Three hundred years later, Earth was engulfed in mana. Magic became the new normal. Those who could wield it rose to power. Those who could not were left behind.
I was a “mana reject” – someone for whom mana was poisonous. The very energy that gave others power was killing me. Every breath was pain. Every day was borrowed time. I lay waiting for death without even having awakened my powers.
Then one day, I became connected to the same soul from another dimension. A soul that had lived three hundred years ago. A soul that had reached the absolute pinnacle of power.
The absolute ruler of the martial arts world. The Supreme Poison Demon. Dang Gun-ak.
Now I am no longer just a mana reject waiting to die. I am a poison king trapped in a modern world, running a pharmaceutical company while carrying the knowledge of the most lethal techniques in existence.
Whoever controls the poison controls the cure. And I control both.
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