In the Murim, weakness is a death sentence. After transmigrating with my little sister, we clawed our way through endless battles, rising from nothing to command the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult itself. I swore to protect her at any cost. Then betrayal struck. Jealousy consumed those around us, and I watched helplessly as my sister fell in my arms. In that moment of despair, fate offered an unexpected gift—reincarnation into the Unorthodox faction. This second chance will not be wasted. Every obstacle in my path will burn. Every enemy will face obliteration. Every force that dares oppose me will be destroyed. I will climb back to the summit, and this time, nothing will stand between me and vengeance. The food chain has a new predator at its peak.