Translated by: FoodieMonster007 I quickly put on my shirt and ran outside. “Master! Please help me!” The scream was coming from the direction of Baek Muheun’s room. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, like I had heard it only recently. Did something happen this late at night? Something big must have happened for one of the villagers to come running to my dad at a time when most people would be asleep. When I arrived in front of Dad's room, I saw a young boy kneeling in front of him, crying. Hmm? This kid is… I remember now, his name is Jang Yi. He is the second son of the cloth merchant, and the leader of the sniveling brats in our academy. Just this morning, he was the one who came to me and begged me to teach him martial arts. Don't let aggregators profit from a FREE translation. Read this at northbladetl.blogspot.com. Suddenly, I recalled what Dad said to me before I returned to my room. "Earlier, Mr Jang, the owner of the cloth shop, came to

Translated by: FoodieMonster007 Proofreader: Julious One month can seem short, but it can also feel long. It is definitely enough time, though, to understand that I had died and reincarnated in another body. It's also enough time for me to adapt to my new body and environment. “...Please try coming up with an excuse.” “What do you mean?” I asked, opening my eyes. The middle-aged man in front of me furrowed his brows. His name was Baek Muheun, and he was the father of my new body as well as the director of the Baek Academy. “Do you really not know?” “Nope, no idea.” In response to my frank answer, Baek Muheun sighed. If you see this line, you're reading at the wrong site. BAHAHAHA. I sat up straight and stared at him. I had nothing to be ashamed of, because I don't remember doing anything wrong! “Earlier, Mr Jang, the owner of the cloth shop, came to visit. His second son, a disciple at our academy, went home exhausted from doing squats.” “...

Translator: FoodieMonster007 Proofreader: Julious “I see, since the very beginning…Cough!” Every time I opened my mouth, I’d cough up some contaminated blood. I knew that with my internal injuries, I shouldn’t talk, but I just couldn’t stand not venting my frustrations. “…you were already planning to kill us all.” I grit my teeth and glared at the old man in front of me. Argh, I wanted to rip him into pieces so badly. “Kukuku, to think the man once known as the Ironblood Instructor would one day make that kind of face.” The Second Elder of the Blood Demon Cult, the Demon Strategist, grinned. His hands were stained with blood from using the Claws of Black Death. DRIP, DRIP... I shoved my innards that were about to spill out back into my body and growled through clenched teeth, “Liar! I will drag you down to hell with me.” “You never trusted me to begin with... Isn’t that the reason why trash that should’ve been dead a long time ago is still standing behind you ri