A knight of salvation, a guardian of humanity, the messenger of the goddess Yela, and the first sword. These were the titles once attributed to Lee Hwan.
Lee Hwan lowered his gaze. People with faces full of life were staring at him. They were the ones who had cheered for his every move.
He had only one wish – to grant a peaceful life to the one he loved.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“P mbcofrr ab jii ws rlcr.”
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“Is this a dream?”
Lee Hwan involuntarily muttered. It was not the harsh sound he had grown accustomed to since the monster attacked him last summer.
Could it be? Lee Hwan closed his eyes and clenched his fists. The sensation of all fingers intact was real. He moved his arm and lightly tapped his thigh. It was not an illusion. His lost arms were miraculously restored, and his body, once tormented by illness, felt surprisingly light.
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Huh? It feels lacking in context…
Wow such start, make us so curious! What vicissitudes did he go through?!