Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

A village bathed in soft sunlight.

The land stretched wide, with a clear stream cutting generously through its center.

Along the creek, now tinged with a crimson hue in the dim evening light, dozens of corpses lay strewn about.

The water, once called the Azure Stream, was no longer blue.

Between the hooves of hundreds of horses, bloodstains mixed with the mud. The relentless stamping of warhorses echoed without end.

“It’s already this late. Ma Gwang-ik must be dead by now.”

A crisp voice drifted through the azure sky.

It belonged to a young nobleman with striking and well-defined features.

Seated atop a white horse adorned with an exquisite saddle, he gazed toward the village's interior. Even among the many mounted warriors surrounding him, his posture was uniquely poised, exuding effortless stability.

“What a pity.”

It was merely a muttered remark, yet the golden embroidery on his black hero’s headband fluttered behind him.

The sheer force of his inner energy was immense—so much so that his very voice carried his power.

Gun Yu-rin, the Young Lord of Sim Mu-ryeon, also known as the Resplendent Flower Lord.

“Dojon, we can afford a little patience, can’t we?”

His bright voice, laced with inner energy, traveled effortlessly over the heads of the warhorses, reaching far into the distance.

A composed response returned immediately, as if the woman speaking stood right beside him.

“The Young Lord speaks lightly of matters that won’t be resolved with mere bravado.”

“……”

Gun Yu-rin’s gaze flickered. His foot pressed slightly harder against the stirrup of his white horse.

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He refused to turn his head toward Gwang Dojon, his pride preventing him.

This was a mission assigned directly by the sect. Supplying the northern army—critical provisions for the frontier forces. The powerful Yo Tribe had seized the chance of famine to launch their uprising.

Simply delivering martial forces and supplies to the border was already an achievement worthy of recognition. It was also an opportunity to cement Sim Mu-ryeon’s influence.

Originally, a force of five hundred had been deemed sufficient—already an impressive army.