Born as a guide, the rarest among the new humanity known as “posts,” Yoon Monan was an illegitimate son of the powerful Namkyung Yoon clan, a blessed mutant. Those were the words that described him.... more>>

Three years had passed since he fell from being a genius to a tragic figure after losing his twin hyungs in a battlefield accident. Returning with pink hair, menacing tattoos, and a mental illness, he was assigned as the team leader of the notorious Combat Division 2, Team 7, known for its failures.

From the rigid Mu Guwon, who cared only for religion and his flute, to the hot-tempered Kyung Haeguk and the crybaby Ahn Beom, Yoon Monan, a ruthless team leader who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, constantly clashed with his team members.

“You need to be the legs of this team. When I say walk, you walk; when I say run, you run—the toughest bone.” <<less

Ten years was enough time for a boy to exude the air of an adult. Nevertheless, in Wanyeong’s appearance, Hangyeol still traced the days of his boyhood.... more>>

A time of immaturity when they were each other’s one and only. Hangyeol had confined Wanyeong within the fence of being kindred spirits, but the two, clumsy with each other, were bound to be at odds.

“Nam Hangyeol, putting aside the fact that I’m not happy to see you. Don’t you think this situation, where you’re happy to see me, is strange?”

“…Is it strange? What is.”

Instead of answering, Ji Wanyeong gestured with his chin at the crutch lying on the floor.

“I’m the one who made you disabled.” <<less