Splash, pitter-patter…0

Water from the shower nozzle soaked Kang Jin-Ho's body. He wryly smiled while looking at all the blood being washed off his skin.0

‘At least this is convenient.’0

One of the positives about returning to the modern era was being able to enjoy the fruits of scientific advancements as much as he could ever want.0

Martial artists could more or less use their own physical strength to perform the work reserved for the likes of modern heavy machinery. However, the same couldn't be said about modern infrastructure and various systems meant to make life easier. Such things couldn't really be replaced with human muscles.0

For instance, even a simple bath in Zhongyuan required a lot of hands-on work.0

Kang Jin-Ho winced a little when water seeped into still-open wounds. The resulting pain was enough to send numbing shudders throughout his body, even all the way down to his toes.0

He was familiar with pain, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed getting hurt. Even Kang Jin-Ho would like to avoid it if he could.0

He carefully touched the hole in his chest. This wound was deep enough to almost reach his heart, but… It had already started healing by itself. Outwardly, the wound seemed grievous enough to horrify any unwary onlookers, but new flesh was already filling it up from within.0

‘It’s a miracle that I’m still alive.’0

Every time something like this happened, Kang Jin-Ho was freshly reminded...0