Trigger warning: Mentions of rape and suicide0

September 2001.0

Just as dawn broke, Kang Chan went out of his army tent in Kilima, Democratic Republic of Congo. He then slowly warmed up. 0

His face was sunburnt, his body was now firm, and his eyes glinted. Those who’d seen Kang Chan for the first time wouldn’t be able to guess his actual age. 0

Kang Chan breathed out slowly as he followed the path that went around the perimeter of the barracks. 0

It had been more than three years since he took charge of the 11th unit of the Foreign Legion’s 13th Special Forces Regiment. The days since then didn’t feel particularly long, but they didn’t seem short either. 0

During that time, the nickname “God of Blackfield” became well-established not only in Congo and the Democratic Republic of Congo but all over South Africa.0

That didn’t mean that Kang Chan just became famous. Still, he had encountered rebels who raised their hands and surrendered as soon as they heard he was in the area. Nearby natives also often ran over and clung to him, asking him to save them. 0

After a lap around the barracks, he slowly broke into a run. It had been approximately two years since he started this routine. 0

Suddenly missing South Korea, he began to crave pork cutlets, ramyeon, sundae[1], and tteokbokki like crazy. It had been so...1