Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 398

It was a deep forest.

Withered ancient trees stretched out their bony forms, while patches of foliage, still clinging to their green leaves, rustled eerily in the wind.

High above, long trails of smoke rose into the distant sky. Whether they came from kitchen hearths cooking meals or were the final exhalations of a village looted in times of famine was impossible to tell.

Either way, the circumstances were grim. It was likely a segment of Heavenly Net, personally overseen by the master of Yeoryeong.

Villages built deep in the remote mountain wilderness, far from the main roads, were not homes for ordinary folk but served as foundations for some vast, intricate formation—populated not by civilians but by swordsmen.

At its center lay a small, hidden clearing.

The eyes of Singeom Squad Leader Yong Hui-myeong slowly opened.

Ssshhk.

As he rose from the smoothly cleaved rock he had been using as a bed, the violet silk robe draped over him like a blanket naturally slid up to wrap around his shoulders.

The early morning sunlight, clear and crisp, spilled gently over the fabric.

Though he had not bathed properly in days, he remained dignified.

The duty of the Singeom Squad Leader of Ipwang Fortress—one must be supreme in both refinement and martial prowess, throughout the boundless expanse of the martial world. At all times.

“Isn’t the Squad Leader supposed to be immune to heat and cold? If you’re going to use such a precious treasure like that, why not lend it to me instead?”

A young man spoke from a high tree branch, idly swinging his legs. It was Yeon So-ha, the youngest and most promising Blue Rank warrior of the Singeom Squad under the Singeom Division.

Yong Hui-myeong’s lips curled into a precise arc.

“Not a chance. You’re fifty years too early.”

“Fifty years? Do you think any of us will still be alive by then…?”

“We’ll see.”

Suddenly, a drop of blood fell with a soft plop onto the dirt below.

It was Yeon So-ha’s. It had seeped from his arm as he tightened the bandages around his wound.

His blue martial robes, draped over him like tattered rags, were slashed and punctured in multiple places, bearing the marks of countless injuries.

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