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Ok Girin, the Handsome Peongdaesan. The most handsome man in the world, Peongdaesan.

Peongdaesan hated this nickname.

He was truly fed up with it.

It was just a nickname attached to him because he was good-looking and had a nice face.

Anyone who smiled and said they liked such a nickname was not worthy of being a martial artist.

Peongdaesan was twenty-two years old.

He had barely reached the prime of his life at the age of twenty-two. It was truly an outstanding achievement, even among the top martial artists.

But what? Ok Girin? The most handsome man in the world?

Could there be such a disgrace in the world?

Just look at Nangung Shinjae from the Nangung family.

At the beginning of his prime, Nangung Shinjae, who had barely reached the chin-up level, was known as the Small Sword King.

It meant the next Sword King.

And to make matters worse, Nangung Shinjae was even one year older than Peongdaesan!

He was the Small Sword King, and I was Ok Girin!

So Peongdaesan felt twisted.

But because of his fundamentally sincere nature, he didn’t twist too much.

Instead, he forgot the concept of being a gentleman only in matters of love.

In fact, it wasn’t entirely Peongdaesan’s fault.

He was the most sought-after bachelor in the martial arts world.

He was good-looking. He had a good voice.

He was the eldest son of a prestigious family within the top five in the middle lands.

Moreover, the Peong family was famous for being the only family among the top five without a political marriage.

Of course, this was a tradition that was maintained because it was amusing to treat other prominent families as “lowly beggars who trade in marriages.”

The Peong family didn’t need anything other than pure love in marriage!

But you guys aren’t like that, are you? He thought.

In addition, Peongdaesan was a master.

And he was destined to become an even greater master in the future.

He had looks, status, wealth, and skills.

So Peongdaesan attracted the attention of all women within his radius, even in moments of wakefulness and occasional sleep.

The women who just watched were the better ones.

Everywhere Peongdaesan went, all sorts of things were thrown on the ground.

From discarded embroidery to handkerchiefs, even to the most intimate places.

And yet, Peongdaesan never bowed his head.

He just looked straight ahead and walked on.

More aggressive women even attempted to bump into him.

They were already doomed to fail by thinking of bumping into a top master by chance.

They had an inflated ego that thought they would catch him before falling.

Peongdaesan couldn’t decide whether to laugh or sneer at the women who flew and landed on the ground.

Anyway, Daesan had suffered extreme hardships since he was young.

He had reached the extreme of hardship.

So in front of women, Peongdaesan became increasingly rude.

He lost his manners.

It meant, “If you’re not interested, then get lost.”

In fact, Peongdaesan was not surprised by Acheong’s approach.

He had prepared various bizarre incidents under the guise of differentiated dating strategies.

He even had a rough classification system.

If we were to classify Acheong, we would say he mixed the strategies of “bold women” and “funny women.”

He had a few successful cases of the “funny women” strategy, so one could say that Acheong’s move was commendable.

He laughed for the first time in a long time.

He didn’t expect such a vulgar joke.

And then came the “rough women” strategy.

But the level of it was a bit… it was unexpectedly vulgar and coarse.

But then he got slapped!

What is this?

Is this some kind of stupid dating story like “You’re the first woman to hit me”?

As a result, Peongdaesan was really pissed off.

His already low voice became even lower due to anger.

“I’ve dealt with all sorts of crazy women, but…”

There was a subtle edge in his voice.

In response to that edge, Acheong’s wit woke up.

Acheong thought that shedding blood was a proactive solution to protect the wounded heart in the martial arts world.

An active solution.

However, in reality, when triggered, he turned into a truly crazy guy who was swayed by the murderous instincts of the Heaven’s Wrath.

It was a passive impulse to kill.

Originally, when intoxicated by the Heaven’s Wrath, one would feel pleasure in slaughter and bloodlust.

“Why are you so angry? Huh? What’s wrong with imitating me? Well, does changing your voice make you someone else? Huh.”

“Don’t mimic me.”

“What’s wrong with mimicking? Why, you want a punch?”

In terms of bickering, there was no race in this world that could match modern Koreans.

Pang Daesan’s body trembled.

Burning anger consumed him.

“I will not tolerate any more insults.”

“I want to eat tuna after taking a bath, hey!”

Clang! The clash of swords and knives produced a sharp sound.

“You struck first? Is it self-defense? Do you really want to try? Fine, you said you could talk big with a good knife.”

“I won’t kill you. Just cut that arrogant tongue of yours.”

“Do you have the ability to cut it? Well, try it. Ew-”

Acheong stuck out her tongue.

Her unusually red tongue fluttered lightly.

“Ew-”

But her tongue was sticking out for quite a while.

She really didn’t know when to stop.

Why are there such crazy people in the world?

At this point, Pang Daesan’s spirit was actually broken.

Despite exploding in anger and drawing his knife, he felt a sense of self-disgust as he watched Acheong go wild.

But he couldn’t just let her win like this.

His peak-mid-stage pride wouldn’t allow it.

So he decided to show a little bit of his peak-mid-stage power…

At that moment, a gleam appeared on Acheong’s sword.

The white threads coiled around it, emitting a faint sound.

Swordsmanship. It was the skill of the peak-late stage.

Pang Daesan examined Acheong’s face.

Seeing her still shamelessly sticking out her tongue made Pang Daesan even more embarrassed.

But looking at Acheong’s mischievous face, with an expression that seemed to be on the verge of leaving behind her girlishness, he had a different thought.

Breaking through the peak and reaching the wall beyond it would lead to the state known as the Harmony Realm.

It was also called the Harmony Realm.

At that moment, the body rejuvenated once, reversing the aging process. This was called the Reverse Rejuvenation Movement.

A master who had undergone the Reverse Rejuvenation Movement was, in reality, a monster that overturned the shell of a human being.

Fighting was something that occurred between the same species.

Humans and monsters couldn’t fight each other.

It would be called a one-sided massacre, not a fight.

“Um, which way is the inn?”

“What? Stopping here? You’re a real buzzkill.”

What kind of woman talks like that?

But thinking of her as a master who had undergone the Reverse Rejuvenation Movement, it somehow made sense.

Come to think of it, didn’t Grandma talk like that too?

Saying that as women age, they become more outspoken.

“I’ll introduce myself again. I’m Pang Daesan of the Pang Clan.”

“I’m Acheong.”

Somehow, the roles had reversed.

Acheong smiled satisfactorily, thinking to herself.

This guy got scared.

Indeed, in the martial world, the strong ones make the rules.

—-

Pang Daesan’s misunderstanding didn’t last long.

Acheong was someone who spewed ignorance whenever she opened her mouth.

It was more of a lack of basic common sense than ignorance.

For those who didn’t know the situation, it was all the same.

In reality, Pang Daesan didn’t even know why, what, or how he had misunderstood.

So the misunderstanding was easily cleared up.

And then, Pang Daesan faced a new crisis.

So this crazy woman is supposed to be stronger than me?

“Excuse me, may I ask how old you are?”

“Me? I am…”

Acheong hesitated for a moment.

It was a bit awkward to say she was in her mid-thirties.

No one would believe her anyway.

There had to be someone who pretended to believe.

However, it’s a bit strange to treat someone who is still just a kid as a superior.

A kid.

From the perspective of a young man in his early twenties, he is still just a kid who hasn’t even been to the military yet.

This was a very common and natural mentality among modern Koreans.

Moreover, he’s just a bit better off than me, that’s all.

“Tell me your age.”

“I’m twenty-two this year.”

“I’m twenty-five.”

“…Really? Is that true?”

Pang Daesan’s eyes filled with suspicion.

“I just look young.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

If you keep lying, you’ll build up bad karma.

Claiming to be in his mid-thirties had some truth to it in some aspects. So, I could confidently push it.

But no one believed me.

But if you were to ask about the age of this body?

There was no need to build up bad karma over this.

Acheong answered honestly.

“…Actually, I don’t know either. I’m around seventeen, but I don’t know if I’m mature for my age or if I’m really twenty-five but look young.”

“How can you not know your age, huh.”

Pang Daesan asked absentmindedly, then suddenly had a thought and raised his hand.

Acheong meant a girl in blue clothes.

She was also known as Wolnyeo, a woman known as an absolute master during the Chun Chu era.

Wolnyeo was said to have suddenly appeared in the crisis-stricken Wolna and taught the Wolnyeo swordsmanship.

However, the swordsmanship was so mysterious and difficult that no one could master it properly.

They could only make a sword based on what they could see. That alone was a miraculous feat.

Armed with this new skill, Wolna attacked Onna and destroyed it.

In the end, the character in the story of Acheong was an idol of the strong female warriors.

She was also an idol of women dreaming of strength.

A woman who gave herself such a common name.

And if she didn’t even know her own age?

Pang Daesan started to misunderstand again.

Could it be that she was an orphan wandering around!

But this misunderstanding was not easy to resolve.

He couldn’t ask if she had no parents.

Maybe Acheong was serious about something else.

She might have been wondering how to answer questions about growing up alone.

A surname is not just the first letter of a name, but the pride of roots and lineage.

She grew up not knowing anything about that.

And the uncultivated and ignorant behavior!

Such ignorance like a fool!

“No. I lied. I’m sorry.”

“What? Why do I suddenly feel bad…?”

Acheong tilted her head.

She felt oddly dirty.

What’s wrong? Is another status bar glitch coming?

“Okay. We seem to be around the same age, so let’s just be friends.”

“Same age…?”

Pang Daesan heard the term “same age” for the first time from someone of his age.

The state of vocabulary? A bit?

Whether it was true or not, Acheong had her own intentions.

She clearly looked like a rich man’s son.

It seemed perfect to be friends with her.

It didn’t seem suitable to treat her like a younger sister.

“I see? So we’re just going to be friends? Got it, mountain?”

Pang Daesan was taken aback.

How could he call a woman “mountain” so casually?

“Th-that? Even if we’re friends, calling you ‘mountain’…”

“If I’m ‘mountain,’ then you’re ‘blue!’ It has to be a match. Mountain?”

“Even if that’s the case, isn’t it usually the other way around?”

Then Acheong confidently replied.

“Right. Let’s say there’s no friendship between a man and a woman. Then isn’t overcoming that the true friendship?”

“Huh?”

It seemed to make sense in a subtle way.

“Got it? Mountain? Mountain? Mountain? Mountain?”

She was a very persistent and noisy woman.

It seemed like she wouldn’t stop until she got a response.

Pang Daesan reluctantly responded.

“…Blue.”

“Your voice is too soft! Louder! Blue?”

“…Blue.”

“I can’t hear you! Blue?”

“Blue.”

“Mountain?”

“Blue! Blue! I understand, so stop nagging me! Please!”

Paeng Daesan shouted in frustration.

Acheong chuckled satisfactorily.