Chapter 1: I Am a Reincarnator
I am a reincarnator.
Someone who died once and was born again.
If anyone called my second life a blessing from God...
I would call that blasphemy.
Because this life wasn't a blessing.
It was nothing more than a cruel curse handed down by a devil.
In my previous life, I was a Hunter.
Calling me a Hunter made it sound impressive, but in reality, I was a bottom-tier D-rank Hunter who could barely earn enough to feed himself.
I spent every day struggling to hunt the weakest monsters inside dungeons.
Every single day felt like standing on the edge of a cliff.
I had to risk my life just to afford my next meal.
Then one day, while clearing a D-rank dungeon alone, I had the worst luck imaginable.
I ran into a B-rank monster.
An Ogre.
Seriously? My life is completely screwed. How the hell does a B-rank Ogre appear in a D-rank dungeon?
What could a bottom-tier D-rank Hunter possibly do against a B-rank monster?
I struggled until the very end because I wanted to live...
But the outcome had already been decided.
Crack... crunch.
My head was ripped off while I was still alive.
A shitty fate.
A pathetic life.
And a meaningless death that perfectly suited both.
Just like the insignificant D-rank Hunter I had always been, I died miserably and alone, without anyone remembering me.
That was how my life ended.
Or at least, I thought it had.
Huh? What the hell is this?!
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in an entirely different world.
It wasn't the Unified Republic of Korea of the year 2095 where I had originally lived.
The place where I had been reborn was China.
More precisely...
The martial world.
A world where swords split the heavens.
Where bald monks shattered cliffs with their fists.
Where martial artists who had surpassed the limits of humanity overturned heaven and earth with their power.
It was the Central Plains martial world that only existed in fantasy web novels.
I had gone from being a Hunter...
to being reincarnated into the martial world!
Wait. Is this one of those insanely lucky fortuitous-encounter routes?
...I wished.
Unfortunately, my second life couldn't have been further from some miraculous adventure.
It was hell itself.
The martial world.
A merciless world where your place in life was decided by how powerful your martial arts were.
And right in the middle of that brutal jungle...
I had reincarnated into a body with absolutely no talent for martial arts.
To learn martial arts, one first needed to sense and control qi.
But I couldn't even manage that basic step.
No matter how carefully I controlled my breathing or focused on my dantian, all I could feel was exhaustion and helplessness.
It felt as if every meridian inside my body was blocked.
I had been reborn into the body of a complete dullard who couldn't even perform basic qi circulation.
In the martial world, I was someone from whom absolutely nothing could be expected.
In other words...
I had been reborn with another shitty fate.
Even if I had no talent for martial arts, I would have been satisfied if my second life had at least been peaceful.
But my cursed destiny wouldn't even allow me that simple wish.
Shortly after turning sixteen, I was kidnapped.
My kidnappers belonged to the Shadow Corps, an underground organization secretly created by the Righteous Alliance, the group that claimed to represent justice in the martial world.
The Righteous Alliance... those filthy hypocritical bastards.
Even now, just thinking about them made my blood boil.
In public, they shouted themselves hoarse about protecting justice and peace throughout the martial world.
But from within the unseen darkness, they carried out every disgusting conspiracy imaginable.
