After that day,
Jin continued to think and grieve for days.
He wandered through countless places.
Every place his feet touched, he destroyed—
any gang, any corrupt gambling house, any loan den that harmed people.
The name **Black Wanderer** shook the entirety of the Southern Murim.
Experts were killed.
Gangs.
Organizations.
It was an extremely heavy period on his mind.
He began to fight to calm his rage,
and to kill criminals so he could feel some form of satisfaction with himself.
In less than two weeks,
nearly 2,000 people died
at the hands of the Black Wanderer.
Until one day—
As usual, Jin was destroying anything he felt was harming people.
At the headquarters of a small organization in Tangshuan,
the sound of battle was deafening.
Walls, ground, ceilings—
everything was shattered.
Until every person in the place was killed.
As he was about to leave,
he heard the scream of a woman behind him.
He turned toward the sound.
He saw a woman running in from outside, holding a small child.
The woman and her child stopped in front of one of the corpses
and collapsed, crying as they clutched the body.
The corpse was completely cut in half.
The dead man's eyes were still open—
Jin had killed him so cleanly that the man never even realized he was dead.
Jin looked at the scene as he listened.
"My husband…"
"Please get up. Don't leave us."
The child cried as he called out to his father.
He cried bitterly,
crying and crying.
It didn't take long before other families arrived.
Women and children crying.
Brothers, sons, wives, and mothers.
A sight painful in every possible way.
The boy could not stop himself from crying under the weight of the scene.
Then he heard two people talking.
"This small organization… committed many crimes."
The other replied,
"But… there were some people who worked here only to earn their daily bread.
They didn't kill or steal anyone.
They didn't deserve this."
Jin listened in shock.
He collapsed to the ground, crying as he watched from afar.
What is this…
What have I done?
He raised his gaze again.
Amid the screams,
he saw a small child standing alone, crying over his brother's corpse.
The dead man was a young adult,
perhaps around Jin's age,
while the child couldn't have been more than ten.
Crying, he said,
"Brother… I have no one else."
"Don't leave me alone."
Jin could no longer contain himself.
He pulled at his hair until it began to come out.
His face twisted with overwhelming rage, sorrow, and regret.
His eyes turned completely red from excessive crying.
His face was drowned in tears.
His expression was indescribable.
He no longer knew what to do, and said to himself,
"How…
Why…
What have I committed?"
He looked at the small boy again.
The child cried bitterly, pleading with the brother who had left him alone.
Jin looked at the people.
The number of those whose families had arrived was not large,
but they were more than enough to crush him with pain.
He cried intensely and thought to himself,
"I was once in their place."
"And now… I am the perpetrator."
The pain continued to crush the boy,
his mind no longer able to endure the sound of grief before him.
An elderly man came and stood beside him.
The man looked like a fighter,
and his clothes resembled those of a major clan.
Jin couldn't even stand up or escape the situation.
The man looked at him with extreme coldness,
then spoke in a harsh, reprimanding tone.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Is this the justice you sought?"
"I have watched you closely during the past period,
and witnessed your battles.
Is this the result?"
"How many people do you think were innocent,
or had families,
and ended up dead by your hands during this time?"
"How many children lost their fathers?"
"How many wives lost their husbands?"
"How many mothers lost their sons?"
Jin screamed while crying on the ground,
"Stop… just stop… I can't hear any more."
The man continued without the slightest care.
"Did you think you would never make a mistake?"
He leaned closer and spoke into his ear.
"Look at this scene."
"Tell me—"
"How many people lost the one who provided for their homes?"
"How many girls were forced into brothels?"
Jin screamed, completely shattered,
"Please… please don't continue."
The man went on.
"This is the price of recklessness."
"The price of impulsiveness."
"The price of the arrogance within you."
"Look at the result of what you've done,
and imagine how many people you left behind like this."
"You may have killed more than 2,000 men."
"But…
how many people were hurt afterward?"
Jin screamed, broken,
and cried,
and smashed his head against the ground.
And so—
The boy continued to stare at the scene for a long time.
He couldn't even stand up and leave.
Every time he was about to regain control of himself,
that man shattered him even more.
And this—
Was the first unforgivable mistake
that Jin ever made.