Memories of his human days were faint. 0

Theodore couldn’t remember his parents, his own face, or his name. However, Theodore remembered one fact clearly…3

I will be the strongest in the world!3

There was a time when he’d been a man… No, not just a man, but a man evaluated as a genius even among his family, which was said to have produced the strongest knights for generations.0

They’d called him a genius, they’d called him a generational prodigy, and they’d even called him the future of his family…0

But so what?0

Accolades weren’t enough—he hadn’t been enough.0

The fact was that the human body was fragile; its potential, limited. To seek the peak, Theodore knew he needed more than what his mortal coil could offer. And thus, he traded it for something greater.0

Upon being gutted of his heart and stripped of his flesh, he’d traded mortal life for eternal undeath, and from thereon, Theodore existed as a death knight. Moreover, he was the only one of his kind to retain an intact mind after conversion. 0

The ground on which Jae-Hyeok stood collapsed—the fragile basalt unable to withstand the clash of his and Theodore’s swords. 0

“You blocked it well!”0

Theodore’s sword plunged toward...0