I am the creator of Duality The Shadow Rite universe.
Walk the unwritten path together with me and see the world of fantasy Joseon kingdom through the eyes of Hwajin and Muryeong.
Great news! We have hit #4 spot on the Action Fantasy genre rankings list, and also #26 all genres ranking on the Community level, right here on Tapas! Thank you for reading Duality! This is amazing!
Hey everyone! It looks like Kakao will be shutting down Tapas by the end of 2026. I’ll keep posting new episodes here on Tapas until the very end, and then we’ll simply have to switch to Kakao for a fresh new start! :)
I think it’s a good time to make this announcement, since we’re already pretty close to that point.
The *Duality: The Shadow Rite* webtoon series will be coming out next year! It will be available in both English and Korean! If you liked the light novel and the color covers for each chapter, I know you’ll absolutely love the webtoon!
I’ll keep you guys updated on any news regarding the platform switch, but until then, see you on Tapas! :D
Hey everyone! The time has come to introduce the legendary Unbroken Blade, Lee Gyeseong! Former captain of the royal guard, the most talented swordsman in Joseon, and one of the main characters of the Duality Shadow Rite saga :)
The scene is from the 26th chapter of Duality The Shadow Rite, so hurry and read up if you haven't already!
The Bull’s eyes widened, but his momentum was too great to halt. He raised his massive arms to shield his face, but Muryeong hadn't aimed for his face. The blade caught the Bull exactly in the soft hollow of his throat, beneath the chin. The sharpened tip of the "Reason" blade tore through the iron-thickened skin, the force of the throw carrying it all the way through the back of the Bull's neck.
Out of the darkness, a dozen riders erupted. They looked like Mongolian warriors—their furs heavy, their faces masked by shadow, their horses moving with an eerie, silent grace. They carried bows of dark horn, and their arrows whistled through the air with a sound like screaming ghosts.
The impact was less like a punch and more like a mountain collapsing. The Bull’s twin fists smashed into the frozen earth exactly where Muryeong had been standing a millisecond prior. The sound was a sickening crack, not of wood, but of the bedrock itself splintering. Shards of stone and frozen mud sprayed outward like shrapnel, slicing through the air.
He had spent the last decade moving through the kingdom like a scalpel. Wherever there was a "friction" in the state—rogue mercenaries carving out fiefdoms in the mountains, mutinous garrison commanders, or hired killers preying on the trade routes—the military sent the man who did not age. Saheon was now a legend whispered in the tea houses and barracks. They called him the "Evergreen Captain," a title that held more fear than respect.