'Why should I do it?'

Yi Myeong-Hwan was lying on his bed in the dark room, staring dazedly at the ceiling above. The sparks of the flame in his heart, lit by Kang Jin-Ho earlier, didn't want to leave Yi Myeong-Hwan alone. As a matter of fact, those flames had been tormenting him ever since he left the auditorium.

'Before all that, though... Why am I supposed to get stronger, anyway?'

So unclear... Everything seemed so vague and unclear!

After witnessing Kang Jin-Ho's powers... No, even before that! Yi Myeong-Hwan wanted to become powerful. To become more powerful than anyone. Everyone! That was his foundation, his philosophy... The basis of his martial arts!

But now, he began questioning the very foundation of his existence as a martial artist. Why was he trying to get stronger? What was his purpose?

Wasn't this concept of gaining greater strength... too antiquated in this day and age?

Martial artists might not be willing to admit it, but the balance of power had already shifted to the surface world some time ago. In the past, the martial world secretly controlled the rest of humanity while avoiding being recorded in history books, but the advent of firearms and science had forced martial artists deeper into the shadows.

Even though the martial world proudly boasted about ruling the shadowy world, objectively speaking... It was forced into the darkness, hidden from the rest of humanity, precisely because they could no longer exist in the light.

In that case, what was the point of getting even more powerful in such a world? The world was already ruled by those with wealth and the ability to collect information, anyway.

There was a time in history when one's fist was all the motive power...