In a world where ancient creatures from the Goryeo era still lurk - Han Su Jin a descendant of the heroes who once locked these creatures away and two of his college friends - are unwittingly drawn into a sinister plot. Aries, a powerful and enigmatic being, has been searching for a way to unlock his kind from their mystical prison. Disguising himself as the CEO of Aries Pharmaceuticals, he conducts twisted experiments on the students, turning them into emotionless, superhuman monsters.

After the experiment fails, Aries abandons his plan for an army and instead forces the students to become monster hunters, tasked with tracking down the remaining creatures scattered throughout South Korea. But as they navigate this treacherous new world, the hunters become the hunted. Fueled by rage, revenge, and the last vestiges of humanity - compassion - they embark on a perilous quest for justice.

With each step, the stakes grow higher, and the destruction mounts. As Han Su Jin uncover the truth about Aries' true intentions and the ancient creatures that threaten humanity, he and other of his kind must confront the blurred lines between heroism and monstrosity. Will they find a way to reclaim their lost humanity, or will they succumb to the darkness that has consumed them?

#Action #Adventure #sci-fi fantasy #cultivation #weaktostrong

P.S. # I would employ two different narrative styles: First person (viewing chapters from different characters perspective) and Third person.

# The language would be to the authors preference and style, to give the book its own uniqueness. Not all words would be as they are, but would be to fit into the immediate event in the novel.

#Check out "My Last Two Years" by Still_Same.

The Place Called Home

*Continuation of Han Su Jin's story. Set in the past, three years ago* 


She was wearing a purple and dark blue hanbok. It had flowery patterns all over it; her hair was tied around in two large layers. She looked like a queen from the Joseon dynasty. It was that time of the year; we had a field trip to the "Gwangseongbo fortress" (a historical military outpost that fought bravely against the Americans during Sinmiyangyo - the American invasion in 1871). I was wearing a black hanbok too; my baji and jeogari were both black. 


"Ya (hey), I love how you maintained the complexity of the hanbok with just one color," she said, "but what's your obsession with wearing black?" This was the first statement she said to me. 


I looked at her with emotionless eyes, feeling a little bit shy and embarrassed at the same time, trying to maintain my cool and not show that I was starting to develop cold feet. 


A Story From The Archives Of My Mind