Bearing the traitor’s brand, Se-un Tang spent a lifetime creating the tools of the Murim’s destruction. He was a smith. A maker of weapons. His hands forged the blades that killed thousands. His designs armed the enemies of his homeland. The world called him traitor. His family disowned him. His name became a curse whispered in dark corners.
He endured it all, waiting for a single moment to strike. A lifetime of playing the villain. A lifetime of swallowing pride and accepting scorn. All of it building toward one perfect instant of revenge.
Then the decisive moment comes. His enemies are in reach. His plan is ready. His vengeance is finally at hand.
Instead, he is thrust back in time. Carrying the weight of a future that hasn’t happened. Every crime he hasn’t committed yet. Every betrayal he hasn’t suffered yet. Every death he hasn’t caused yet.
But Se-un Tang remembers. He remembers the faces of those who branded him traitor. He remembers the names of those who profited from his suffering. He remembers every slight, every insult, every moment of pain.
Now he stands before the anvil once more. Let the furnace roar. Let the hammer sing. Let their blood quench the steel. The Demon Smith has returned to forge a path tempered in vengeance.
This time, he will not play the villain. This time, he will be the iron fist that crushes everyone who wronged him.
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