"Baek Jo-Pil, Master of Murim, Conqueror of all under the heavens"
That's who I am. I conquered all martial arts, defeated the Demonic sect, and there I was, about to breakthrough a realm that has been considered legend for hundreds of years.
How wicked. I should've known. What have I lived my life for? Hunting the Demonic cultists?
Hah.
Here I am, held by memories of a life I once lived. In this frail body. In this foreign world.
"Theodore"
An orphan left to die. Memories from my past life as the Murim Lord, and new memories of the life of this new body.
Is this some trial? Is this what I have to experience before becoming the Supreme being?
Bring it on. I've never ran from a challenge. I never will. I will conquer all— Perhaps give this scrawny body some peace while I'm at it.