Sword of Fate

Thirty-two years, wasted on nothing.

Park Jiwoo was an ordinary software engineer - a man who drank coffee, wrote code, read novels, and died without leaving a single mark on the world. When he drew his last breath on a rain-soaked Seoul night, nothing he expected came to pass. No light. No peace. Just nothing.

Then he opened his eyes.

A mirror stood before him. And the face staring back-black hair, blue eyes, the face of a five-year-old boy-did not belong to him.

Or maybe it did now.

Kael Ardenvast. Heir to the most powerful Duchy in the Human Empire. And a voice whispering in his mind: a System.

This was not a second chance.

This was a war.

“I am Kael Ardenvast. And this time, I will leave a mark.”