1 Chapter 0 - The Man Called Swordsman

N/T: This is not my own novel or translation. I am currently machine-translating the novel, so please do not expect a flawless translation as I am using Google Translate. Also, if your brain dies reading this MTL novel, then it's not my fault. Please don't comment about the translation quality because, again, it's Google translation. If you want to complain, then complain to Google.

Chapter 0 - The Man Called Swordsman

There is a man called Geomseon or Cheonuimubong.

It is a daily routine for players to carry wounds and scars on their bodies. Life at the Tower was a struggle.

But this man is an exception.

From the moment he first entered the tower until now, no one had ever seen the man hurt. Like a lofty freshness.

Some claim he has obtained a legendary defensive artifact. He has an invincible shield that can withstand all attacks, so he can't be hurt.

Some claim he was from the US secret special forces. The swordsman showed off his overwhelming strength from the moment he first entered the tower, but the main reason was that ordinary people could not handle the sword so well.

Some claim that he is the lover's concubine. The warrior, wanting to protect her lover, gave her all kinds of elixirs, and as a result, a monster that recovers quickly even if it is seriously injured was born.

With so many rumors and bits of truth mixed in, opinions are divided as to his true identity, but there is one thing everyone agrees on.

The black line is strong. It is also incredibly strong.

Although his true skills were hidden in a veil as he wandered alone without forming a party, the experiences of numerous rankers served as the basis for his strength.

To the extent that some pompous scholars regard him as the true tower's strongest. Even now, in a bar somewhere, they would be talking about who is stronger between the Swordsman and the Hero.

So, where is the man called Swordsman and what is he doing now?

Located on the top floor of the tower, in a forest where no one has ever set foot.

The man was sitting on the corpse of a tiger the size of a house, wiping the blood from his sword.

A man who puts a cloth on his sword with an expressionless face.

There wasn't even a single drop of blood on his body, let alone a wound, which contrasted with the bloody forest, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

'Cheonuimubong'. Perfect without any flaws. It couldn't be a title that suited Puck.

Of course, it would have been nice if the prologue ended here...

A man who flinched without polishing his sword.

There are tiny drops of blood on his hands.

"Ah."

Wiping the sword with a cloth, it looks like the grip is slightly cut.

It was a small wound that a normal person would lightly laugh at, but...

[Damaged.]

[You will return to the time you first entered the 44th floor.]

"... Fuck."

The man was in a position where he should never be hurt.

Never.