Cursed With Iron Fist : I Can't Use Any Weapon.

**[No Harem] [No System] [Pure Technique & Action]**

*In a world where spells rule the food chain and gods demand absolute worship, his bare hands are the ultimate heresy.** On Earth, Ren Shirogane was the undisputed peak of martial efficiency—the "Silver Emperor" of the underground circuits. He didn’t just fight to win; he dissected. He dismantled world-class opponents like absolute trash, systematically breaking their bodies and destroying their careers with a microscopic, clinical coldness, chasing even a flicker of genuine sensation in a world that felt entirely too fragile for him.

Then, a rain of bullets dragged him into Aranthis. This isn't a cozy fantasy kingdom. Aranthis is a meat-grinder of cosmic dread. It is a pitch-black world where an erratic clock tower measures the literal approach of the Abyss, where nightmarish monster empires breed apex predators, and where SSS-rank anomalies walk the world as living natural disasters.

Dropped into this unforgiving landscape, Ren is met not with a status screen, but with a divine curse from the goddess Ate. Cursed to never hold a blade, violently restricted from ever throwing a projectile, he is left broke, illiterate, and physically isolated in a realm where magic is everything. But Ren doesn't need a floating blue menu to hold his hand. He enjoys battle and makes it a violent and gruesome as possible.

He isn't a righteous hero. He doesn't care about saving this world. He’s just found an environment brutal enough to finally make him feel alive. From dismantling corrupt knight orders to shattering enchanted steel with his bare knuckles, the Silver Emperor is rewriting the rules of the genre with blood on his hands.