He left as Phong. He returned as Fang. Twenty years of clawing through a world that denied him every spark of elemental power left only raw flesh and stubborn will. He became the Silver Wolf’s Fang — A-rank, never the strongest, yet the one every nation whispered to when the real blades needed to stay sheathed. Then the gates he once used to escape opened the other way. Earth cracked open. Dungeons bled through. Other worlds spilled in. And the man who had finally earned peace arrived late… again. Now two lifetimes of scars, connections, and half-forgotten truths are all that stand between him and the new age of chaos that does not remember his name.