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Baek Hyun-Jae, once the revered warlord of the Blood Heaven Sect, lies broken and betrayed by his closest allies his sworn brothers, his lover, and the very world he fought to protect. Burned alive by the treachery of those he trusted most, Hyun-Jae’s soul is ripped from his body and cast into the abyss. But in his final moments, an ancient demonic power reaches out to him, offering him a second chance a chance to return to the world he once knew, but not as a man seeking honor or redemption. This time, he will be a force of unrelenting vengeance.

Reborn twenty years in the past, Hyun-Jae remembers every betrayal, every moment of weakness, and every soul that wronged him. With his body restored and his mind sharper than ever, he begins his hunt systematically destroying the sects, factions, and individuals who will one day betray him. But his path to vengeance leads him into the arms of the Demonic Cult, where the power he seeks is dark, violent, and boundless.

With the cult’s ancient arts at his command, Hyun-Jae embraces his new, ruthless identity. No longer bound by the honor of the past, he becomes a creature of shadows, working from the shadows to tear down the pillars of Murim. His former allies, who now live their peaceful lives unaware of the storm about to hit, will be the first to fall. Betrayal has a price, and Hyun-Jae will make them all pay for their treachery in blood.

The Demonic Cult offers him the power he needs, but it comes at a cost a cost that could consume his humanity. Will his thirst for revenge leave him more monster than man, or will he rise as the undisputed king of Murim, casting his enemies into eternal darkness? The Murim world will burn, and only one man will remain standing Hyun-Jae, the Warlord of Blood and Shadows.

The Warlord's Regression

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale, sickly light over the mountain peaks. The wind howled through the jagged cliffs, carrying with it the scent of decay. The cave was cold unnaturally cold and Hyun-Jae could feel the weight of its darkness pressing in on him.

He stood at the mouth of the cave, his eyes scanning the black expanse before him. The world was different now, more… alive. He could feel the energy in the air, an ancient force that called to him, beckoned him.

This is no mere rebirth. This is a second life, he thought, clenching his fists. His muscles, once torn and broken, now felt like steel. His mind, once clouded with the fog of betrayal, was now sharp and clear. But it was not enough. His power was nothing compared to what he needed. His vengeance was not yet complete.

"Hyun-Jae," a voice called from the depths of the cave.

He turned to face the source, his hand instinctively falling to the hilt of his blade. But the figure that emerged from the shadows did not pose a threat. It was a man, tall and cloaked in dark robes, his face obscured by a mask adorned with strange, unsettling runes. The mask seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as if it were alive.

"Who are you?" Hyun-Jae's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.

The figure stepped forward, the shadows seeming to bend and shift around him. "I am one of the Elders of the Demonic Cult," the figure said, his voice smooth but laden with power. "And you, Baek Hyun-Jae, are the one we have been waiting for."

Hyun-Jae's eyes narrowed. "I did not come here to be a pawn. I came here to destroy."

The Elder's laugh echoed in the cave, low and sinister. "You will destroy, but not alone. You will lead, Baek Hyun-Jae. The Demonic Cult has seen your potential. We have been watching you, even as you rotted in the flames of your death. And now, you will take your place among us."

Hyun-Jae's gaze hardened. The anger inside him stirred, but so did something else an insatiable hunger. He could feel the power coursing through him, something dark and forbidden. "What do you want from me?"

"Everything," the Elder said, stepping closer. "Your loyalty, your strength, your soul. You are the vessel for our rise, the one who will bring about the downfall of the Murim world. We do not need you to simply destroy—no, we need you to help us reshape the world itself."

Hyun-Jae's expression darkened. "What do you mean?"

"The world is broken, Hyun-Jae," the Elder continued, his voice low and filled with a deep, almost sorrowful conviction. "The weak rule over the strong, and chaos reigns. The Murim world is divided, and it is doomed to tear itself apart. We, the Demonic Cult, will bring true order. We will unite the world under a single banner, under our control, and create a world where no one has to suffer again. A world where there are no betrayals, no weaknesses, and no suffering. A perfect world, forged in the fires of war and blood."

Hyun-Jae felt the pull of the Elder's words. The ideal, the vision… it mirrored the anger and hatred in his heart. A world ruled by strength, free from the weakness and treachery he had endured. He clenched his fists, his blood burning with the desire to see it realized.

"I will reshape the world," Hyun-Jae said, his voice low and filled with resolve. "But I will not do it for peace. I will do it for revenge."

The Elder's eyes gleamed beneath his mask, as if he had known this was exactly what Hyun-Jae would say. "And you shall have it, Hyun-Jae. We will bring about the perfect world a world where those who betrayed you, and all others who stand in our way, will burn in the flames of our vengeance."

A Path Of Darkness