Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Yeokluseong.

Built by the northern Yozoku.

Like their massive physiques, its outer and inner fortresses were mainly populated by two groups—monsters of the North and refugees from the South. The world within and without the colossal fortress walls belonged to them.

Perhaps because of that...

The wind from outside frequently scraped against the massive stone walls and bodies, and the friction gave rise to an unusually heavy sound.

It was quite literal—the air was weighed down by all kinds of forceful energy currents.

There were Han Chinese vagabonds making a living with their sword skills while calling Yeokluseong their home.

There were martial artists of noble descent who, for one reason or another, could no longer proudly stand beside their clans.

There were Jurchen tribes of Liaodong, whose entire bloodlines had been absorbed into the Yozoku, leaving no trace of their original identities.

There were remnants of the once-mighty Yuan dynasty.

And there were the Yozoku warriors of the northern land, who silently watched the southern refugees ascend into their ranks, sometimes dragging a few away into the shadows, never to be seen again.

Even among them were prodigies—born with extraordinary talent.