The Junior Heavenly Demon, Yeon Woon-hwi, was born without a dantian.

However, through dark arts and his shitty personality— er, preternatural ability, he became the junior lord of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

He was a man of many epithets:

‘Great Sorcerer of the Dark Arts’

'King of the Wandering Lost Souls’

But the people’s assessment of him was simple:

“If he smiles, run as fast as you can. His smile is a death sentence.”

“Catch his eye, for he shall provide you with lifelong protection. That is, if you can.”

He was living the good life, when suddenly, he was betrayed in a coup led by the vice-lord and elders of his cult.

“You seem to have forgotten what kind of person I am, Uncle. So die. All of you."

Using the holy relic of the first Heavenly Demon, he self-destructed, taking the traitors with him. And then, he opened his eyes to the most unexpected of places...

"I'm in the Tang Clan? And a branch family at that?"

He awoke as Tang Woon-hwi, an illegitimate son of the Nine Dragon Branch Family, a subset of the Sichuan Tang Clan.

Will Woon-hwi be able to find his master, bring together his scattered followers, and rebuild the Heavenly Demon Cult?

A necromancer is a profession considered the noble of nobles, with less than 1,000 in the population worldwide!

I was born with a diamond spoon, no, a necromancer spoon in my mouth!

…Or so I thought.

'I’m just a defective necromancer.'

[Using skill, 'Summon Ordinary Skeleton' (E-rank).]

You'd think a necromancer should be able to summon liches, Dullahans, or death knights.

But nope, I can only summon skeletons.

But then one day, suddenly…

[Hidden condition achieved!]

[Condition: The 10,000 Uses Rule]

[Your rank has upgraded to D-rank!]

I achieved the hidden condition and gained the ability to raise my skeletons.

From E-rank to S-rank!

The story of Joo Donghoon unfolds, the world's only cursed necromancer, who’s speeding toward becoming a ranker!

A vow was made in a place where stars are not visible, to carve one’s own star into that night sky.

"The key to a successful operation lies in Seongil Seoul Hospital itself."

Yoo Jinwon, a specialist in surgical operations, receives a request to perform a secret surgery from Seong Wooje, the chairman of South Korea's largest corporation, the Seongil Group.

At long last, the opportunity for revenge has arrived!

Can Yoo Jinwon not only conquer Seongil Seoul Hospital but also seize control of the entire Seongil Group with just a scalpel?

Let the battle no one thought possible begin.

A vow was made in a place where stars are not visible, to carve one’s own star into that night sky.

The Infinite Regression Genre

Look in any fantasy novel, and you'll find that regression is a guaranteed cheat code!

But what about the ability of Infinite Regression?

There’d be no need to worry about bad endings, not when the protagonist can simply reset to reach that eventual happy ending.

“Cheat code, my ass.”

I tried it myself just to find out otherwise.

The myths of regressors’ successes depicted in all those novels are actually fake…

It was all just vile propaganda!

“This run is doomed too.”

This is not a story of success. It’s a tale of the aftermath of failures.

Thus begins the heartfelt biography of a man with 1,183 runs of experience!

Writer: Undertaker

Editor: Oh Dok-seo

202X.

In the back alleys of Seoul, South Korea…

He looked down at the heroes under his feet—the heroes who adorned themselves in a variety of colorful clothes, as if they were K-pop idols on TV.

Those heroes? They were crawling beneath him, their gaudy outfits smeared with dirt.

That was the true nature of being a hero. He hoped the individuals before him learned that lesson well.

It was time to ensure they never forgot it.

As a magical girl, he swung his hammer down.

This is a bright story. The story of a man reclaiming his light.

The Great Northern Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon.

These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history.

Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan.

'These cursed chains weren't something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

The Great Northern Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon.

These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history.

Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan.

'These cursed chains weren't something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

His talent was forged on the battlefield, but before he could fully develop it, he died.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he realized he had been reborn as Dane Sogres, the youngest son of a prestigious count.

The talent he now possessed... was not limited to just one field?!

A talent in spearmanship, assassination, magic, summoning, and even swordsmanship—which he had not been able to develop fully before!

He can finally nurture his endless talent in the embrace of the happy family he had always longed for.

"Spearmanship! Dane must absolutely learn spearmanship!"

"Are you saying that because you really don't know how useful learning stealth and assassination skills could be?"

"Magic is the future, Father, Mother!"

"For my younger brother... summoning would also be really nice..."

...Mm, this is a happy family, right?

His talent was forged on the battlefield, but before he could fully develop it, he died.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he realized he had been reborn as Dane Sogres, the youngest son of a prestigious count.

The talent he now possessed... was not limited to just one field?!

A talent in spearmanship, assassination, magic, summoning, and even swordsmanship—which he had not been able to develop fully before!

He can finally nurture his endless talent in the embrace of the happy family he had always longed for.

"Spearmanship! Dane must absolutely learn spearmanship!"

"Are you saying that because you really don't know how useful learning stealth and assassination skills could be?"

"Magic is the future, Father, Mother!"

"For my younger brother... summoning would also be really nice..."

...Mm, this is a happy family, right?

I was a being that ruled over death.

It took me a hundred years to come to a realization.

A human should live a human life. One shouldn't rule over something like that.

I was a being that ruled over death.

It took me a hundred years to come to a realization.

A human should live a human life. One shouldn't rule over something like that.

202X.

In the back alleys of Seoul, South Korea…

He looked down at the heroes under his feet—the heroes who adorned themselves in a variety of colorful clothes, as if they were K-pop idols on TV.

Those heroes? They were crawling beneath him, their gaudy outfits smeared with dirt.

That was the true nature of being a hero. He hoped the individuals before him learned that lesson well.

It was time to ensure they never forgot it.

As a magical girl, he swung his hammer down.

This is a bright story. The story of a man reclaiming his light.

[Innate Ability: Resurrection]

"What? What's with this super OP cheat skill?"

However, Kang Hyun didn't know.

What it meant to die, want to die, and not being able to.

The man who became the most infamous hunter on Earth with his immortal body!

As a human disaster--No, as one against the disasters facing the human race,

I will solo resurrect today as well!

I never imagined I’d be an awakener, let alone one so different from the others.

As if that weren’t enough, catastrophe struck the world, leaving me no time to enjoy my newfound abilities.

Given a system no one had ever seen before on top of the one everyone already knew, I was dragged into the end of the world just as I gained everything I'd ever wanted.

With my loved ones in danger, what was I to do but become a hero?

The Golden Era, an age of prosperity for the human world, ruled over by the Three Divine Dragons. The ash of the abyss had not yet stained the land black.

The Silver Era, a continued age of peace, with advances in technology and magic the world would never see again.

Heralding the dark ages, the first Black Summer saw untold destruction. Volcanic ash swept over the land, hope died, and the forces of the abyss delighted in their massacre.

In a world where heroes and gods have disappeared, I was chosen by the Holy Sword.