Jeopryeonhwa
Jeopryeonhwa
They say everyone is born with a destiny.
Some are born as the sons of the wealthy and grasp gold nuggets at their first birthday party, while others are abandoned on the streets the moment they are born and grow up begging for milk from the beggars of the Beggars' Sect...
People called such things Heavenly Mandate.
That everything from being born as a human to living and dying is the will of the heavens.
I do believe those words.
After all, since I reincarnated into a martial arts work I liked, it's actually quite difficult not to believe it.
When I first realized I had entered a world I loved, I liked it at first.
To be honest, I was a little excited.
For starters, since I grew up as a martial artist, there was no risk of being sliced to death by some street thug.
Besides, the protagonist—who would gobble up every single fortuitous encounter and mow down enemies—would surely take care of all the scum that would overflow in the future anyway.
Anyway, the first memory I always recall after opening my eyes here is the day I stood before a massive mountain gate.
I probably would have died a lonely death in front of that gate if I'd been left there, but a sect called the Changun Sect took me in.
They might have been showing some mercy, but they probably figured they could make me a disciple if I was useful, and if not, just make me do chores.
Luckily, it seems I was quite useful.
Not long after I first picked up a sword, I was told I had talent.
Before long, I caught the Sect Leader's eye, and before I knew it, I had become a direct disciple.
It's a bit of a flex... but honestly, I think I'm allowed to brag this much.
Anyway, it seems my future was quite highly anticipated even within the sect.
The Sect Leader sent me off to Taehwa Academy, where children of my age gathered.
And while staying there, children from countless sects and families would talk without a moment's rest.
About how a child from some sect defeated someone in a duel.
About how remnants of the Demon Cult were rearing their heads again in the Outlands.
About how a genius from the Namgung Clan manifested sword qi at the age of seventeen.
At first, they were just interesting stories.
But strangely, they felt familiar.
They were definitely names I was hearing for the first time, yet they felt oddly nostalgic.
A sect I felt like I'd seen somewhere.
A title I felt like I'd heard somewhere.
An academy in a martial arts novel that made me want to shout, "Gal! This isn't how martial arts works!" or something...
The name of a villain who looked like they'd get their ass kicked eventually.
So, about five years after picking up the sword and four months after entering the academy, I realized that this was the world of Hyeop-un, the martial arts game I loved in my past life.
It was a game where routes were divided by heroines and a single wrong choice led straight to a bad ending, but I think that's why I enjoyed diving into it even more.
Though my first thought was that being told to live inside it was a bit of a gray area.
Anyway, I briefly considered gobbling up all the fortuitous encounters meant for the protagonist and then wondering aloud why the original protagonist was so weak... but I'd long since given up on that because I didn't particularly like fighting or quarreling with people.
It seemed right to leave the grand task of fighting the world's evil to the protagonist, after all.
Since I hadn't snatched any fortuitous encounters or kept anyone who was supposed to be an ally by my side, the protagonist would surely take down the villains threatening the world, the heinous Public Enemies of the Murim, and the Demon Cult without any issues.
So... that's how it should have been.
But for one reason or another, famous martial artists started becoming obsessed with me.
It would be better if they were trying to confess their love, but most of them are people who want to move my head and my body to different locations.
Sure, I somehow ended up killing my fiancé's father, cutting down some hypocritical righteous sect bastards who were no better than the Unorthodox Faction, and taking refuge in the Demon Cult to become a Guardian, but I still think this is a bit much.
Like a spring dream or autumn clouds, there should be nothing easier than meeting and parting ways.
Well, things like that can happen when you're living life.