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Reincarnated in the land of Murim, Jin Taeho awakens in the body of the youngest son of the Moon Sect's leader, a weak and discarded soul who once took his own life. But Taeho is no ordinary man—he is the reincarnation of the sect's first and most feared leader, a ruler who forged the cult’s dark legacy with blood and power.

With the ultimate demonic techniques and the legendary sword that only the founder can wield, Taeho rises from the ashes of his former self. His past life’s memories flood him, and with them, a thirst for power and a burning desire to reclaim what was lost. The girl who once rejected the previous owner of his body for his weakness, and his elder brother who now holds the title of heir—none of them matter to Taeho. His true goal is to ascend to the throne of the Moon Sect and reshape its future in his image.

With no one aware of his true identity, Taeho begins to rise through the ranks in silence. He will play the weak son, bide his time, and wait for the moment when his dark power will be fully unleashed. The Moon Sect has no idea that the first cult leader has returned to claim his legacy.

Legacy Of The First Demonic Cult Leader

The world was dark when Jin Taeho awoke.

The cold stone beneath him, the faint scent of incense and burning herbs—it all felt familiar, but at the same time, foreign. His body ached, as though he had been asleep for centuries. His mind buzzed with fragmented memories that didn't belong to him. Echoes of a life, a life he had once lived—filled with power, darkness, and the blood of his enemies.

Taeho's hand rose to his face, fingers tracing over features that didn't belong to him. The body of the youngest son of the Moon Sect's leader—discarded, broken, and discarded once more. A failure. The one who had taken his own life in despair, unable to live up to the terrifying legacy of the demonic sect.

But the soul of the first cult leader had returned. The demonic power that once ruled the cult's darkness was now coursing through him. The original founder of the Moon Sect—whose name had become a legend feared by all—was back. Reincarnated through time, now in the body of the youngest son.

Taeho pushed himself up, unsteady at first, as if awakening from a long slumber. The memories of his former life as the cult's ruler flooded him. The forbidden rituals, the blood sacrifices, the intoxicating power of the demonic arts—all of it was now within his reach. This weak, frail body could not contain the ferocity that lay within his soul. He was not the broken youngest son anymore; he was the first leader of the demonic sect. A ruler born in darkness.

The previous owner of the body had been weak, consumed by his own uselessness. He had cared for a girl—the one who had rejected him, disgusted by his inability to meet her expectations. He was too weak, too powerless. She chose his elder brother, Moon Jiwon, the heir apparent to the cult. But Taeho felt no resentment for the previous owner's failure. That man had lost the right to live. He was nothing now.

Now, Taeho was reborn with the knowledge and power of a leader. He no longer cared about the girl, or his brother's mockery. His eyes, once dimmed by despair, now burned with the fire of a demon reborn.

He stood, feeling the strange weight of the sword lying at his side. The cursed, demonic blade that only the founder of the Moon Sect could wield. The sword had been hidden, forgotten over time. But it still felt familiar, like an extension of his soul. He could feel its dark power, its hunger for destruction, just as it had always called to him.

He looked toward the distance. The Moon Sect, with all its twisted teachings and blood-soaked rituals, was still under the control of his elder brother, Moon Jiwon. Jiwon, the son who had been chosen to carry on the sect's power. But Taeho knew that Jiwon was a puppet, controlled by the cult's elders and their desire for control. Taeho was the true heir, the one who had founded this demonic empire centuries ago. His legacy had been stolen, and now it would be returned.

Taeho's power surged, but he kept it in check. For now, he would play the role of the weak son, the one they all thought was too insignificant to matter. His family, his brothers, the cult—they had no idea who he truly was. They believed him to be nothing but a burden, a failure.

But in time, Taeho would show them. The demonic sect would rise again, and it would be under his reign. His power would grow in silence, unnoticed by all who thought themselves his superiors. His enemies would tremble, and the cult would bow to him once more.

The world had forgotten the first cult leader. But soon, they would know his name again.

Rebirth in the Shadows