I had never read a murim novel. They never interested me, and the genre had already become old-fashioned by my generation. Old murim movies were occasionally uploaded to the internet, but due to their crude CG, they just became laughingstocks.0

Mine was the generation where all seriousness was laughed upon, leaving a tiny niche for martial arts and their codes of honor. The genre was in decline.0

The said declining world was snowing.0

“…It’s cold!”0

We, the expedition team of no hopes and dreams, safely entered the apocalyptic book’s world and were immediately greeted by a vast snowfield. Some adorable sounds were made as we stepped through the snow, but there was nothing cute about the cold biting at us.0

“Everyone! Use your aura to protect yourselves!” I yelled.0

The coldness would freeze everyone if they did nothing. The Viper immediately drew up his aura, but the Chemist and Medicine King couldn’t because they were supports.0

“I-I-I…haven’t learned how to use aura…”0

“Achoo! Aaaaachooo! I’m going to die! You’re going to kill this old man with this cold!”0

It had been less than twenty seconds since we’d arrived in the apocalyptic book’s world, but their faces were as pale as corpses. Well, I had done all sorts of stuff to learn how to use my aura, so it was highly unlikely for any support Hunter to know how to use their aura.0

“Tsk.”0

I quickly acted to solve the situation.0

“Sect Master, please take care of the Medicine King!”0

“Alright.” The Viper picked up the Medicine...0