In the bustling streets of modern-day Korea, Jihoon was just another face in the crowd. A simple office worker, burdened with responsibilities and the constant humdrum of daily life. That was, until the accident. A moment of carelessness, and his life was abruptly snuffed out in an instant, leaving behind only memories.

But death was not the end.

Jihoon awoke in a strange, unfamiliar world, his body no longer his own. Gone were the comforts of modern technology and skyscrapers. In their place, towering mountains and vast forests stretched before him, and martial artists in flowing robes wielded swords and powerful techniques. This was a world of Murim, a place where only the strongest survived, and power was gained through martial arts and bloodshed.

A voice echoed in his mind, cold and mechanical. Welcome to your new life, Jihoon. I am your system, and I have a task for you.

He gazed at his surroundings, stunned, as the system's voice continued. You have a choice, Jihoon. Become just another martial artist, or be the first to wield a power that has never been seen before. The power of magic. Choose wisely.

With no hesitation, Jihoon made his decision. Magic. The idea of it, of wielding power that could defy the very fabric of this world, thrilled him. He didn't want to be another cog in the machine of Murim—he wanted to be its creator, its legend.