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

"Survival?" Jin repeated, his voice low, eyes locked on the core pulsing like a heartbeat within the root-nest. "That's your answer?"

The green glow ebbed faintly across the tunnel walls, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then the pulse deepened, and the air trembled with a hum so low it was felt more than heard.

The voice came again. Not with words shaped by a mouth, but by sensation. Intention.

"I do not wish to destroy," it said. "But I will. If survival requires it."

The words weren't cruel. There was no venom in them. Just a calm, immutable truth. Like it was speaking gravity into being.

Joon let out a slow breath, lips tight. "So… what? It's giving us a warning?"

Echo frowned. "It's giving us a chance."

The vines hanging from the tunnel ceiling writhed faintly, almost curious, and then the core pulsed again. Jin's grip tightened around the hilt of his sword.

The Shedding of Skin