Just when did it start to go wrong? Kang Jin-Ho couldn't tell.

It felt like the fog of powerlessness rising from the floor had enveloped him and was pulling him deeper and deeper into an endless quagmire. The bed he lay on seemed to have become mushier, like it was swallowing him up.

This sensation of helplessness... What a uselessly familiar feeling it was. It was something Kang Jin-Ho never wanted to feel again.

His life had always been a struggle against the hand dealt to him. From the moment he lost his family, fate had never smiled in his direction. Not even once. It always tried to snatch away something from him, or if not, it would torment him.

During his first life, Kang Jin-Ho was too powerless to resist his fate. All he could do was get pummeled by the headwinds and run away. The same thing used to happen in Zhongyuan, too. He seemed destined for another life of being crushed by fate, only to master martial arts and grow strong enough to finally resist.

He revolted when pressured. He fought and clawed back when attacked.

'However... I still failed.'

The final memories from Zhongyuan could never be called pleasant in any sense of the word. Kang Jin-Ho could still vividly recall the hostile glares of the people he had always considered enemies... as well as the man he thought was his ally. He had never opened himself up to any of his allies, but he still believed they had his back. However, that turned out to be false in the end.

However, all those things changed after he returned to the modern era....