Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 10: Really Had to Do It to Feel Right

Sword God, Ahn Suho.The greatest swordsman player in humanity was, surprisingly enough, a civil servant hunter belonging to the Korean Hunter Association.Suho chose the path of a public servant purely to end the gates.Perhaps that’s why?When one of the disaster-level gates, called the final gate, was attacked,In an ironic turn of events, he was betrayed by his comrades.“You should have joined us from the beginning. Now I know why people say that civil servants are so inflexible.”The reason his comrades betrayed him?Because if the gates were closed, their power would disappear.Is this the end?Just as Suho’s consciousness was fading away,[Rebooting Player Ahn Suho’s system.]The system gave Suho one more chance.A chance to go back to the past and set everything right.

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

After thousands of years of silence, the world of cultivation once again welcomed the golden age.