Forge of Destiny - Threads 432-Green 1

In a world where power is hidden behind corporate empires and ancient martial legacies, John Lopez lives a double life. Known publicly as a carefree young man, he secretly bears the terrifying title of the King of Horizon, a supreme martial expert feared across the continent.When his beloved sister Queenie becomes the target of a brutal smear campaign threatening to destroy her company and reputation, John is forced to confront the shadows lurking in the high towers of business and politics. As conspiracies deepen and enemies rise—ranging from corrupt business moguls to deadly assassins—John’s wrath becomes unstoppable. But danger isn't only around him—it strikes home when his eldest sister, Alice, falls victim to a rare and deadly poison. With time running out, John must defy the odds, wield ancient techniques, and unleash the full fury of Horizon’s might to protect his family.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

The summer I was 17. A painting I created was sold. For 1.4 billion won.

As a child with an unattainable dream, I yearned to become a Hero, but I veered off the right path. Looking back, my aspiration to save others was nothing more than a foolish dream. I now realize the magnitude of my sins and the impossibility of atoning for them.