The Murim Alliance. The name made Seo Jun-Ho’s eyes narrow.

‘The Murim Alliance?’ 

That was the name of an organization featured in the martial arts novels Seo Jun-Ho used to read a lot as a student. It definitely didn’t fit in a world like this one, where human bodies were fused with layers of machinery.

“More precisely, the Murim Alliance’s walk-in information division has the second most information in the city.”

“The second? Then, where’s the first?” Seo Jun-Ho asked.

“Hey, hey!” The man yelped, surprised. He lowered his voice as if he were worried that someone might hear him. “It’s the imperial palace, of course. But civilians like us can’t just waltz in there.”

The Murim Alliance, and now an imperial palace?

Seo Jun-Ho nodded slowly. “I get it. Do you also know if the Murim Alliance teaches swordplay?”

“Of course they do. But you’ll need this.” He touched the tips of his thumb and index finger to form the shape of a coin. “As long as you have enough credits, you can learn any third-rate style used by peasants to one of the Ten Great Families’ most powerful techniques.”

‘A sword style.’ It had only been a few days since Sir Hart advised him to learn the finest sword fighting style. This city just might be the best place to learn one.

“All right, then. So where is the Murim Alliance?” he as...