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Kang Jin-Ho lit up the cigarette stuck between his lips.

“I guess being a bad senior gets you beaten up, huh.”

He had witnessed quite a few senior soldiers getting rolled up inside their blankets already. Of course, Kang Jin-Ho had never participated in those... farewell ceremonies. And if someone wanted to do that to him, then well... He thought he wouldn't go out of his way to stop them.

Now that he looked back on his military experience, Kang Jin-Ho noticed how strange the Korean army could be. This place was more rigid than any other part of Korean society, yet it was also tightly woven in the sense of camaraderie.

Other than how slow the time could move in this place, Kang Jin-Ho evaluated the military as 'Not Bad.’ Especially when he took into account what he had acquired during his stay.

Kang Jin-Ho inspected the qi currently circulating within him, then closed his eyes.

'Around three-tenths, huh.'

According to his own estimation, he seemed to have recovered around thirty percent of his power at his peak in Zhongyuan. It had been five years since his return to the modern era, yet he managed to recover only that much. Thinking about how much longer he would need to regain all of his lost strength left him feeling somewhat gloomy.

A part of the reason had to do with just how high he had reached back in Zhongyuan. The biggest culprit, however, was the far lower level of absorbable qi in the modern era's atmosphere compared to Zhongyuan. Should he chalk this one up to the limitation imposed by the world?

If it hadn't been...