The_Sacred_Flame

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there.

Then, the sky cracked open.

A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive.

People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this:

[Limitless Weapon Mastery]
"Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential."

No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill?

But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth:

It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

The Weapon Genius: Anything I Hold Can Kill

There was no point dragging this out.

He turned to Ryu. The man had been standing there quietly, listening. He wasn't rushing them, wasn't pressing for an answer—but he was waiting.

"We're leaving," he said. Simple. Direct. No hesitation.

No shift in stance. No flicker of surprise. Just a small nod—like he'd already expected it.

He wasn't sure what kind of reaction he had expected—maybe frustration, maybe disappointment. But there was none of that. Just the same steady composure.

Jin exhaled. "I just wanted to say… we appreciate everything. You and your men helped us survive when we didn't know what the hell we were doing. But…" His fingers curled slightly. "If we want to get stronger, we can't stay here."

One Last Favor