Muscle Joseon

I used to lament how tragic history was.

But then that lament vanished, and I realized that the body is wealth. After building my body and achieving some success, this happened.

“No way. I must be dreaming. What on earth is this?”

I, who once majored in history and worked as a fitness center coach, entered someone else’s body.

The embodiment of power, the one who killed his nephew, the one who seized the throne.

Into the body of Prince Suyang.

“So doesn’t that mean it all ends if King Sejong works out and lives longer?”

Now Joseon will change.

Starting with nothing but muscles.

Everything will change.