The Strongest Oppa in History

Blood flows like a river, and the stench flows through the wind.

A majestic throne stained with blood, incongruous in the cruel landscape, is suddenly placed in the center.

The man stuck his blood-stained sword and spear into the ground, and sat down on the throne with blood all over his body.

-One of my long-cherished wishes has come true, so I will reward you. What do you want?

Despite God’s question, the man didn’t say anything for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth.

“I want to go back.”

-Do you want to go back? Isn’t everything you’ve achieved here worth it?

At those words, transparent tears fall from the man’s eyes.

The tears he thought had dried up over a hundred years of blood, betrayal, and massacre.

However, at the end, he too seems to be caught up in his emotions.

Or I don’t know. Maybe it’s too damaged.

“I miss my hometown so much.”

-If that is your will, I will also respect it. But remember, eventually you will come back to me.

A bright light flashed, and the man lost consciousness.

And when he opened his eyes again, the world had become a completely different place.

“You’re back, to your hometown.”