No gods. No faith. Just lead.
Hwang Jung Min was once the most feared gunman of the Saints—an elite order of holy assassins tasked with eliminating demons, heretics, and false prophets. They called him the Bullet Saint, a walking exorcism wrapped in scripture and steel.
Then he broke the one commandment you never break:
He spared a life.
Branded a traitor and left for dead, Jung Min disappeared into the shadows, trading his sacred bullets for cheap cigarettes and silence. But when a teenage girl walks into his ruined world carrying the broken hilt of God’s last weapon, old ghosts rise—along with enemies not even heaven can explain.
Now hunted by angels, corrupted saints, and relic-mad warlords, Jung Min must pick up his guns one last time. Not to save the world.
Just to burn it clean.
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It felt like a peak moment, strangely powerful and simple, like truth without the fluff. I’m not sure why it struck me so deeply, but it did, leaving a lasting impression.
Something about this felt like peak, even if I can’t fully explain why. It hit different, felt real and grounding, an unexpected feeling of clarity and quiet strength.
No gods, no faith, just lead. This was peak—I'm not sure why, but it felt good for some reason, like something real and raw that stuck with me longer than I expected, oddly comforting in its simplicity.