“How can an ordinary man defeat a genius handpicked by the heavens?”
A murim/Wuxia-style inspired Eastern fantasy.
Once every 50 years, peerless talents known as the "Star-Fated Prodigies”—emerge upon the world, bestowed with the power of stars that have fallen from the heavens. Their talent is so overwhelming that for better or for worse, the world is inevitably thrown into turmoil by their presence.
During the era of a Star-Fated Prodigy's birth, Hyeong-un, a lowly errand boy at an inn, who was being persecuted by groups seeking these chosen ones, encounters an Eccentric master named Gwi-hyeok and becomes his disciple. Despite being born on the same day as a Star-Fated Prodigy, Hyeong-un possesses no talent whatsoever. Yet his master reveals one single method, one that could allow him to surpass even the chosen ones and that method is…
"Money."
"...huh?”
As Hyeong-un’s eyes widen in disbelief, his master grins with unshakable confidence and says
“Everything humanity has built is destined to be valued and traded through money. With wealth, we shall eclipse even the talents of the heavens.”
Chen Shijin was known to everyone as a mute. He hadn’t uttered a word since he was three years old. As a result, countless people wildly bullied and mocked him throughout his life. Yet, he remained unmoved, his eyes filled with pity.
Until that day, when the skies poured red rain, and the gate of fate opened. Under the torrential rain, Chen Shijin, looking at his fiancé and cousin who were involved in an affair and cursing him, uttered his first words in 23 years.
“Tr*sh. Promiscuous jerks.”
Fiancé/Cousin: How dare you speak like that?! No, wait, how can you speak at all?!
Before they could react, they both fell into the land of exile. And then, monsters roamed, in a world where the strong prey on the weak. The fiancé and cousin’s private parts indeed rotted away.
While everyone feared this bizarre and dark world of death, Chen Shijin smiled joyously at the demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters.
Foolish beings! I could speak at eight months! I greeted my ancestors at a year and a half!
At two, I turned in a wanted criminal on TV with a single word.
At three, my words predicted the eruption of Mount Little Sun!
And that golden mountain decoration in my home that’s yet to be carved? Created by my very words!
I remained silent for the sake of world peace!
But now, in the land of exile.
After holding back for 23 years!! Finally! I can openly challenge these demons and monsters!
“Awesome!!”
Demons and monsters: ???
Terrifying world: Shut up! Don’t come over here, aaaah!
