Imperial Intelligence Agency: I Use My Mortal Sword to the Gods

Hisa Coren, the most ordinary top student at Ororim Martial Arts Academy, the biggest worry in life is being beaten by the red-haired senior sister in the training field all afternoon, and the upcoming internship assessment. He never thought about changing the world. He just wanted to graduate safely, find a decent job, and take his salary to treat the senior who had beaten him for two years to a meal. Until he saw that the future that a classmate from a poor family had worked hard to gain was taken away by a rich kid with a simple "operation"; I saw the grain merchant who had sucked out the bone marrow of the farmers, standing on the podium of the college in the garb of a philanthropist; I saw countless people working hard all their lives, but in front of blood, they were as light as a feather. He pressed the encrypted number leading to the Imperial Security and Intelligence Service. When the king's sword points towards the decay of the empire, when the boy's sword rises against the wind, Two generations of sword holders will eventually use the blades in their hands to open a bloody path to dawn for all people in the long night of this empire! "If the scales of justice are rotten, then I will reshape the scales with my own hands; if the gods in the clouds close their eyes and listen, then I will crush Olympus with my sword!"