should have at least given me some special ability or attached something like Pa...
The third-rate warrior who remembers everything, Jin So-un, returned to thirty years ago, before the Demonic Cult returned. The fact that I returned to the past doesn't exactly look like a signal telling me to save the world. ‘If that were the case, they should have at least given me some special ability or attached something like Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng’s soul, right?’ My sect, a hopeless third-rate sect. Martial talent lowly beyond measure. The hand I hold is inherently too weak to rejoice at the fact that I returned. "I'm screwed." Jin So-un’s desperate struggle to change the despair of the determined future begins.
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