Prologue

"Let's Go!" I screamed in joy as my fingers scrolled my phone, several panels of ultimate MC fights appeared and disappeared quickly.

Then it was all put to an end by a massive 'The End' picture, making me sigh ever so much, I removed the comic from my library before jumping out of bed.

"I wonder though, how will Murim feel? Damn, those rough methods of training physically though, don't even get me started on internal methods!" A flow of images of how exciting an unsophisticated training would be in such a world screened in my mind.

I sighed another sigh before starting a sophisticated, modern way, boring method of training, however it was the only option available to me to strengthen my muscles.

It wasn't like I could just strap a couple logs of wood on my back and walk for a few kilometers, nor could I do squats with a huge hundred kilogram boulder on my hands.

"I have to be thankful though, life there is pretty darn hard for the weak, and I don't want to kiss up some governor's ass for money and power"

As soon as I dropped down for my daily routine of arm training, a portal appeared.

"Huh? Isn't that...no way bruh" The portal was translucent, through it what looked like Murim, poor villages flashed and mighty houses past, disciples punching iron screamed in pain and powerful shirtless and huge guys with muscle that seemed like they were alive punched a mountain with enough power to form a web of cracks multiple times.

"Free ticket to Murim itself? Yes Sir!" I said as I jumped through the portal, naively ignoring all the consequences.

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"Shit, I'm a baby in a dirt poor family"