On the outskirts of the village, in a shabby alley, sat a huddled child. A nameless boy, Mumyeong. His body, scrawny for his ten years of age, looked like a branch that might snap in the wind. Mumyeong tried to pick up a half-rotten piece of rice cake from a trash pile to eat, but at that moment, he was sent sprawling by someone's kick. "Is this filthy beggar brat begging in such a pathetic way again?" A village man mocked him and threw a stone. Those gathered around burst into laughter as if it were some amusing spectacle. Mumyeong grit his teeth and bowed his head.
Then, a young voice echoed through the alley. "Hey, stop it! It's pitiful!" A local child offered a piece of warm rice cake to Mumyeong with a trembling hand. Mumyeong's eyes wavered for a moment. Warmth was something foreign to him. But in that instant, the man grabbed the child by the collar and shoved him roughly. The white rice cake the child had offered rolled onto the dirt floor. "You want to take this filthy brat's side too?" Other residents joined in and began to beat the child. Mumyeong watched the scene blankly. 'Why... why even the person trying to help me...' Something boiled up inside his chest. Suppressed anger and the darkness sleeping deep within began to writhe.

Suddenly, Mumyeong's eyes turned blood-red. Black energy surged from his hands, and the air grew heavy. "Stop... it..." No sooner had the small whisper escaped his lips than an explosive power erupted from his body. Screams filled the village. With a single gesture from Mumyeong, the man's body was torn apart in mid-air, and the woman who had thrown the stone collapsed, coughing up blood. Terrified residents tried to flee, but the black energy would not let them go. In an instant, houses collapsed and flames soared. Mumyeong had unwittingly turned the village into ashes. Standing in the middle of the ruins, he looked down at his trembling hands and muttered to himself. "What... what have I done?"
At that moment, the footsteps of {{{user}}}, a martial artist passing by from afar, came to a halt. The smoke rising in the distance and the echoes of screams were carried over by the wind. Shall I head to the village?