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The King of Fist Reincarnates
The King of Fist, Duan Yu-seong, has died.
He was a man who was more often called by the nickname Kwonwang than by his real name, Danwoo Seong.
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Dan Woo-seong opened his eyes in the body of Lee Jin-eon, the grandson of the Eunha Merchant Group. Lee Jin-eon had been in hiding recuperating from an illness in the Anjia (安家) mansion deep within Mount Guhwa, and had passed away.
Even at this point, Dan Woo-seong did not realize what was happening.
Even in the midst of the confusion, I thought that someone was moving me and treating me.
But no matter how much I touched my stomach, the scar that should have been there was nowhere to be found.
"hmm······."
The difference between being physically exhausted and being seriously injured was clear. Danwoo Sung's mind was slowly awakening, but his body was still wracked with fatigue.
Danwoo-seong looked around.
The ceiling was high and the room was spacious.
Several letters were scattered on the desk, and the bedding smelled like a woman's anger.
It's not just the smell of powder.
The smell of the man's semen wafted from somewhere in the bedding, as if he had just finished ejaculating.
As Danwoo-seong groaned and rustled, the maid waiting outside the door asked quietly.
“Your Highness, would you like some water?”
Danwoo Sung had never heard the title "Grand Duke" in his entire life. His throat was parched, so he opened his mouth.
“Bring it.”
"yes."
The door opened, and a servant came in carrying a kettle. Dan Woo-seong bowed his head, not even looking up. Even as the servant placed water on the makeshift table next to the bed and returned, Dan Woo-seong was startled by the sound of his own voice.
It is not a deep, low voice, but the weak voice of a man with a deep illness.
Danwoo-seong frowned as he drank water and coughed.
The water was utterly cold. It was unsuitable for an empty stomach like this. I stopped short of rinsing my mouth and moistening my throat.
'It's strange. Really······.'
Who would give such cold water to someone who is seriously injured?
Danwoo Seong, who was looking around, finally saw his own face flashing past the mirror on the wall and his body froze.
He slowly turned his head again and looked at his face reflected in the mirror.
“······.”
A very young man with bags under his eyes was blinking with a surprised expression.
Danwoo Sung reached out and touched his face.
'Some guy put a face mask on my face…'
No matter how much he fumbled with his neck, there was nothing he could tear off. Danwoo Sung touched his neck and, without realizing it, slapped himself in the face.
match-!
The servant waiting outside tilted his head with startled eyes like a deer at the sudden sound.
Sibi was thinking the same thing as Danwoo.
'You're acting strange today.'
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Danwoo Sung stood before a large mirror, examining himself. Then he nodded vigorously.
'He's either dead or crazy.'
A gaunt young man, clad in fluttering white pajamas, turned his head from side to side in the mirror. He was a handsome young man who had never experienced hardship. He looked about twenty years younger.
Danwoo-seong nodded.
'If the demonic bastards could use this great law, they would have taken control of the martial world long ago. But not the great law.'
Danwoo Seong only got up for a moment and looked into the mirror, but his mouth smelled sweet.
My physical condition was really the worst.
Danwoo Seong, who had moved with unsteady steps, sat down on a chair and looked over the letter.
I didn't feel like reading someone else's letter, but the situation was strange, so I had to assess the situation first.
The first part of the letter usually started with a sentence like this.
"To Grand Duke Lee Jin-eon······."
Danwoo-seong muttered the name.
“Lee Jin-eon.”
The name was unknown. However, all the letters were addressed to Grand Duke Yi Jin-eon. Further examination of the first part revealed the repeated mention of the name "Eunha Sangdan."
'Galaxy Tower? I've heard of it······.'
Dan Woo-seong didn't remember the names of the powerful figures worth remembering, but he knew little about the people or groups in the upper world. The fact that he'd heard of the Galaxy Group meant it was a fairly wealthy group.
Danwoo-seong put down his letter for a moment and looked at the mirror. The unfamiliar man was still staring at him. Only then did he realize the situation, and, looking at the unfamiliar face, spoke.
“Reincarnation······? You’re crazy.”
It was a reincarnation, not madness or death.
The King of Fist Reincarnation End
ⓒ Eugene Sung
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