No matter how many times I swung my sword, I never improved. I was a failure, a stain on my family’s name, destined for mediocrity. When the world fell into ruin, I died like so many others—or so I thought.
But then I woke up.
Seven years in the past, with all the power I had gained in my previous life still intact. The blade that once felt heavy in my hands now moved like an extension of myself. Techniques I had struggled to master now came effortlessly.
This was my second chance. No more weakness, no more shame. The cataclysm was coming again, but this time—I would be ready. The world would know the name of a true martial genius.
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