Eastern Fantasy: Ten Thousand Years as a Mortal

After ten thousand years without dying, I’ve returned to the human world. Is being alive a good thing?

Not for me. The people by my side are gone, my parents are gone, my friends are gone, and even the language of my own era has disappeared.

“I’m a martial artist, but in this new continent, there’s no place for my skills. Martial artists have long since fallen into decline.”

“I wanted to speak to them in the language of my era, but they looked at me like I was a monster.”

“This new age has all kinds of unfamiliar professions: mages, warriors, cultivators, dragon knights, and swordsmen.”

“As a martial artist, my body is my best weapon. Martial artists must not be allowed to fade away.”

“What? You look down on martial artists?”

“Then why are you letting me get close?”

“Don’t you know martial artists are invincible at close range?”