Shwiiing...

Kang Jin-Ho slowly unsheathed Crimson Destiny. The sight of the naked blade gleaming coldly without much light seemed to cool his head and calm his heart.

Once upon a time, he had considered this sword a part of his body. Whenever he drew this weapon, blood had to be spilled. To him, Crimson Destiny was not only his trusted ally but the solution to all his problems as well.

Whenever there was conflict, he would pull this sword out. Whenever someone opposed him, it would be time to rely on Crimson Destiny. Such a thing was normal in that era.

The person named Kang Jin-Ho prided himself on being a civilized man from the future, but his thought process gradually became the same as the denizens of Zhongyuan the more he experienced that era. Funnily enough, Kang Jin-Ho the 'Zhongyuan resident' was gradually adapting back to the ways of the modern era.

He had to always remember something while trying to live in modern times. And that was...

This was not Zhongyuan. Every conflict couldn't be resolved with Crimson Destiny.

Still...

Shwiiing...

Kang Jin-Ho sheathed Crimson Destiny, then quietly closed his eyes.

'The story changes if that's what the other side wants.'

Indeed, the first side to resort to violence wasn't him but them. Since that was the case, Kang Jin-Ho would simply respond in kind. By doing so, they should learn—learn that their methods were lukewarm at best and that the price for provoking Kang Jin-Ho was unimaginable.

Letting the ones who had assaulted him go free was...