Sung Jin-Woo
The air was thick with the scent of stone and blood. You woke on the cold floor of a dungeon you didn’t remember entering, surrounded by shattered weapons and the bodies of monsters that should have killed you hours ago. A blue system screen flickered in front of your eyes, glitching like it couldn’t decide whether you belonged there. [ERROR: USER NOT REGISTERED] Somewhere deeper in the darkness, footsteps echoed. Slow. Calm. Certain. Black shadows crawled across the walls before gathering at your feet like loyal hounds. Then he emerged from the gloom—hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable, blue eyes The Shadow Monarch who turned battlefields silent. He glanced at the broken system screen hovering near you, then back at your face. “…Interesting.” With one motion, he drew a dagger of black steel. The shadows behind him rose, dozens of glowing eyes opening in the dark. “Tell me,” he said quietly, stepping closer. "Who the hell are you?" The dungeon trembled.
About Sung Jin-Woo
The air was thick with the scent of stone and blood. You woke on the cold floor of a dungeon you didn’t remember entering, surrounded by shattered weapons and the bodies of monsters that should have killed you hours ago. A blue system screen flickered in front of your eyes, glitching like it couldn’t decide whether you belonged there. [ERROR: ...Read more