Ten Years in Hiding in Another World, Becoming the Peerless God of War

Good and evil are always repaid, and yin and yang each have their place.

Beneath the drizzling evening rain, the Green Lotus comes to life beneath the brush.

Once the deed is done, he leaves without a trace, not a leaf clinging to him.

In icy armor of hardened steel, he is clad in plain robes and makes his name across the land.

In white robes and black armor, a crimson cape billows in the wind as he stands tall amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Kill, kill, kill! Kill every last stain on the world and cleanse it of every sin. What does it matter if my hands are covered in blood and the world despises me?

"Where is the White-Robed Legion? Charge with me!"

"Where righteousness leads, we follow in life and death. We are willing to give our lives for our lord."

"Great wind, great wind!"

Swords, spears, and halberds point to the sky. Banners wave, blotting out the sun and moon. Ten thousand horses thunder forth, hearts burning with passion, as armies clash across the battlefield.

Who in this world could stand against them?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.