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The Black Cloud Sword Chronicles: The Rise of Do-Hyun

“The Martial World doesn’t belong to the strong—it belongs to those who endure until the end.” Lee Do-Hyun, an ordinary office worker. Trapped in a monotonous routine, he stumbles upon a mysterious book that changes his life forever. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself in a new world—the Martial World (Kangho)—reborn as the weakest of the weak. With no power to rely on, Do-Hyun is saved by Chun-Hyang at the Pungwolru, a house of pleasure that’s much more than it seems. There, he learns the ways of survival from women who have mastered the art of turning weakness into strength. Quick footwork, exploiting openings, and the psychology of battle—skills not meant for the strong, but for those determined to survive. Then, fate intervenes. Do-Hyun discovers a legendary blade—the Ego’s Sword—a weapon that chooses its own master. The blade whispers, “I will test your will.” With this cursed gift, Do-Hyun rises from obscurity, becoming a beacon of hope for the oppressed. His name spreads through the Martial World, and the once-mocked women of Pungwolru stand proud alongside him. But the Martial World doesn’t change so easily. • Rising prodigies who believe in the supremacy of raw strength • A corrupt leadership within the so-called “just” Beggar’s Sect • And secret powers scheming to revive the legacy of fallen gods… At the heart of these battles, Do-Hyun makes his stand: “I’ll shatter the rules of Kangho. I’ll show them the true meaning of strength.” Will he become the master of the sword—or will the sword master him? The story of a man who became the hope of the weak begins now. #MartialArts #Isekai #Swordmaster #UnderdogRising #ReformingTheMartialWorld
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Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
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