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

Hanseong bolted forward, body a blur against the ruined street. His muscles tensed, veins bulging beneath torn skin, but he didn't slow down. Blood streaked his chest, seeping through his shirt from the gash Jin had carved into him — yet he ran like he didn't feel it.

The broken katana hung at his side, its chipped edge scraping against the ground with a metallic hiss. His fingers twitched against the hilt, muscles coiled tight enough to snap. Blood dripped down his arm, a thin trail winding its way from his elbow to the ground, but he didn't react to it.

His eyes, dimly glowing in the fading light, tracked Hanseong's every step with cold detachment.

Hanseong's teeth bared. His grip tightened on his fractured blade, legs pumping harder as he lunged.

Jin's chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths.

Frenzy