The Veteran Swordmaster’s Stream (Novel) - Chapter 0 - Prologue
Chapter 0 – Prologue
Occasionally, memories of my past life came to mind.
Even though I did not even want them, that was.
“Child, won’t you come with me?”
A robe with red flowers embroidered on its sleeves caught my eye.
The robe fluttered but was neat, and the middle-aged man’s smile was full of playfulness to reassure the child.
Within the silence of the night.
The middle-aged man approached the child bound in chains and slowly reached out his hand.
At that, the child shrank back, pressing his hands against the floor.
The rough stone floor in contact with his palms was cold.
A black market that opened only during a full moon.
Even within it, the product at the very bottom was precisely the child.
“Hahaha. Do not worry. I have come to take you home.”
The middle-aged man wore a benevolent smile and waited leisurely with his hand reached out.
As time passed, the child, realizing that the person standing in front of him would not cause any harm, raised his head.
But the child could not look directly at the middle-aged man.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man assumed that the child was avoiding his gaze because of the continuous whippings, and turned his eyes to glare at the black merchant who had become a cold corpse.
However, the pupils, which had appeared only blurry to the middle-aged man, were clearly capturing something else beyond the hand.
Not the extended hand, nor the benevolent smile, nor the red plum blossom, but the sword hanging from the middle-aged man’s waist.
The child was looking at the sword.
And the moment he realized that he was that child looking at the sword in his memory.
Seo-jun woke up from his sleep.
“Ah…”
At the morning sunlight squeezing through the curtains, a grimace naturally formed.
It was not only because of the morning sunlight.
“Has it been a while since it appeared in a dream?”
Jin Seo-jun.
He did not know why, and who, or how it was done, but he recalled the memories of his past life at a young age.
He had glimpsed the past of a prodigy saved by a passing Taoist priest, the efforts of a highly anticipated and envied rising star, and the responsibility of a giant pillar supporting the Orthodox Faction.
And in his past life, he was.
Sword God.
He was called as such.
“What’s the use of being a Sword God in a past life?”
Seo-jun chuckled, drew the curtains, and began to tidy up the bed.
Autumn at the age of twenty-three.
It was the start of his usual daily routine.
No, he only thought it was so.
Ding.
Until a text message arrived, that was.