I lived in Moorim for 30 years. Now I wanted to return to modern times. “But everything failed?” All the magicians in the central plains shook their heads saying it was impossible. He couldn’t find a way even in the West Station, where he said there was nothing. The last remaining method is ‘Woohwadeungseon!’ The moment he was about to jump over the horse and reach the summit, he lost consciousness in pain as his body was torn apart. But… ‘Where am I?’ When I woke up, I found myself in a world that was neither Modern nor Murim.