Author: Renegade

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 41

    “A dangerous entity…”

    “Did you know?”

    Taeseong shook his head. He had been aware that Sooah might be classified as a dangerous entity, but this was the first time he was hearing the term “Red.”

    He asked,

    “What does Red mean?”

    “You should already know this, but from the Tree’s perspective, there isn’t much distinction between administrators and entities. In other words, all administrators can be classified as entities at any time.”

    “Yeah.”

    “Among them, those the Tree deems dangerous are designated as dangerous entities. There are four classification colors in total.”

    “……”

    “Black means unconditional elimination, so it’s practically never applied to administrators. Red requires elimination without exception if the entity goes berserk. Orange means suppression in the event of berserk behaviour. Green means no action is taken until the entity calms down.”

    “So since Sooah is classified as Red, that means she’ll be eliminated if she goes berserk.”

    “That’s right.”

    Taeseong’s eyes blazed. A thick killing intent rose from his entire body, filling the surrounding space.

    “…Those bastards. Just what gives them the right to decide they can eliminate my sister? Tell me, Xiao Yun.”

    “Calm yourself, Lee Taeseong.”

    “Calm? You think I can stay calm? Even if you knew your sibling was wearing a bomb collar that could go off at any moment?”

    The suffocating killing intent spread further. Even Xiao Yun, who was well-acquainted with such an aura, found himself taken aback by its intensity.

    ‘Just what is this man…?’

    After a moment of controlled breathing, Taeseong withdrew his aura. The shaking table finally settled. He knew.

    No matter how much anger he expressed here, nothing would change.

    And Xiao Yun, of all people, wasn’t the one to direct it at.

    “So where is Sooah now? Is she definitely in the Japan Branch?”

    “From what I found, she seems to be away on a mission at the moment.”

    “Her unit?”

    “She’s in a special team directly under the department chief. It’s nominally called a special team, but in reality, it exists to facilitate the chief’s external activities. So it doesn’t have an official designation.”

    Taeseong frowned in confusion.

    “A special team under the chief?”

    “Yes. That crazy woman… No, your sister’s mentor, Yukina, is the Japan Branch’s administrative chief. She holds the same Beta rank as me.”

    “You know her?”

    “I’ve seen her a few times since we’re both Betas. As you can imagine, she’s not normal. Then again, whether there’s anyone among the administrators who can even be called normal is questionable.”

    Not only was Sooah classified as a Red-level dangerous entity, but her supposed mentor was a major figure in the Japan Branch’s administrative division.

    At that moment, Taeseong truly grasped just how high Xiao Yun’s level of authority was.

    ‘If I want access to this kind of information on my own, the only way is to get promoted as quickly as possible.’

    “Drink?”

    Taeseong nodded and clinked his bottle against Xiao Yun’s once more.

    Gulp. Gulp.

    Maybe it was the lingering anger, but the harsh liquor that had previously burned his throat now barely registered.

    “As I mentioned before, I’ve lost most of my memories. That includes most of my memories of my sister. I don’t know what she went through while I was swept away in the dimensional transfer.”

    “……”

    “If you know anything about her, I want you to tell me everything. I’ll repay the favour in any way you ask.”

    Taeseong locked eyes with Xiao Yun, his expression deadly serious, then slowly bowed his head.

    Xiao Yun watched him, then smiled softly.

    He had intended to share this information anyway.

    His whole reason for coming here was to provide Taeseong with information about his sister.

    Besides, after everything that had happened, Xiao Yun had grown to like Taeseong. Their conversation just now had raised his opinion even further.

    Seeing Taeseong struggling to find his sister resonated with him—it felt too similar to his own past.

    Still, it was surprising to see someone as reckless as Taeseong acting so politely.

    The man Xiao Yun knew wasn’t the type to be bound by things like rank or position.

    ‘If our situations were reversed, I probably would’ve done the same.’

    “A favor, huh… Well, just share a drink with me sometime when I’m feeling lonely.”

    “That’s enough for you?”

    Xiao Yun shook his bottle and chuckled.

    “As you know, I don’t have the best reputation. Finding a proper drinking companion isn’t easy.”

    “Well, yeah. Not many people would want to sit across from someone who rips their own arm off without hesitation and share a drink.”

    “…You’re really one to talk.”

    The two exchanged looks before simultaneously letting out small laughs.

    They both knew they were joking to ease the tension, but the absurdity of the situation itself made it amusing.

    “Anticipating this, I also looked into how Lee Sooah joined the Tree.”

    “There’s a separate file on that?”

    Xiao Yun nodded.

    “Lee Taeseong. This is the Tree. Whatever you imagine, you can expect to see something beyond it.”

    Taeseong thought Xiao Yun’s manner of speech kept fluctuating, but considering the man was over three hundred years old, he decided to let it slide.

    “Alright.”

    “Then I should start from the point after you disappeared.”


    A month had passed since Lee Taeseong, a Republic of Korea Army captain and the youngest officer slated for promotion to major, had disappeared.

    The once lively household, filled with laughter, had lost all traces of its former warmth.

    They had reported him missing to the police, but the only response they received was that the investigation was still ongoing. Meanwhile, the military unit he had belonged to remained completely silent.

    Looking back, they realized they didn’t even know which unit their son had served in. A meeting with his commanding officer was out of the question, and they couldn’t even obtain a shred of information.

    Despite filing numerous petitions to the Ministry of National Defense, all they ever got in return was the same bureaucratic response from military personnel: “We are searching for him as well.”

    “Taeseong… Where on earth are you…?”

    Their son had vanished overnight, leaving behind not a single trace, as if he had evaporated from existence.

    Realizing that relying on government agencies had its limits, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

    They poured their savings into hiring private investigators and posted online notices with a hefty reward for any information regarding their missing son. Every morning, they went out to distribute flyers.

    They exhausted every means available to them—leveraging their connections, searching, searching, searching, and searching again.

    “Mom, where did Oppa go…? He promised to play with me…”

    “Sooah, just wait a little longer. Oppa will be back soon. You’re a good girl, so let’s wait patiently, okay?”

    “Okay… I want to see Oppa soon too.”

    Yet, as if mocking their desperate prayers, an entire year passed with no progress.

    It was as if Lee Taeseong had truly disappeared from the face of the earth.

    Naturally, his parents’ mental state deteriorated. The more they focused on finding Taeseong, the more time his younger sister, Sooah, spent alone.

    The home that once overflowed with laughter now echoed with silence.

    And then, a few days later, Taeseong’s parents died.

    The cause was a traffic accident.

    A truck driver, unable to fight off sleepiness, had run a red light. Their condition was already so critical that they were pronounced dead at the scene, even before an ambulance could arrive.

    “Tsk, tsk… That poor child, left all alone. Weren’t her parents well-known prosecutors?”

    “Both parents dead, and the eldest son missing? You really never know what life has in store… Who would’ve thought a family that seemed so happy could end up like this overnight?”

    “I heard he was too righteous for his own good and made some enemies higher up… Doesn’t this all seem suspicious? Something smells off, don’t you think?”

    “Hey, watch your mouth! The only thing that stinks is that damn gossip of yours! You don’t say things like that in front of kids!”

    “Oh, come on, it’s just a figure of speech.”

    Many questions surrounded their deaths, but the case was wrapped up with startling speed.

    The truck driver fully admitted to his crime, as if someone wanted the incident buried as quickly as possible.

    And just like that, Sooah became an orphan overnight.

    The ones who stepped in to help with her parents’ funeral were none other than the soldiers from Taeseong’s unit—

    The HID Special Operations Counter-Terrorism Unit.

    Each of them had been searching for Taeseong in their own way, and upon hearing the news, they pooled their own money to support Sooah.

    “Mom… Dad…”

    At the time, Sooah felt as if everything happening around her was a dream—hazy and unreal.

    It was her mind’s defense mechanism, an instinctive response to survive the unbearable shock.

    But that suppressed emotion soon found a target.

    She directed all her hatred toward the unjust world that had taken everything from her—

    And toward the very person she blamed for it all: Lee Taeseong.

    Of course, Taeseong wasn’t at fault.

    He hadn’t chosen to be swept away by dimensional transfer.

    He wasn’t responsible for their parents’ deaths.

    But to an eight-year-old girl, none of that mattered.

    In her eyes, her brother was the source of all her misfortune.

    That was when it began.

    The once bright and cheerful girl started to harbor flames of resentment toward the world.

    And then, one day, the flames came.

    Just as her brother had disappeared without a trace, so too did the fire arrive without warning.

    [Child, if you make a contract with me, I will grant you the power to burn everything in this world.]

    She accepted.

    And on that day—A wildfire engulfed an entire mountain in Gangwon Province.

    Sensing the anomaly, administrators from The Tree arrived at the scene.

    Their immediate decision was to eliminate the entity known as Pure Flame.

    The field administrator had deemed suppression impossible.

    And that judgment had been correct.

    Had they hesitated any longer, it wouldn’t have been just a mountain—an entire city could have gone up in flames.

    But then, someone appeared.

    It was Yukina, the Beta-ranked administrator from Japan.

    She had been in Korea for a mission when she happened to witness the disaster.

    With a mere gesture, she extinguished the raging inferno.

    Then, she spoke.

    “Child, you carry a flame within you that you cannot control. Tell me, what is it that you resent so deeply?”

    “……”

    “Will you come with me?”

  • Struggle for Supremacy in the Demonic Path Chapter 4

    At the entrance of the Mu Family Estate, Yuwol was met by an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

    “Where are you from?”

    “I came from Geumsan.”

    “What brings you here?”

    “I’m here to buy a gift for a friend.”

    After confirming the prearranged passphrase, the man checked the entry token Yuwol handed over.

    “You’re late.”

    As if Yuwol was the last guest, the man firmly locked the gate.

    Due to the nature of the event, no further identity verification was possible. All the guests today were individuals who took extreme measures to conceal their identities.

    The gatekeeper’s steps were slow yet disciplined as he led the way. Though he worked as a mere gatekeeper, Yuwol could tell he was a master capable of channeling energy into his blade.

    Crossing a garden in full bloom with crepe myrtles, the man guided him to a secret underground chamber within the Mu Family Estate.

    The space was too large to be called a room, yet too modest to be a grand hall. Already gathered inside were a dozen martial artists.

    Most wore bamboo hats pulled low or covered their faces with veils. Some had their faces exposed, but their rigid and unnatural expressions suggested they were wearing human-skin masks.

    As Yuwol entered, all eyes briefly turned toward him before shifting back.

    He positioned himself to the side.

    The exact number of people in the room was ten. Among them, a middle-aged man in a sleek black martial robe with a bamboo hat was his subordinate—Jinpae, the First Squad Leader of the Black Wind Unit.

    Jinpae, in his mid-forties, was the eldest among the five squad leaders of the Black Wind Unit and the only one who was married. With a rugged appearance and a straightforward personality, he was the least “demonic” of the five. His external technique, specializing in fists, was known as Dominating Iron Fist.

    As Yuwol discreetly scanned the room, his eyes gleamed when they landed on a particular middle-aged man.

    The odd curve of the sword at the man’s waist and the distinctive way he clenched his fists felt familiar.

    Retracing his memories, Yuwol soon recalled who he was.

    The man was Won Ryeong, the Deputy Leader of the Cheonryong Unit under the Justice Alliance. Two years ago, during an operation, Yuwol had crossed paths with the Cheonryong Unit, and he had encountered Won Ryeong then.

    Yuwol’s memory, especially when it came to enemies, was said to be extraordinary. Fortunately, Won Ryeong did not recognize him.

    “The Deputy Leader of the Cheonryong Unit is here in person?”

    This indicated how seriously they were taking this matter.

    Yuwol examined the remaining guests. If the Justice Alliance had caught wind of today’s event, there was no way the Dark Path Alliance wouldn’t have as well.

    Closing his eyes, Yuwol sharpened his focus, reading the energies flowing within the chamber.

    Sinister energy.

    His gaze fixed on a woman in a corner wearing a face veil. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with piercing eyes.

    Though she concealed it well, he could faintly sense traces of orthodox dark arts in her energy. These arts were exclusively practiced by warriors affiliated with the Dark Alliance.

    Yuwol sent a secret transmission to Jinpae.

    “Among the field operatives of the Dark Alliance, who’s the most prominent woman lately?”

    Jinpae responded immediately.

    “If it’s a woman, it must be Blood Bee of the Dragon-Tiger Strike Force.”

    The Dragon-Tiger Strike Force was an elite unit the Dark Alliance took pride in.

    “Have you seen her before?”

    “From a distance, a few years ago. Why do you ask?”

    “The veiled woman behind you—she’s likely Blood Bee. The man next to her is Won Ryeong.”

    “Damn. How did they find out?”

    “Looks like someone deliberately leaked the information.”

    “That bastard has really stirred up a storm.”

    A cold smirk curled on Yuwol’s lips.

    “They’ll soon realize there’s nothing worth feasting on at this banquet.”

    Just then, the door opened, and two men entered.

    The man in the lead was a middle-aged individual in his mid-forties, dressed in yellow robes, followed by an elderly man who appeared well over seventy.

    Even Yuwol, composed as he was, was taken aback by their arrival.

    The man in yellow spoke.

    “Pleasure to meet you. My name is Yeo Someone.”

    Yuwol knew his full name well.

    Yeo Ga-hwi.

    In his younger days, he was a notorious master thief, but one day, he suddenly vanished from the martial world.

    When he reemerged years later, he was no longer a thief. Using his old connections, he became an illegal auctioneer, dealing in stolen goods. This new career made him even more famous than when he had been scaling walls.

    But Yuwol wasn’t shocked because of Yeo Ga-hwi. It was the elderly man behind him, casually tapping his lower back as he took a seat.

    Wind Demon!

    Wind Demon was a former member of the Demonic Cult who had retired due to age. Despite being on par with the Six Demon Lords, he had famously refused to join the Elders’ Council. His aloof nature kept him from mingling with others.

    Jinpae, who had also recognized him, sent a hurried transmission.

    “It’s Wind Demon, damn it.”

    Yuwol bit his lip. He had expected some heavyweights to be involved.

    Sa Dobin had emphasized multiple times that he had to personally handle this operation.

    But Wind Demon’s presence was completely unforeseen.

    “What do we do? Should we abort the mission?”

    Jinpae’s cautious inquiry was met with Yuwol’s firm response.

    “We proceed.”

    It was clear Yuwol had already made up his mind.

    “Are you sure?”

    Jinpae’s voice held a slight tremor. No matter how deep the corruption ran, Wind Demon was not someone to trifle with.

    Beyond his formidable martial prowess, he was also close friends with the Demonic Sword—the strongest among the Six Demon Lords.

    This situation was becoming increasingly troublesome.

    Meanwhile, Yeo Ga-hwi greeted the assembly with a beaming smile.

    “First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for making the effort to be here. I see we have some new faces today as well—pleasure to meet you.”

    Gaining access to these stolen goods auctions was no easy feat. Yeo Ga-hwi was meticulous when selecting participants, allowing entry only to those who had traded with him for over five years and had a trustworthy recommendation.

    “Well then, shall we begin?”

    At his signal, the gatekeeper brought in a large box.

    From it, he retrieved a sword and handed it to Yeo Ga-hwi.

    “Here is our first item of the night.”

    As Yeo Ga-hwi unsheathed the blade, a razor-sharp edge gleamed under the light.

    Even at a glance, it was evident this was no ordinary weapon.

    “The Crimson Heart Sword, once wielded by the late Grandmaster Lee Cheong.”

    “Oh!”

    Several guests exclaimed in awe and stepped closer to examine it.

    Swinging the blade lightly, Yeo Ga-hwi smirked.

    “The scabbard and hilt have been completely modified. Even if Grandmaster Lee were to rise from the dead, he wouldn’t recognize it. Bidding starts at seven thousand nyang.”

    Without hesitation, a man in a flamboyant robe raised his hand.

    “Seven thousand.”

    Immediately, a short man beside him lifted his hand as well.

    “Eight thousand.”

    Like devoted sons discovering their late father’s treasured relic, the two fiercely competed, and the price quickly soared to fourteen thousand nyang.

    Eventually, the short man conceded.

    The sword was handed to the robed man, who promptly pulled out a promissory note and completed the transaction.

    Caressing the blade with satisfaction, the robed man beamed, while Yeo Ga-hwi grinned, pleased.

    For every item sold, Yeo Ga-hwi took a ten percent commission.

    Ten percent of fourteen thousand nyang—one thousand four hundred.

    Without lifting a finger, Yeo Ga-hwi had just pocketed a fortune.

    For the thieves who had risked their lives to steal it, the fee was outrageous, yet they gladly relied on him.

    Handling stolen goods was a dangerous business, after all.

    The gatekeeper then presented a smaller box.

    “Our second item of the night.”

    When Yeo Ga-hwi opened the box, three beads resembling black pearls lay neatly inside.

    “These are Poison-Repelling Beads, issued exclusively to the division leaders of the Justice Alliance. They are of the highest quality, with an efficacy three times that of ordinary ones.”

    Poison-Repelling Beads were rarely traded items. Moreover, top-grade ones were so rare that one might only see them once in several years.

    The eyes of the crowd began to gleam with interest.

    “Starting at fifteen hundred nyang, with each bead priced at five hundred nyang.”

    Yuwol glanced at Won ryeong. Despite the fact that the Justice Alliance’s Poison-Repelling Beads were being illegally traded, he showed little concern. It was clear that his presence here today was not because of these beads.

    After several rounds of bidding, the Poison-Repelling Beads were ultimately sold for seven thousand nyang.

    The prices of the sword auctioned earlier and now these beads were unimaginable sums for ordinary people. Clearly, every guest present tonight was someone of extraordinary background.

    The third item Yeo Ga-hui presented was a small medicine bottle.

    He carefully held it out, pausing for a moment, as if to emphasize its significance. And indeed, the words that followed were shocking.

    “This is Seven Steps Death Powder from the Sichuan Tang Clan.”

    A stir rippled through the audience. Seven Steps Death Powder was one of the seven deadliest poisons of the Tang Clan, a product incomparable to the previous two items in both value and danger.

    Yeo Ga-hui carefully placed the medicine bottle inside a small wooden case.

    “As you all know, no matter how skilled one may be, a single drop of this poison ensures death before they take their seventh step. The bidding starts at ten thousand nyang.”

    In truth, the cost of its raw ingredients barely amounted to a few dozen nyang. Yet, no one protested the staggering starting price. Even with a million nyang, acquiring this poison was impossible unless one was an acknowledged master from the direct lineage of the Tang Clan.

    After fierce competition, the Seven Steps Death Powder was finally sold for twenty-seven thousand nyang to a middle-aged man dressed in a crimson robe. Despite its immense value, no one questioned its authenticity or how it had been obtained. That alone was proof of the trust they placed in Yeo Ga-hui.

    “And now, the final item of the night.”

    The eyes of those who had left empty-handed turned to him. This auction was a rare event, held only every few months if one was lucky—some years, there was no auction at all.

    “But before that, I have something to say.”

    Even as all eyes focused on him, Yeo Ga-hui did not speak right away.

    As the tension built, he finally lowered his voice and spoke in a whisper.

    “This item comes from Daechonsan.”

    At those words, the room fell silent.

    An item from Daechonsan meant one thing—it belonged to the Demonic Cult. A heavy stillness settled over the room.

    “I’m out.”

    One of the men stepped forward, shaking his head. He was the short man who had previously bid fiercely for the sword.

    After offering a slight nod to Yeo Ga-hui, he swiftly ascended the stairs and left. Yeo Ga-hui made no move to stop him. If anything, his expression suggested that he had expected this.

    Seeing him leave, another person followed suit.

    “I’ll see you at the next gathering.”

    His expression made it clear—he had no intention of gambling with his life.

    As the two departed without hesitation, others began to follow.

    Yuwol quickly sent a covert message to Jinpae.

    “Jin Captain, have our men tail them and identify who they are.”

    In other words, follow them as they leave this place.

    “Understood. Stay safe.”

    As Jinpae reached the door, he hesitated for a moment, concerned for Yuwol. But then he let out a small chuckle. If this was a situation Yuwol couldn’t handle alone, his own presence wouldn’t change the outcome—it would only add to the burden. Besides, Yuwol had always returned safely from even the most impossible situations. Today would likely be no different.

    Once Jinpae stepped out, the iron doors shut firmly behind him.

    Sending Jinpae away had only been an excuse. The real reason was that this matter had to be handled in absolute secrecy.

    “Tch, such cowards…”

    Clicking his tongue, Yeo Gahui shook his head. Then, as if those who remained were the truly courageous ones, he raised a thumb and smiled.

    There were only four people left—Yuwol, Won ryeong, Hyeol bong, and the man who had bought the first sword.

    The latter seemed quite pleased with himself for staying, as if he had become part of some elite group of the brave.

    “Fortune never favors cowards, after all! Hahaha!”

    His gestures and speech made one wonder if he truly deserved the fine sword at his waist.

    Looking around at the four remaining guests, Yeo Ga-hui smiled in satisfaction.

    “Well then, shall we get to the main discussion?”

    Won ryeong shot a glance at Hyeol bong, who, in turn, kept a wary eye on Yuwol. The only person visibly excited was the man in white.

    “What exactly is this item?”

    Even as the man pressed for answers, Yeo Ga-hui did not rush.

    Unlike before, he did not reveal the item first—he simply stated the price. A price so shocking that everyone in the room was left speechless.

    “The starting bid is fifty thousand nyang.”

    The man in white flinched so hard it seemed like he had leapt in place.

    For a moment, he thought he must have misheard—perhaps it was five thousand instead of fifty?

    Yet, Yeo Ga-hui remained completely composed.

    “Bidding starts at fifty thousand nyang, increasing by increments of five thousand. If you wish to buy it outright, the price is one hundred thousand nyang.”

    The sheer absurdity of it left the man dumbfounded. Even Won ryeong and Hyeol bong couldn’t hide their shock.

    “What is it, stir-fried Millennium He Shou Wu seasoned with Great Rejuvenation Pill , with a side of Ethereal Stone Milk for refreshment?”

    It was his best attempt at a joke, but no one laughed.

    Fifty thousand nyang was, with slight exaggeration, enough to buy an entire small city.

    “Heh…”

    Yeo Ga-hui let out an enigmatic chuckle and pulled a small book from his robe.

    All eyes immediately locked onto the palm-sized booklet. The man in white, in particular, looked like he might bore a hole through it with his stare.

    “What kind of martial arts manual is worth that much?”

    Naturally, he assumed it was a martial arts tome.

    “This is not a martial arts manual.”

    “Then what is it?”

    “This is… an Identity Register.”

    At those words, the man in white erupted in anger.

    “An Identity Register? So, just a list of names on some sheets of paper? And you’re asking for fifty thousand nyang?!”

    He turned to the others, hoping for support, but the three remained silent.

    “Of course, the names written here are no ordinary names.”

    Yeo Ga-hui made a motion as if to open the book but then hesitated, as if its contents were far too sensitive to reveal lightly.

    Breaking the suffocating silence, he finally spoke in a low voice.

    “This is a register of all the branch leaders and above within the Demonic Cult spread throughout the Central Plains. Their current aliases, their locations, and the businesses they use as fronts—everything is recorded in detail.”

    The man in white froze.

    Even knowing that the item came from the Demonic Cult, he had never imagined it would be something of this magnitude.

    If this fell into the hands of the Justice Alliance, it wouldn’t be just a list—it would become an execution ledger. The righteous sects and the dark factions alike would fight fiercely for this document.

    A shiver ran down his spine. His instincts screamed at him—leave this place immediately.

    “Ahem, this is of no use to me. I have no intention of buying, so I’ll take my leave.”

    Trying to sound nonchalant, his voice cracked, and his legs trembled as if they belonged to a frail old man.

    As he climbed the stairs, he turned back to Yeo Ga-hui.

    “And don’t worry—I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

    It was a mistake.

    Whoosh.

    His body was suddenly yanked into the air as if by an unseen force.

    “Kuhk!”

    The one who had seized him was none other than Pungma, who had been dozing off at the table.

    “You talk too much.”

    Murderous intent flickered in Pungma’s eyes.

  • A Veteran Player Becomes a Troublemaker Chapter 18

    The Lord of Rosen

    Hugo sat in his office with a troubled expression. It was the darkest his face had been since Ian left for Vilcen. The time was approaching when Vilcen’s food supplies would run out. However, the Greenskins had cut off the supply routes, making it difficult to take any action. To make matters worse…

    “Father, Count Erce is pouring oil on the fire,” Hubert continued, his words only deepening the gloom. In Hugo’s hand, filled with worry, was a report. It detailed how Count Erce had set up checkpoints on every road leading to Schranz, obstructing the arrival of reinforcements.

    ‘They’re trying to finish us off without getting their own hands dirty this time,’ Hubert thought, gritting his teeth. He could almost picture Count Erce sipping tea, praying for Schranz’s downfall, and it made his blood boil. Yet, they had no strength to protest, and even if they did, Count Erce would surely come up with some plausible excuse. The thought was infuriating.

    Knock knock.

    At that moment, Jurdan entered the office. “My lord, we’ve received a strange report.”

    “A strange report?”

    “A group of about three hundred mercenaries is heading toward Vilcen.”

    “Mercenaries? Why is that…?”

    It wasn’t unusual for mercenaries to come. With the family on the brink of collapse, they likely saw an opportunity to make a profit. But…

    “Wait. They’re heading to Vilcen, not Rosen?” Hubert was the first to notice something odd.

    “Yes. That’s why I said it’s a strange report.”

    Hugo tilted his head in confusion. “Why are they going there instead of here?” The lord who could hire them was here in Rosen, so why were they heading to Vilcen?

    “I’m not sure either…” Jurdan blinked, equally puzzled.


    The Greenskins at the north gate had gathered at the east gate. Observing their movements, Oswell predicted they were preparing for an all-out assault.

    Boom boom boom—! Hooooo—!

    “Kyaaaaak!”

    “Groooar!”

    Just as Oswell had anticipated, the sound of war drums and horns echoed across the battlefield. The Greenskins let out fierce cries and charged forward.

    Clang clang clang—!

    “The Greenskins are charging!”

    “If they’re launching a full-scale attack, it means they’re desperate! This will be their final assault! Fire arrows! Throw stones! Don’t let them reach the walls!”

    Their tactics were always the same: set up ladders, cross the ditch, and try to scale the walls. But this time was different.

    “Are they… spreading sand?”

    “They’re determined to take the castle this time!”

    Unlike before, instead of focusing on the ladders, the Greenskins were trying to fill the ditch with sand.

    “Stop them from filling the ditch! Concentrate your fire!”

    The soldiers on the walls threw stones and shot arrows to hinder them. But the Greenskins were just as relentless. Those hit by arrows or knocked out by stones were thrown into the moat to fill it.

    “Those… those madmen!”

    The Greenskins were utterly ruthless. The soldiers defending the walls were horrified by their brutal methods. Dead or unconscious, they were all thrown into the moat.

    Thud! Thud! Thud!

    “What’s that noise?”

    “Th-they’re trying to break the walls with axes!”

    The Greenskins weren’t relying solely on ladders. Since the walls were made of wood, they were attempting to chop through them.

    “Focus on the ones trying to break the walls!”

    The soldiers and villagers shot arrows and threw stones, but it wasn’t enough to stop them. Some Greenskins were already climbing the ladders.

    “We’re all going to die…”

    The soldiers were gripped with fear at the sight of the relentless onslaught.

    Crash!

    “Groooar!”

    “The wall’s been breached! Push them back and repair the wall!”

    To make matters worse, the Greenskins had broken through the wall. The soldiers who had held out so far were now overwhelmed as the enemy poured in like a flood. The archers and stone-throwers tried to push them back, but it was futile. More Greenskins kept pouring in, and the defenders were quickly outnumbered.

    “Young master,” Oswell called to Ian.

    “I’ll buy us some time…”

    “No.”

    “Young master!”

    Ian didn’t need to hear the rest to know what Oswell was suggesting. He wanted Ian to flee while he held the line.

    “Even if we retreat, we’ll just run into an ambush. There’s no way out.”

    “But there’s still a chance…”

    “Enough of that.”

    Ian knew the truth. If the Greenskins took this place, even holding the lord’s castle would be futile.

    ‘If we’ve inflicted this much damage, maybe we can hold the castle.’

    The lord’s castle walls were made of stone, not wood, and they were much taller.

    ‘But what happens after that?’

    Once the Greenskins entered Rosen, they would pillage, burn, and destroy the city. That would mean the loss of almost all the foundations in Schrantz. The territory would be devastated, and progress would come to a halt. Rebuilding would be impossible—rebuilding required funds, but the livelihoods of the people who could provide those funds would be gone. No, before that, they’d have to worry about starvation as all the crops were burned or looted.

    ‘We’ll just be waiting to die.’

    From the moment they failed to stop the Greenskins here, their fate was sealed.

    Ian looked up at the sky.

    ‘In the end, they didn’t come.’

    If Duke Endran had decided to help after reading his letter, he should have arrived by now. Ian had thought he could persuade the Duke by offering to help him advance into central politics.

    ‘Maybe he thought it was just the ramblings of a reckless young lord.’

    Ian chuckled bitterly.

    ‘What a damn miserable life.’

    He turned to look behind him. Everyone was staring at him with anxious, fearful eyes. Yet, they hadn’t dropped their weapons. They were still waiting for his orders, their efforts not entirely in vain.

    ‘At least in this village, we’ve made some impact.’

    Here, they no longer saw him as just a reckless young lord but as their commander.

    ‘What’s the point of all this if we’re just going to die?’

    Still, in this moment, their gazes filled him with pride.

    ‘Then I should live up to their expectations, even if just a little.’

    He decided to give them a final, memorable moment, ensuring that no sense of betrayal or disappointment would cloud their eyes.

    “Do not retreat, for I will not retreat either! If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together!”

    “Waaaaah!”

    “Long live Young Master Ian!”

    His determination to stand with them until the end was met with their cheers.

    [Everyone in Vilcen bows to your bravery. The loyalty of all in Vilcen has increased by 3.]

    [The morale of the defenders has reached its peak. Attack and defense power have increased by 5%.]

    [Your resolve has swayed the hearts of the people. Command has increased by 5.]

    [Your allies, moved by your determination, are making a final stand. They will resist until the last man.]

    ‘What does loyalty or command matter now?’

    Still, the increase in attack and defense power, along with morale reaching its peak, was a small blessing. At least it meant no one would flee the battlefield.

    “All troops!”

    Ian drew his sword. Without realizing it, everyone tightened their grip on their weapons. They all sensed that this would be the final charge.

    “Char…!”


    <Everyone, get down!>

    Kwaaaaang!

    Suddenly, a booming voice, as if amplified by a loudspeaker, echoed across the battlefield.

    —Thwoom!

    A massive explosion tore through the air, engulfing the Greenskins near the walls in a blaze of fire and heat.

    “W-what just happened?”

    “Gr-groar?”

    The sudden explosion left Vilcen’s defenders stunned. But the Greenskins were equally shocked. Both humans and monsters forgot they were in the midst of battle, turning their heads toward the source of the explosion.

    There, the walls were burning fiercely, illuminated by the massive blast.

    ‘Magic?’

    Ian immediately recognized that the explosion was caused by magic.

    ‘But who?’

    There were no mages in Schranz, as far as he knew.

    Just then.

    “Y-young master! Look over there!”

    Oswell urgently pointed somewhere, his voice filled with urgency. Ian’s gaze followed Oswell’s finger, and his expression brightened.

    “Attack! Drive the Greenskins back!”

    Hundreds of cavalrymen, appearing out of nowhere, were charging into the Greenskins’ rear.

    ‘Where did they come from? Judging by their attire, they look like mercenaries…’

    Could Hugo have somehow scraped together funds or offered something in exchange to hire mercenaries?

    ‘No matter! This is our chance!’

    With hope for survival right before their eyes, what did it matter whether they were mercenaries hired by Hugo or reinforcements sent by Duke Endran?


    [The Greenskins’ morale is plummeting!]

    A ray of light had pierced the darkness, and now was the time to seize the opportunity.

    “Full assault! It’s our turn now! Wipe them out!”

    “Uwaaaaah!”

    Riding the momentum of the sudden shift in the battle, the Schrantz forces switched to the offensive, driving the Greenskins back.

    When all seemed lost, and everyone had prepared for death, the timely arrival of hundreds of cavalrymen completely turned the tide of the battle.


    [Monster Uprising Defense 1/1]

    [The ‘Crisis of Schrantz’ quest has been completed.]

    [Experience points have been awarded based on your contribution to the quest.]

    [Player’s achievements: 47 Goblin Riders, 63 Orc Warriors, and 1 Orc Champion slain.]

    [Allied casualties: 97 lightly wounded, 41 severely wounded, 27 dead.]

    [Level has increased.]

    [Level has increased.]


    “Young master, the Greenskins are retreating! We’ve won!”

    Oswell, forgetting his position as the knight commander, was overjoyed like a child at the miraculous victory.

    “Long live Young Master Ian! Long live Schranz! Long live victory!”

    The cheers of victory, absent for three days, once again echoed across the battlefield.

    Stagger!

    “Young master!”

    As Ian’s body swayed and threatened to collapse, Oswell quickly caught him, alarmed.

    “Young master, are you alright? Were you injured?”

    Though Oswell’s voice was filled with concern, a smile spread across Ian’s face.

  • The Regressed Extra Becomes a Genius Chapter 40

    The mage rubbed the back of his head and glared at me.

    Ignoring him for now, I quickly scanned my surroundings.

    In the distance, I saw Yoon Hayoung staring at me with a shocked expression and Yoo Ara lying unconscious on the ground.

    …Wait a minute. Is Yoo Ara okay? She’s not dead, right?

    I hurried over to her and shook her.

    “Hey! Are you okay?”

    “Ugh…”

    Yoo Ara let out a faint groan. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

    “…Kim Sun-woo?”

    “Phew. You’re alive.”

    “Cough! Cough! …Ugh!”

    Still suffering from the aftereffects of the demon’s attack, Yoo Ara remained sprawled on the ground, struggling to catch her breath.

    Thankfully, she seemed to be in pain but not in any life-threatening condition.

    As I sighed in relief, the demon stared at me in bewilderment.

    “Who the hell are you?”

    He directed his question at me, and I shifted my attention from Yoo Ara to the enemy before me.

    Then, I noticed something—the wound on his body, still burning with a pure white light.

    The energy emanating from it was unlike any ordinary magic.

    ‘…Could that be the power of Demon Eradication?’

    I glanced at Yoon Ha-young.

    She was staring at me blankly, as if she had no idea what kind of power she had just awakened.

    I couldn’t believe she had unlocked Demon Eradication’s trait this early.

    This was another major change from the original storyline—this event was supposed to happen months later.

    ‘Enough pondering…’

    I needed to focus on the enemy in front of me.

    This demon wasn’t someone I recognized.

    Of course, I hadn’t encountered many demons personally, but if he were an important character, I would have recognized him at a glance.

    “Haah…”

    Facing an unknown villain made me a bit uneasy.

    It felt like going up against something completely unpredictable.

    Still, judging by his aura, he was probably around A or B rank.

    If he was A-rank, that would be… more than a little dangerous.

    But if he was B-rank, I could handle him.

    Besides, he was already severely wounded by Demon eradication’s power.

    Now was the perfect time to take him down.

    I gathered mana throughout my body.

    [Activating the ability ‘Heart of the Great Nature.’]

    [For one minute, mana recovery speed increases by 1000%.]

    Thump!

    My heart pounded rapidly.

    As I relished the surge of mana, I began forming a spell.

    With every moment my mana replenished, I continuously compressed it into the magic sphere I had conjured.

    “…Who are you?”

    The demon’s expression stiffened.

    He must have realized what kind of magic I was preparing.

    “How can someone your age use that kind of magic?”

    “I’ve been practicing magic for a long time, even for my age.”

    “What?”

    A flicker of unease crossed his eyes.

    He quickly conjured dark magic and fired it at me.

    Pew!

    A magic blast shot toward me at high speed.

    But his attack was blocked by the translucent barrier floating above my palm.

    The effect of my mana-alloy bracelet—‘Spell Shield.’

    “…!”

    The demon’s face twisted in shock, as if he hadn’t expected his attack to be stopped so easily.

    “Now it’s my turn.”

    I extended my hand.

    The magic sphere, brimming with immense energy, flashed brilliantly before shooting toward him.

    Kwaaaang!

    “Arghhh!”

    His agonized scream echoed through the explosion.

    As the smoke cleared, his figure emerged—his body now missing several parts.

    “Ugh… How could you use magic of this caliber?”

    The demon stared at me in horror.

    Without hesitation, I conjured another spell.

    Right now, I was overflowing with mana.

    I could attack as much as I wanted.

    Pang! Pang! Pang!

    Magic spheres rained from my hands.

    The demon struggled to block them, but he couldn’t withstand the relentless barrage.

    One by one, holes were blasted through his body, twisting him into a grotesque form.

    “Arghhh! You bastard!”

    His eyes darkened, turning pitch-black.

    A sign of ‘Demonic Frenzy.’

    A dangerous situation.

    But I didn’t panic.

    I needed to turn this crisis into an opportunity.

    Right now, he was completely defenseless.

    This was my chance to finish him off.

    Once again, I gathered mana into my hand and compressed it.

    A vortex of energy swirled, gradually forming into a concentrated sphere.

    This would be enough.

    I reached out and launched it toward his head.

    A brilliant flash occured—

    And then, his head exploded.


    The attack on the Magic Academy by the demonic beings was subdued faster than expected.

    The general consensus was that the most decisive reason for resolving the incident so quickly was the rapid deactivation of the barrier set up in the third-year exam hall.

    “No, it wasn’t me.”

    “Haha. Don’t be so modest. If it wasn’t you, Jung Yoon-seul, who else could have disabled the barrier so quickly?”

    “Agh! So frustrating. I said it wasn’t me!”

    “Jung Yoon-seul, you must be more shy than I thought. Haha. Regardless, you did a great deed. Thanks to you, there weren’t many injuries, and the situation was handled well.”

    “Ugh… Whatever. Think what you want.”

    In the VIP room of the Magic Academy, a crowd had gathered around Jung Yoon-seul.

    Among them were members of the Magic Association who had come to express their gratitude, as well as reporters eager to spread the tale of her heroism.

    “The S-rank mage Jung Yoon-seul, who had been missing for a year, protects the young sprouts of the Magic Academy with brilliant wit. How does that sound for a headline?”

    “Oh, that’s good. Let’s go with that.”

    In the distance, reporters were busy typing away on their laptops, discussing their articles.

    Jung Yoon-seul stared at them in disbelief, unsure where to even begin correcting them.

    “Jung Yoon-seul, I have a question. I heard the barrier that was set up was at least A-rank. But it was deactivated in under five minutes. Do you have a special method?”

    As she listened to the question directed at her, she thought to herself.

    ‘That’s what I’d like to know too.’

    No matter how she looked at it, it made no sense. The barrier was at least A-rank, possibly higher. It had clear signs of being meticulously crafted over several days. Even as an S-rank mage, she would have found it nearly impossible to disable it in less than thirty minutes.

    Yet, the barrier had been deactivated in less than five minutes.

    Who in the world had done it?

    There was one person who came to mind.

    But the thought was so absurd that she couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud.

    It was easier to just assume that the one who had set the barrier had also been the one to deactivate it.

    “Sigh. Anyway, I’m busy, so I’ll be going now.”

    “Huh? Wait a moment!”

    “Miss Mage! Please speak with us a little longer!”

    Ignoring the voices calling out to her, Jung Yoon-seul stepped outside.

    “Phew…”

    Looking up at the sky, which had already darkened, she let out a deep sigh. The sudden return to peace after everything that had happened today felt strangely unsettling.

    At that moment, someone approached her.

    “Guild Leader~ You’re looking especially cool today.”

    “…Shut it.”

    The person greeting her was Park Minhee, the senior guild member of Runes of Enlightenment.

    “But seriously, you didn’t disable that barrier?”

    “No.”

    “Then who did? If it covered the entire exam hall, it must have been quite the high-grade barrier.”

    “Exactly.”

    Muttering to herself, Jung Yoon-seul couldn’t shake the name of one person from her mind.


    As soon as the barrier in the third-year exam hall was lifted, Lee Seo-jun contacted Lee Hyun-joo and Shin Young-joon, then rushed to them.

    Together, the three of them fought off the many monsters that had appeared in the academy, making a significant contribution to the battle.

    Now, they were sitting on a park bench late at night, reminiscing about the day’s events.

    “Wow. What even happened today?”

    “Seriously. Why would demonic beings attack a school?”

    “At least no one died. That’s a relief.”

    Then, as if remembering something, Lee Hyun-joo turned to Lee Seo-jun.

    “Oh, right. Seo-jun, you were in the third-year exam hall today, weren’t you?”

    At her words, Lee Seo-jun lifted his head.

    “Huh? Yeah.”

    “How was it there? It must’ve been total chaos.”

    “Well… I wasn’t there at the time.”

    “Huh? What do you mean?”

    “I was with Kim Sun-woo somewhere else for a bit.”

    “Kim Sun-woo? He was there too?”

    Lee Hyun-joo widened her eyes.

    “Yeah.”

    “Where did you two go?”

    “Um… Somewhere.”

    Lee Seo-jun answered with an awkward smile.

    “Ugh, come on. Tell me.”

    As the three of them continued their conversation—

    A man stood atop a distant building, watching them.

    “Lee Seo-jun is safe.”

    That’s a relief.

    The man was on a call. The person on the other end was a young woman.

    “By the way, why did the demonic beings suddenly attack the school? That really caught me off guard.”

    There must be a reason. Maybe they were looking for something.

    “They’ve been acting really suspicious lately. You don’t think their target was Lee Seo-jun, do you?”

    No, that’s unlikely. If their goal was Lee Seo-jun, they would have been actively searching for him.

    The man nodded.

    “Yeah, that makes sense. Besides, from what I saw, the one who fought Lee Seo-jun wasn’t even that strong.”

    Keep an eye on him just in case. You know how important he is to us, right?

    “Of course.”

    If his life is ever in danger…

    The man smirked.

    “Then I’ll just kill whoever’s threatening him.”

    Good. Stay on guard, Jin.


    Back in my dorm, I was checking my messages.

    [B-rank villain ‘Jin-san’ has been successfully eliminated.]

    [Causality has increased by 0.4.]

    [‘Savior’ achievement unlocked.]

    [Reward: 3,000 points.]

    [Character ‘Yoon Hayoung’ feels gratitude toward you.]

    [Yoon Hayoung’s interest in you has increased.]

    [Yoon Hayoung’s affinity level: 1]

    [Reward: 2,000 points.]

    [Character ‘Yoo Ara’ feels strong curiosity toward you.]

    [Yoo Ara’s interest in you has increased.]

    [Yoo Ara’s affinity level: 1]

    [Reward: 2,000 points.]

    A few rewards had come in for all the trouble I went through today.

    0.4 increase in causality and 7,000 points.

    I still didn’t fully understand what causality was, but it seemed beneficial to accumulate it, so I didn’t mind.

    “Hmm…”

    But today’s events had caused a major shift in the story.

    Yoon Hayoung had awakened the power of Demon Slayer a whole month earlier than in the original timeline.

    Demon Slayer.

    The name alone signified its power—the ultimate weapon against demonic beings.

    Though she probably didn’t realize it yet, her power would one day be the key to defeating the so-called King of the demonic beings, an entity akin to invincibility.

    Fortunately, the only witness to her power had been the demonic being I personally killed, so word wouldn’t spread to others for now.

    At least for the next few days, Yoon Hayoung would be safe.

    “But what’s going to happen with the exam?”

    Today’s sparring class had been canceled due to the demonic attack.

    It had been a great opportunity to earn a lot of points, so that was disappointing.

    “Hm. What about tomorrow?”

    There were exams tomorrow, the day after, and throughout the entire week.

    I wondered how the school would react after such an incident.

    Just then, my smart student notebook pinged with a notification.

    [Notice to all students: Tomorrow, regular classes will proceed instead of the midterm exams. Please take note.]

    “As expected, it’s canceled.”

    That answered my question.

    Still, I thought they might cancel classes altogether, yet they were proceeding as usual. That was surprising.

    Another message arrived.

    [Sun-woo, thanks for today. You saved me, haha.]

    It was from Yoon Hayoung.

    I had heard she was hospitalized, but she seemed to be doing well.

    Then, another message followed.

    [Ara says thanks too.]

    Yoo Ara?

    Oh, right. They were sharing a hospital room.

    The fact that Yoon Hayoung was addressing her by name rather than surname suggested that today’s events had brought them closer.

    In the original story, it took them a whole year to become friends, yet here they were already.

    “…This is unsettling.”

    A friendship forming this early between Yoon Hayoung, the Demon Slayer, and Yoo Ara, who would later bring endless chaos…

    What kind of butterfly effect would this create?

    I couldn’t help but worry about the future.

  • A doomsday-level returnee devours calamities Chapter 40

    “Transmigrant?”

    “Yeah. Unlike you Returnees, it refers to those who came from another world. In other words, those who weren’t originally from here.”

    Xiao Yun drank straight from the bottle.

    Unlike usual, he seemed unusually serious.

    He was such an unpredictable person that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

    Taeseong reached out his hand.

    “Give me a drink too.”

    “Of course.”

    When Xiao Yun handed over the bottle, Taeseong also drank straight from it.

    The lukewarm liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach.

    Though it wasn’t hot, his throat and stomach heated up in an instant.

    It was a strong liquor.

    “Bitter.”

    “Is that so? I like the taste. When I drink this, even if just for a moment, it feels like I’m back home.”

    “…….”

    The word “home” made Taeseong pause in thought. Somehow, he felt that Xiao Yun’s situation wasn’t all that different from his own.

    “Isn’t it strange? From your perspective, I’m an Otherworlder. Can you imagine what I felt when I found this liquor from my world existing here?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Resentment.”

    “For what?”

    “For the fact that something exists here that keeps me from forgetting the world I came from.”

    “I don’t understand. How is such a thing possible?”

    “I don’t know. But is there anything in this world that we truly understand?”

    “……I suppose not.”

    Dimensional Transfer, Transmigrators, Possessed Ones, Returnees, Anomalies, Creatures, Entities, Spirits, Yokai, Abilities, Elementals, Curses, Magic, Folklore, Myths, Legends, and countless other phenomena and beings.

    And the organization known as Tree, which governs and controls them all.

    How much of it did they truly understand?

    “That’s how it is. I don’t even know why I ended up in this world.”

    “…….”

    Taeseong had no words to spare. He, too, could relate to Xiao Yun’s words.

    Before being swept up in the Dimensional Transfer, Lee Taeseong had, strictly speaking, been an ordinary human.

    Of course, his profession had been far from what most would call normal, but it was still within the realm of human affairs.

    If he hadn’t experienced Dimensional Transfer, would he ever have realized that this hidden side of the world existed?

    Why had he been caught up in the transfer?

    Since when had this world taken on this form?

    Why did beings from other worlds keep drifting into this one?

    He knew nothing.

    To Taeseong, this world was filled with nothing but the incomprehensible.

    “The researchers at Tree use terms like ‘Multiverse’ broadly and ‘Parallel Universe’ more specifically.”

    “Multiverse?”

    “Simply put, it means that countless worlds similar to this one could exist. That’s why a liquor from my world could also exist here.”

    As Taeseong mulled over those words, he slowly nodded. It seemed plausible enough.

    “There’s no need to overthink it. This is just one of many theories, after all. Lee Taeseong, do you know the term ‘Murim’?”

    Hearing the word “Murim,” Taeseong instinctively thought of Team Leader Taesan.

    —Do you know what my title was there? It was Blood Sea Fist Demon. I only swung my fists to survive, but that title stuck. They said I created a sea of blood from the people I killed… Hah, ridiculous.

    “I’ve heard of the term ‘Murim Returnees’ before.”

    “That’s right. They may not have all come from the exact same world, but since they’re all labeled with ‘Murim,’ there must be a common foundation. I was a Murim warrior. We also called it the Jianghu.”

    Taeseong didn’t respond and simply listened calmly.

    “I was the head of a rather large clan.”

    “…….”

    “Tang Unryong. That is my real name.”

    Even the one who spoke it seemed unfamiliar with the name, his lips moving awkwardly as if it had been a long time since he last uttered it.

    Taeseong stared into his eyes.

    In the eyes of Xiao Yun—no, Tang Unryong—the world he had been born in was lost in the past.

    “The Greatest in Sichuan. The Head of the Tang Clan of Sichuan. One of the Ten Greatest Masters Under Heaven. The Poison Demon Divine Doctor. I had many names, but…”

    “…….”

    “In the end, I was just someone’s older brother.”

    Taeseong grabbed the bottle without a word and took two swigs before speaking.

    “You must have cherished your sibling.”

    Xiao Yun nodded.

    “Though we didn’t share a drop of blood, they were my only family. They were terrible at expressing emotions, always acting indifferent, but deep down, they were a soft-hearted child. My only wish was to see them meet a good partner and build a happy family.”

    His calm voice carried a yearning that even time couldn’t conceal.

    Only then did Taeseong understand why Xiao Yun had reacted so sensitively to the word “sibling.”

    “…Is that why you joined Tree?”

    Xiao Yun answered with a faint smile.

    “That’s right. Since I got swept up in this damned transfer, that kid is probably acting as the temporary head now. They’ll be pretending nothing is wrong, all while struggling against the unrest within the clan and the parasites trying to take advantage. On the outside, they’ll seem calm, but inside, they’ll be burning up with anxiety.”

    Then he added—

    “I have to go back. For them, if nothing else.”

    It wasn’t something he was saying to Taeseong. It was a vow to himself.

    A promise that he would return.

    “Did Tree offer you a deal? That if you worked as an administrator here, they would send you back to your original world?”

    “In a way. But you’re a Returnee yourself, so you should know. From the beginning, our choices have always been limited.”

    “That’s true.”

    This insane man was like a past version of himself.

    Someone who had suddenly fallen into an unknown world, desperately struggling to return home.

    Taeseong recalled his own bloodied self, climbing a mountain—overlapping with the man before him.

    “If Tree doesn’t keep their promise, what will you do?”

    “Then I’ll handle things my way.”

    He meant he would become Tree’s enemy.

    For a moment, Taeseong pictured Xiao Yun, classified as a Beta-grade entity, standing against the administrators—including himself.

    “How old do I look?”

    Xiao Yun’s sudden question made Taeseong glance at him before answering honestly.

    “Thirty?”

    “Around the age of eighty, I underwent rejuvenation, and it’s been over two hundred years since I arrived here. So at the very least, I must be over three hundred years old. I stopped counting after that.”

    As it turned out, the man before him was older than even his great-great-grandfather’s grandfather.

    Come to think of it, at some point, Taeseong had started speaking informally to him.

    ‘Didn’t I even tear off his arm?’

    Reading the expression on Taeseong’s face, Xiao Yun playfully remarked,

    “Are you thinking of speaking formally now?”

    “Not a chance.”

    “Good. That’s more like you.”

    Now that he knew Xiao Yun’s true age, his way of speaking somehow felt different.

    Since things had already come this far, Taeseong decided to ask all the questions he had in mind.

    “How did you get that name?”

    “By coincidence, the first place I opened my eyes was a country called China, which had a culture and geography strikingly similar to where I used to live. After I went around ripping heads off and tearing limbs from the pests who picked fights with me, the administrators of the Tree came looking for me.”

    “The Tree intervened, then.”

    Xiao Yun nodded.

    “Of course. Giving an identity to an unknown outsider is a trivial matter for them.”

    “Have you ever heard of someone called the Blood Sea Fist Demon?”

    Having emptied another bottle, Xiao Yun pulled a new one from his coat and took a drink. The way he downed that bitter, burning liquor without so much as a change in expression suggested he was quite the drinker.

    “The Blood Sea Fist Demon? What’s with that cringeworthy nickname?”

    “……”

    Hearing such words from a man over three hundred years old felt strange.

    Xiao Yun, who had been drinking, suddenly seemed to remember something.

    “Oh…! Are you talking about that big guy? I think his nickname had something with ‘Fist Demon’ in it…”

    “He’s at least a head taller than me. If I had to compare, he’s like… a bear of a man.”

    “Right. I remember now… Among the rising experts of the dark underworld, there was one with that nickname. He trained his external techniques to the extreme, reaching the state of being impenetrable to swords and blades. Why are you asking about him all of a sudden?”

    “The captain of my management team is the Blood Sea Fist Demon.”

    “…Is that true?”

    “I’m not certain if they’re the same person, but their publicly available information matches.”

    Xiao Yun fell into thought.

    If they had truly come from the same world, then for Xiao Yun, this was an opportunity to meet someone who could talk about his homeland.

    “Thanks. That’s valuable information.”

    “I’m glad if it helped. You should meet him sometime if you get the chance.”

    “I will. But… are you sure you don’t remember anything?”

    “Only fragmented pieces. Most of my memories are gone. Why do you ask?”

    “You must have noticed, but the wolf summoned by Captain Yato isn’t just an ordinary shikigami. It’s a being from another world, like me. Yet when it saw you, it tucked its tail and immediately submitted. Even now, it’s buried in your shadow.”

    As if in response, a tail flicked up from within his shadow.

    “Logically speaking, doesn’t it seem like you have some connection to it?”

    “It does seem that way… but I can’t be certain. Maybe we were connected in the past.”

    With a solemn look, Xiao Yun took another swig from his bottle before passing it to Taeseong.

    “You and I both have quite the fateful existence.”

    When Taeseong lifted the bottle to his lips, nothing came out.

    It was empty.

    “You old man…”

    Grinning, Xiao Yun pulled yet another bottle from his coat.

    “So when you hit three hundred, do you unlock the ability to conjure liquor from your pocket?”

    “Heh. Of course. Don’t underestimate the elderly.”

    Taeseong couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief.

    This time, they each held their bottles and lightly clinked them together.

    For two people who had once torn each other’s arms off, it was a surprisingly warm scene.

    Gulp. Gulp.

    Before he knew it, Taeseong’s face had begun to flush.

    Maybe it was the alcohol, but his thoughts started to wander.

    Though the conversation had been brief, he had gained a rough understanding of Xiao Yun’s past and what kept him going in this place.

    But Xiao Yun hadn’t called him here just to reminisce.

    The real discussion was about to begin.

    Xiao Yun was the first to speak.

    “My security clearance level is equal to my administrator level. In other words, I can access any classified documents below my rank without any special effort.”

    “……”

    “Even if those documents contain information about another administrator’s identity.”

    Taeseong asked,

    “So what’s your clearance level?”

    Xiao Yun gave him an incredulous look.

    “Wait… you seriously didn’t know my level until now?”

    “You never told me. How was I supposed to know?”

    “……”

    Sighing, Xiao Yun spoke in a low voice.

    “Beta.”

    He had expected some kind of reaction, but as usual, Taeseong simply nodded without much change in expression.

    “Anyway, I used my clearance to access the classified file containing your sister’s information.”

    “And?”

    “No. 4427. Japan Branch Administrator. Lee Sooah. Nationality: Korean. Clearance Level: Delta. Age: 17. Special designation…”

    Taking a slow breath, Xiao Yun continued.

    “Red-Level Threat.”

  • Struggle for Supremacy in the Demonic Path Chapter 3

    Crunch!

    Startled gasps echoed through the manor, even among the Seven Slaughterers of the Central Plains.

    As the doors shattered, the scene inside came into Yuwol’s view.

    There were five of the Seven killers present. They encircled the members of the Liu Merchant Guild, who were kneeling in the courtyard, as if ready to kill them.

    A fleeting moment of silence followed.

    Just as the third-ranked killer closest to Yuwol moved his lips to speak—

    Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

    A sharp gust of wind swept through.

    At that instant, all five killers collapsed simultaneously, their bodies flipping over as they hit the ground.

    They had died together, so their final screams blended into one.

    None of them knew how they had perished.

    Only after they fell did the hostages grasp what had happened.

    Tiny arrows, embedded precisely in the foreheads of the fallen assassins—each barely a quarter the size of a normal arrow.

    Yuwol now held an unusual weapon in his hand.

    It was a type of crossbow designed for rapid-fire, but its shape and size differed greatly from the ones commonly used by government forces or sects.

    It lacked the typical semi-circular metal draw mechanism, making it only half the size of a standard crossbow. But the most remarkable feature was the number of arrows loaded in its magazine.

    The most advanced repeating crossbows in the martial world, such as the Six-Shot Repeating Crossbow, could fire up to six bolts in succession.

    Yet, Yuwol’s crossbow held a staggering forty-eight bolts in its magazine.

    Faintly engraved on the side of the weapon was a single inscription:

    Flying Strike Bolt.

    It was the invention of Phantom God Demon, one of the Six Demon Lords of the Demon Cult, and the exclusive weapon of the Black Wind Brigade—the Flying Strike Bolt.

    The sound of a woman pierced the air as a door burst open.

    Second-ranked killer, Yi Sal entered using Lady Shim, the wife of Master Liu, as a human shield. He cowered behind her, pressing a blade to her throat.

    “You bastard! Move and this woman—”

    Swish!

    Before he could finish, an arrow struck Lady Shim’s left arm.

    “Aaah!”

    She screamed, clutching her arm. Her body instinctively recoiled from the blade, exposing Yi Sal’s face.

    Swish!

    Another merciless bolt sliced through the air.

    Yi Sal’s final thought—“This lunatic!”—remained in his throat as he collapsed. He had never imagined that his opponent would shoot the hostage without hesitation.

    In mere moments, six assassins had fallen.

    As Yi Sal crumpled backward, an arrow embedded in his forehead, the only sound left in the room was the ragged breathing of Il Sal, the last survivor.

    “If you come in… I’ll kill every—”

    Yuwol was already inside.

    Swish!

    A short, strangled cry was all Il Sal could manage before silence consumed the room.

    With the final assassin dead, the battle was over.

    From outside, Zheng Ji and the sub-branch warriors cautiously stepped in, their jaws hanging open.

    They alternated between staring at Yuwol and the corpses of the Seven Killers.

    “Wait… it’s already over?”

    To Zheng Ji, it had all happened in the blink of an eye. Not a single casualty, aside from Lady Shim’s injured arm.

    Yuwol motioned for Zheng Ji to take the hostages outside.

    The moment the order was given, the warriors swiftly moved to clear the area. Master Yu, his shaken wife, and their household members were escorted out.

    Once they had all left, Yuwol spoke in a low voice.

    “You’re done hiding, aren’t you?”

    His chilling voice drifted over the corpse of Yi Sal and reached the rooftop.

    Rustle.

    An old man appeared atop the roof. His frail frame was hunched, his long, sickly-green nails glistening ominously.

    “Impressive, truly impressive!”

    The voice grated on the ears, matching his disturbing appearance.

    He was none other than Poison Claw Elder, a rogue martial artist infamous throughout the martial world.

    Though he followed the ways of the Dark Path, he did not belong to the Dark Alliance. He lived by his own rules, having killed many Dark Alliance experts over the years.

    Yu Wol’s voice remained calm.

    “Was this your doing?”

    Poison Claw Elder smirked as if it were obvious.

    “We’re both professionals. No need for dramatics.”

    He clicked his tongue at the corpses of the Seven Killers.

    “Those kids just wanted to survive… What a shame.”

    But despite his words, there was amusement in his expression.

    Yuwol gazed up at him lazily.

    “I’m busy. Get to the point.”

    The old man’s grin widened.

    “Seven Strikes Abyss… the martial world sings your name, yet you remain elusive. I didn’t want to climb all the way to Great Heaven Mountain just to find you.”

    “So you started this mess?”

    “Exactly. What? Feeling guilty over the lives lost because of you?”

    Yuwol let out a dry chuckle.

    Poison Claw Elder’s grin grew as he continued.

    “I told them I’d go find you myself, but they tried to stop me. That only made me more curious. So how about this? Just give me a taste of your Seven Strikes, and I’ll leave quietly. Don’t worry, I won’t spread rumors if you fail to kill me within seven moves. I know how important reputation is for someone bound to an organization—”

    He never finished his sentence.

    Swoosh.

    Yuwol had already closed the distance, his figure flickering forward in an instant.

    Poison Claw Elder reflexively lashed out with his right claw. He had no time to think—no time to utter even a single curse.

    Yuwol’s speed defied imagination.

    The old man’s deadly claws, which had stripped flesh from countless victims, slashed through empty air.

    Crack!

    A sickening crunch filled the night.

    “Urgh!”

    Yuwol had caught Poison Claw Elder’s right arm under his armpit and snapped it cleanly.

    Without hesitation, he seized the old man’s throat and leapt down.

    Thud!

    Poison Claw Elder crashed to the ground like a discarded rag doll.

    Yu Wol stomped on his chest.

    Crunch!

    Three, maybe four ribs shattered instantly.

    “Guh…”

    Poison Claw Elder had so much to say—praise, curses, regrets—but all that came out was a gurgle of blood. His arrogance had cost him dearly.

    As Yuwol pressed his foot harder against the old man’s chest, his gaze swept over the five decapitated bodies of the Liu Merchant Guild members.

    “You caused five deaths.”

    Poison Claw Elder’s eyes trembled.

    Yuwol now aimed the Flying Strike Bolt at his face.

    The old man’s desperate, pleading gaze met Yuwol’s unreadable eyes.

    A smirk curled Yuwol’s lips.

    “We’re both professionals. No need for dramatics.”

    Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

    Five bolts pierced Poison Claw Elder’s face.


    Chapter 2: Register of the Dead

    Half an hour later, Yuwol sat in a marketplace twenty li (10 km) away, enjoying a bowl of noodles.

    An old man ran a cart stand, his silver hair as thick with wrinkles as the deep flavors in his soup.

    Across from Yuwol, the old man fanned himself idly.

    After Yuwol slurped down the last of the soup, the old man finally spoke.

    “It’s been a while.”

    “I’ve been busy.”

    Yuwol’s response was curt. His Seven Strikes Abyss Sword was wrapped in white cloth, and his bamboo hat hung on his back like a shield.

    Unbothered by Yuwol’s bluntness, the old man chuckled.

    “I figured as much. That’s why I came all the way here. You on a job?”

    Yuwol nodded.

    “I need to get moving soon.”

    “You should be busy. It’s good to be busy when you’re young.”

    The old man began fanning himself more quickly.

    “It’s already getting hot.”

    “Still no news?”

    The old man smacked his lips and shook his head.

    “It’s embarrassing to even say there’s no news anymore.”

    A flicker of disappointment crossed Yuwol’s cold gaze.

    The old man was an information broker, a retired veteran of Tong-eui-mun, a renowned intelligence organization in the martial world. He had taken up selling information as a pastime to earn some pocket money, and it was five years ago that he first crossed paths with Yuwol.

    What Yuwol had asked him to investigate was a particular martial art.

    Five Coloured Blood Hand.

    “The martial art you’re looking for hasn’t been used even once in the past ten years. Are you sure such a technique even exists?”

    Yuwol silently nodded and pulled out a pouch of money, placing it in front of the old man.

    “Well, I suppose it’s just a job for me as long as I get paid.”

    Sighing, the old man accepted the pouch and added with a weary tone,

    “I’ve spent my entire life digging up information, but I’ve never run into something this frustrating before.”

    Just as Yuwol was about to stand up, he noticed two children watching him from a distance. A boy in tattered clothes and a girl who seemed a little younger. Their identical eyes and facial structure made it obvious they were siblings.

    To be precise, it wasn’t Yuwol himself that had caught their attention—it was the bowl of noodles sitting in front of him. They licked their lips and swallowed repeatedly, unable to hide their hunger.

    When their eyes met Yuwol’s, the children flinched. It was because of his sharp features and the scars on his face.

    Without a word, Yuwol placed a few coins on the cart’s counter.

    “You kids are lucky today.”

    The old man gestured for them to come closer. Hesitantly, they approached.

    The old man brought over the small stool he had been sitting on and sat the girl down.

    “Thank you.”

    The boy bowed politely to Yuwol.

    “I will repay this kindness someday.”

    It seemed he was afraid Yuwol might see them as mere beggars.

    As he stole glances at Yuwol, his gaze lingered on the sword strapped to his back. Summoning his courage, the boy finally spoke.

    “Mister, when I grow up, I want to be a warrior like you.”

    “I’m not a warrior.”

    Yuwol’s blunt response didn’t deter the boy.

    “No, you are. My late father told me that a true warrior is someone who doesn’t ignore others in need. To me, you are a warrior.”

    A faint smile formed on Yuwol’s lips. It didn’t suit him at all—so much so that the contrast made it strangely captivating.

    “You brat, you’ll starve before that happens.”

    The old man chuckled, setting down two bowls of noodles.

    The children eagerly began eating, shoveling the food into their mouths.

    The boy gently patted his sister’s head and spoke kindly,

    “Eat slowly.”

    “Mhm. This is really good.”

    “I’ll buy you plenty of it when I start earning money.”

    “Really?”

    Despite his ragged appearance, he tried to act like a dependable older brother.

    Yuwol’s gaze deepened as he watched them. A sorrowful longing flashed through his eyes.

    A distant memory echoed in his heart.

    “Big brother, I love you the most in the whole world.”

    The children had no idea what it meant to survive in the martial world. Especially not while taking care of a little girl.

    They didn’t know how many predators lurked in the alleys, preying on orphans. If they kept wandering the streets like this, it was only a matter of time before the boy was sold off as a laborer on a fishing boat and the girl ended up in a brothel.

    But for now, they were happy. At least, they hadn’t been separated yet. At least, they hadn’t experienced the pain of losing each other.

    Clang.

    Yuwol clutched his chest. A dull ache spread through him, and his demonic energy threatened to surge.

    With a silent nod to the old man, he turned away from the cart.

    The children were too absorbed in eating to notice his departure.

    A short distance away, a man had been waiting for him. Seo wong, a member of the Black Wind Squad’s First Division.

    When Yuwol approached, Seo wong bowed politely.

    “You’ve arrived.”

    “Where is it?”

    “The Wu Manor. It’s not far from here.”

    “And Chief Jin?”

    “He infiltrated first. The auction will begin in half a shichen (1 hour).”

    Seo wong took out a piece of paper and a wooden pass, handing them over.

    “Here is the necessary information and an entry token. The original attendee has already been taken care of.”

    Yuwol glanced over the paper before pocketing the pass.

    Seo Ung added a few more details.

    “The original owner of Wu Manor retired and moved away recently, leaving the estate empty. It seems the culprits are using it without permission. So far, we’ve confirmed that at least ten people have entered.”

    Yuwol gave a silent nod.

    At that moment, he recalled the warning Sa Dobin had given him before he left the mountain.

    “If you pull the line, a monster might surface. Be careful.”

    That brief statement carried a heavy meaning.

    For the past six months, Sa Dobin had painstakingly set the bait, cleared out distractions, and patiently lured in his target. Now, the fish had bitten, and it was time to reel it in.

    He had personally requested Yuwol to handle the matter—discreetly. That alone showed how difficult and sensitive this task was.

    As Yuwol took a few steps, he glanced back at the cart. The children were still engrossed in their meal. The boy was transferring some of his noodles to his sister’s bowl.

    A flicker of emotion crossed Yuwol’s gaze.

    It was rare to see him hesitate, and Seo wong swallowed nervously as he watched.

    Still staring at the children, Yuwol asked,

    “Who’s in charge of this district’s branch?”

    “The Wolf Blade, Zheng Ji.”

    “Tell him to look after those kids.”

    “…Pardon?”

    “Repeat my words exactly. If he tries to recruit them into the cult or lays a hand on the girl, I’ll grind him into dust. Just keep an eye on them until they grow up. I’ll cover the costs and repay the favor personally.”

    Knowing Yuwol’s temperament, Seo wong didn’t question him.

    “Understood.”

    With a firm response, Seo wong turned and walked toward the children.

    Yuwol pulled his bamboo hat low over his face and took the opposite path.

    With each step, the warmth in his gaze faded, replaced by the familiar icy sharpness.

    His destination was Wu Manor—where the real work was about to begin.

  • I Am the Only Tower Master Chapter 11

    Fwoooosh!

    Fireballs flew in from three directions.

    I swiftly calculated their trajectories and deployed a remote shield to block them.

    [Magic Power has increased by 1.]

    Taking advantage of this moment, Baphomet prepared to construct a magic circle, but no chance.

    I quickly fired a mana arrow to disrupt it, and in turn, shattered the magic circle it had started forming.

    [Accelerated Casting Trait has reached Lv.3.]

    [Mana Arrow Proficiency has reached 100%.]

    “Good! Good! Good!”

    The more the battle continued, the more familiar I became with Baphomet’s patterns, and the stronger I grew.

    Though the wound on my shoulder ached, the only thing dominating my mind was the sheer pleasure of growing stronger.

    Drenched in exhilaration, I shouted,

    “Is that all the patterns you’ve got? Come on, try something new, Boss!”

    Thwack!

    Even as I spoke, my mana arrow pierced Baphomet’s thigh.

    By now, the creature must have been feeling the pressure.

    The challenger it had been overwhelming at first was growing, and growing, until I was nearly at its level.

    However, my condition wasn’t exactly ideal either.

    My mental focus was at its peak, but my physical stamina was failing to keep up.

    Relying on unlimited mana, I had been recklessly throwing out spells, and the fatigue was accumulating.

    More importantly, I had yet to land a decisive blow on Baphomet, which was starting to make me anxious.

    ‘I need to stay calm, especially at times like this.’

    An opportunity would surely come. I just had to keep pressuring it and force an opening.

    One solid hit from my gauntlet, and I could turn the tide.

    I maintained my focus and continued deploying magic circles.

    As the fierce battle between mages raged on, Baphomet suddenly raised its glaive and slammed it into the ground with a thunderous crash.

    This was a new pattern. What the hell was it doing?

    Wuuuuuuuuu!

    The orb at the tip of its glaive glowed brightly, and a massive magic circle spread across the floor.

    Green magical spheres began forming around it, flickering ominously.

    Sensing danger, I quickly deployed a remote shield, but before I could fully grasp what was happening, the completed magic spheres shot toward me.

    ‘…Huh?’

    For a moment, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

    The spheres weren’t flying in straight lines.

    They spun wildly, zigzagged unpredictably, and twisted erratically through the air.

    There was no way to read their trajectories.

    Even though my shield was up, the spheres seemed to mock it, curving in bizarre paths to bypass the defense.

    “…Tch!”

    BOOOOOM!

    BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

    A series of massive explosions reduced the battlefield to rubble.

    I barely avoided a direct hit, but the shockwaves sent my body flying, slamming me hard against the ground.

    Every bone in my body screamed in agony.

    “Urgh!”

    The impact left me struggling to move.

    Lifting my head with difficulty, I saw Baphomet already preparing its next spell.

    ‘Move fast!’

    If Cube had taught me anything, it was that defense alone wouldn’t win battles.

    I fired a mana arrow remotely, aiming for the magic circle on Baphomet’s glaive.

    Swish!

    But before it could hit, Baphomet lunged forward, extending its claw-like fingers, which had grown as long as swords, and slashed my arrow out of the air.

    …That was supposed to be a surprise attack, and it still blocked it?

    I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but I could swear I saw the corners of Baphomet’s mouth curl into a grin.

    Fwoooosh!

    Meanwhile, more green spheres were forming and swelling rapidly around the glaive.

    Based on my experience, these things packed a serious punch.

    One direct hit, and it was over.

    Even if I managed to avoid them this time, my stamina would be drained to its limit, and if this pattern kept repeating, I would inevitably lose.

    How the hell was I supposed to beat a monster like this with just the three basic spells?

    Desperately searching for a solution, my gaze naturally landed on the magic circle surrounding the glaive.

    And suddenly, my mind snapped into focus.

    …Wait a minute.

    Couldn’t I copy that?

    As my brain raced at full speed, Baphomet’s completed magic spheres launched, their erratic trajectories making them nearly impossible to track.

    I gritted my teeth and threw myself aside.

    BOOM! BOOM!

    BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

    The battlefield was devastated once more.

    Baphomet watched the rising smoke with satisfaction and began casting another spell.

    Like hell I’d let it.

    Swoosh!

    My mana arrow shot through the lingering smoke, flying straight toward Baphomet.

    Once again, it swung its elongated claws to deflect the attack.

    But—

    Shiiiiiik!

    The trajectory of my mana arrow twisted unnaturally midair, spiraling wildly.

    Baphomet’s claws slashed nothing but empty space.

    And in that moment—

    Thud!

    The arrow embedded itself right in the center of the magic circle on the glaive.

    “This is how it’s done, right?”

    As the smoke cleared, I stood there, battered and tattered, with one arm stretched forward, smirking.

    Baphomet’s eyes widened in shock.

    It attempted to activate its magic circle again, but all it produced were harmless sparks.

    “Of course, it won’t work. I severed the equation leading from the runic inscription.”

    Slowly, I pushed myself up.

    When I first saw that magic circle, I was completely awestruck.

    Deliberately overloading the output rune to induce an instability, making the projectile’s trajectory unreadable?

    Even though I had studied magic, this felt like glimpsing an entirely new world.

    “Seriously, thanks. Seeing your magic circle opened my eyes.”

    I had no idea if Baphomet could understand me, but I couldn’t help saying it.

    I spread my right hand.

    Vwoom!

    The base formed.

    The field was drawn.

    Runes inscribed themselves, wrapping in intricate equations.

    Like blood flowing through veins, mana coursed through the magic circle, creating a living system.

    This was my first original magic circle.

    Swoosh!

    A mana arrow fired from the newly formed magic circle, spinning so violently its trajectory became impossible to read.

    Baphomet desperately swung its claws, but the twisting arrow effortlessly evaded them.

    And then—

    Smash!

    It struck dead center in the magic circle.

    Crack!

    Baphomet’s magic circle shattered into countless fragments.

    And then, notifications appeared before me.

    [You have created your own original magic circle.]

    [Magic Power has increased by 5.]

    [Intelligence has increased by 2.]

    I activated my Sage’s Eye to examine my creation.

    [Spin Guide Arrow <Kim Yushin’s Original>]

    Magic Circle Value: C+
    Process: 2-step
    Type: Output-Based
    Special Effects:

    • Homing Function
    • Output Overload
      Understanding: 45
      Sustainability: 12
      Operation Efficiency: 97
      Output: 140

    For the first time, I created my own magic.

    I remember the first time I drew a magic circle after reading The Fundamentals of Magic. I was surprised at how perfectly it matched the one in the book.

    It turned out that this was the true power of the Sage’s Eye.

    The ability to copy magic.

    The power to replicate it exactly as it is.

    However, with my current level, it was impossible to fully understand Baphomet’s magic circle.

    Simply copying it wasn’t enough—I couldn’t reproduce a spell without grasping its fundamental principles. So instead, I extracted only the necessary parts and applied them to Mana Arrow, my only usable long-range attack spell.

    A level beyond mere copying—reinterpretation.

    Reaching this point was the key to winning this boss fight.

    “It’s too soon to be surprised.”

    I immediately drew the next magic circle.

    I suspended a magic circle in midair and then sketched about 10% of the Spin Guide Arrow magic circle behind it.

    As soon as I activated the central magic circle—

    Wooong! Wooong! Wooong! Wooong! Wooong!

    Five Spin Guide Arrow magic circles began unfolding as if they were being copied.

    “This time, since your magic circle was too complicated, I put in more of my own ideas.”

    First, I laid down a magic circle using the Rune of Linkage as the main structure. Then, I positioned five Guide Arrow magic circles around it, each only 10% complete.

    Once I activated the Rune of Linkage, I could simultaneously complete the five magic circles in sync.

    Normally, when casting multiple spells at once, the number of formulas increases exponentially.

    But with the Sage’s Eye and my copying ability, drawing along with both hands was about as difficult as following a trace line.

    That’s why this was a true original magic—something only I could use.

    “Here it comes.”

    Shuak!

    Five Spin Guide Arrows scattered in all directions, swinging in erratic trajectories across the air.

    Baphomet, in shock, swung its claws wildly—

    Thud!

    One struck its chest.

    Thud!

    Another hit its thigh.

    Then its waist, and its elbow—

    Of the five, Baphomet barely managed to deflect one, but the rest found their mark. Blood gushed from its body as it slumped against the altar.

    “…Thank you.”

    I slowly walked toward the fallen boss.

    “For giving me such a great formula.”

    [You have created your own original magic circle.]

    [Analysis Trait has reached Lv.2.]

    [Magic Power has increased by 5.]

    [Focus has increased by 2.]

    [You have perfectly understood the test designer’s intent.]

    Copy Magical Position

    • Magic Circle Value: C+
    • Process Complexity: 2-stage
    • Category: Output-Type
    • Special Effect: Multi-Copy Function
    • Understanding: 68
    • Sustainability: 55
    • Operation Efficiency: 127
    • Output: 12

    Now, I finally understood the intent of the test designer—the former master of the Magic Tower.

    The rules of this trial were as follows:

    [Trial Rule Applied – All currently possessed magic, except for the three basic spells, is sealed.]

    At first, I thought this meant I could only use the three basic spells.

    But that wasn’t it.

    Only the magic I had before entering the trial was sealed. Any new magic I created within the trial could be freely used.

    This wasn’t just a lesson in going back to basics—it was a challenge to innovate and develop new magic inspired by the trial itself.

    —KIIIIIEEEK!

    Baphomet let out a final shriek and charged with its remaining strength.

    <Gauntlet>

    I summoned the Gauntlet magic circle, overlaying it onto both hands.

    Baphomet swung its weakened spiked glaive, but I easily blocked it with my left arm.

    Then—

    I raised my right fist.

    Ssshh…!

    I exhaled the breath I had been holding and—

    A full-force straight punch!

    BANG!

    Sparks of blue fire exploded in all directions as Baphomet’s body was sent flying.

    Crash!

    It slammed into the wall with a deafening impact, then crumpled to the ground.

    Huff… Huff… Should I go finish it off?

    Contrary to my worries, Baphomet didn’t move again.

    Soon, its body began to disintegrate, scattering into dust and vanishing into the air.

    [Congratulations! You have cleared the Boss Room.]

    [Magic Tower’s 2nd Floor, The Grand Archive, has been unlocked.]

    [You have acquired some traits of the Grand Archive Scribe.]

    “…Finally.”

    I had finally unlocked the second floor of the Magic Tower with my own strength!

    As the system messages announcing the trial’s completion appeared, a weird sensation overtook my body.

    For a moment, my vision went black—

    Then the scene changed in an instant.

    Before I knew it, I was back inside the Magic Tower.

    Lifting my head, I saw that the spatial distortion blocking the path to the second floor had vanished.

    Instead, a door leading upward now stood open.

    I did it.

    Only after seeing the door did the reality of it sink in.

    A wave of indescribable accomplishment washed over me—

    But it lasted only a moment.

    As the tension left my body, exhaustion came crashing down like a tidal wave.

    …I’ll check out the second floor later.

    And with that, I collapsed on the spot, losing consciousness.


    Name: Kim Yushin
    Unique Ability: Sage’s Eye
    Personal Traits:

    • Child of Mana Lv.2
    • Master of the Magic Tower Lv.10
    • Magical Engineering Lv.10
    • Spell Lord Lv.10
    • Over-Immersion Lv.7
    • Potion Crafting Lv.5
    • Accelerated Casting Lv.3
    • Multi-Casting Lv.3
    • Analysis Lv.2

    Basic Stats:

    • Magic Power: 99
    • Agility: 12
    • Strength: 7
    • Endurance: 7

    Special Stats:

    • Focus: 12
    • Intelligence: 6
    • Willpower: 3
    • Perseverance: 2

    Total Stats: 148

    New Traits:

    • Remote Casting Lv.1 (New!)
    • Information Processing Lv.5 (New!)
  • About a Dating Sim Where Dating Is Impossible Chapter 100

    People fear the night because of its darkness.

    Throughout their brief lives, whenever they lifted their heads to gaze at the night sky, the shadows stretching in all directions evoked a primal fear.

    Perhaps sleepiness itself was a learned response—a helplessness ingrained by the knowledge that one could not fend off predators in the dark.

    In his younger years, when his mind was cluttered with restless thoughts, Adrianos would reach not for books and ink, but for a drink.

    But tonight, the night sky looked different.

    The Milky Way flowed like a great river, stars scattered densely across the heavens, and the moon stood at the center, casting a quiet, gentle glow over the world.

    Had there always been so much he had failed to see?

    The night he had thought to be nothing but darkness was, in fact, filled with countless lights—lights that no shadow, no matter how deep, could entirely conceal.

    To say he simply hadn’t noticed them before would be an understatement.

    They had always been there.

    And so, Adrianos slowly nodded, unable to deny the truth any longer.

    He had been so caught up in excuses—so consumed by the belief that failure was inevitable—that he had failed to see what was truly important.

    Even as ruin loomed ever closer, there were still those who refused to abandon hope, those who held on to the possibility of salvation.

    Those who had waited, yearning for someone to rise again.

    Their light, though faint, was steadfast enough to illuminate even the night sky.

    And yet, time and time again, those who had suffered countless defeats lost faith in their own light.

    That was why this was the darkest of times.

    A nation that had lost trust in itself after centuries of decline.

    Disasters that struck in succession, as if to signal divine abandonment.

    As if that were not enough, civil wars raged endlessly, each faction turning its blade against the other for the sake of a throne atop barren land.

    It was no wonder people could no longer believe.

    For centuries, the empire had been crumbling, and in that time, it had failed to protect those it should have.

    The will to preserve it had shattered, worn down by repeated invasions and internal fights.

    The empire was sinking.

    Until the prince appeared.

    While everyone else claimed this was divine judgment, he alone called it a trial.

    A burden heavier than anything else—the duty to preserve an empire—had been placed upon his young shoulders.

    The final light, left to burn by the heavens themselves.

    A solitary beacon in the darkness, standing alone in the darkest hour.

    Even if one could not see it with their own eyes, such a brilliant radiance could never truly be hidden.

    That was why, before the sound of approaching footsteps even reached him, Adrianos already knew who it was.

    “I’m relieved to see that you seem well, Your Highness.”

    “Adrianos…”

    The same frozen expression as always.

    The prince had always carried himself as if he felt nothing at all.

    But Adrianos, who had devoted himself to his liege for so long, held a quiet certainty.

    Right now, those unshakable eyes must be trembling, if only slightly.

    And as he turned, there it was—

    The steadfast prince, wavering for the first time.

    Perhaps unwilling to reveal even that moment of weakness, the prince slowly closed his eyes.

    “I’ve done nothing but demand sacrifice. Last time, this time… and the next time, too, I suppose.”

    It wasn’t just this war.

    How many had died by his unspoken orders?

    How many had been sacrificed, despite their innocence, under the banner of preserving the empire?

    Yet at the same time, he had longed for a world where people would break free from the empire’s grasp and embrace the prosperity of the changing era.

    “When will this end?

    Even I am beginning to waver, and now, you too are leaving me.”

    “My sacrifice was inevitable the moment I swore my loyalty to Your Highness.”

    “Even so, I refuse to become the kind of fool who accepts sacrifice as a matter of course.”

    He had wrestled with this countless times.

    To speak or to remain silent.

    But if he could not even be honest with someone willing to die for him, then who could he ever confide in?

    The prince opened his eyes, taking in Adrianos’ determined figure.

    The kind of unwavering resolve found only in those who had made peace with death.

    Then, as if offering a response to such conviction, the prince made his decision.

    “Adrianos, as a response to your devotion, I will now reveal to you what I have kept silent until now.”

    That single sentence was the beginning.

    The prince, who had never confided in anyone, no matter how close, began to speak—one truth after another.

    Why he had refused to let Thomas of Epirus join the battle.

    Why he had not forced a decisive confrontation against Murad.

    Why he had stalled for time, and for what purpose.

    Everything.

    Not a single detail was withheld.

    Hearing the full extent of these plans, Adrianos could not hide the tremors that overtook his body.

    Tears welled in his eyes as the certainty he had clung to was finally proven right.

    Yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder—why had the prince chosen to reveal all this to him now, when no one else had known?

    “Your Highness, why are you telling me this?

    If it is so important, should you not guard it even more closely?”

    “Haven’t I already told you?

    This is my answer to the devotion you have shown me.”

    At Adrianos’ question, the prince clenched his jaw.

    If only he had wielded more power, perhaps such bitter sacrifices would not have been necessary.

    If only he had uncovered the truth sooner, perhaps so many lives would not have been lost.

    He loathed his own helplessness.

    And yet, for someone like him, this was the only form of compensation he could offer Adrianos.

    “I have driven you into the jaws of death because of my own powerlessness.

    But I will not let you die in despair, in resignation, or in fear.”

    “Your Highness…”

    “For now, take this.

    It is all I have to give you.”

    Adrianos opened his mouth to speak but soon fell silent.

    The warmth trailing down his cheeks—whose tears were they?

    Instead of saying what he had intended, he spoke different words.

    “In that case, Your Highness, I ask you to grant me one final request.”

    “Anything.”

    “May I call you Your Majesty?”

    A reverent silence followed.

    And then—

    “…I am still but a prince, not yet crowned. But I swear this—one day, I will become emperor, for you and for those who follow us.”

    “That was all I wished to hear.”

    There were no soldiers to cheer—only the rustling of leaves, stirred by the wind.

    The heavens, adorned with countless stained-glass stars, and the silver flames of the sacred torches offered their silent blessing.

    Like blessed oil, more radiant than any luxurious coronation, light spilled over the prince’s head.

    The humblest coronation in history.

    And yet, the most sacred.

    Without a moment’s hesitation, Adrianos called out to his emperor.

    “Your Majesty.”


    TL : Hey everyone, thank you for reading this far. I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey so far. We have completed 25 percent of the story with 100 chapters, meaning there are still 300 more chapters to come. I will be taking a break from this novel for a week. In the meantime, I hope you review this novel on Novel Updates.

  • Struggle for Supremacy in the Demonic Path Chapter 2

    Before long, Bi Unseong spoke calmly.

    “If you move, I must move. If I move, the whole Jianghu moves. And if, by some stroke of bad luck, the Jianghu goes mad and starts rampaging, no one will be able to stop it. In the end, the only way to put it to rest will be to feed it the blood of the Jianghu until its belly bursts.”

    Bi seol bit her lip lightly.

    The words ‘So I have to live trapped here forever?’ lingered in her mouth, but she couldn’t bring herself to say them.

    She knew what her father meant.

    But… but still…

    She had been born the daughter of a Jianghu warrior. Whether she liked it or not, she had learned martial arts and grown up as one of the Jianghu.

    Unfortunately, her world within the Jianghu had always been limited.

    A world where everyone was courteous, where everyone was careful.

    Even the most terrifying demonic masters, whom the Jianghu feared to even meet eyes with, would smile at her and show her respect. No matter what she did, everything was forgiven, and no one ever treated her honestly.

    That was her Jianghu.

    She longed to be free.

    Her gaze trembled slightly as she looked at Bi Unseong staring silently at the river. The thought that she had troubled her father over something impossible left a stinging pain in her heart.

    Father… I’m sorry.

    As she pondered how to end the conversation, she buried her guilt deep in her heart and pushed forward in her own way.

    “I’m going to turn rebellious!”

    Covering her face like a tragic heroine, Bi seol ran off somewhere. Of course, each step she took was a blend of exaggerated playfulness and genuine sorrow.

    How much time had passed since she left?

    Still staring silently at the river, Bi Unseong finally spoke in a low voice.

    “Summon the Fourth Strategist.”

    A reply echoed from the void.

    “Yes.”

    About a quarter of an hour later, the Chief Military Strategist of the Demonic Cult, Sa Dobin, arrived. Despite being in his forties, his clean appearance and youthful impression made him seem much younger.

    “You called for me?”

    Bi Unseong let out a sigh and dramatically raised both hands.

    “I’ve lost.”

    Sa Dobin looked puzzled, prompting Bi Unseong to elaborate.

    “Our Lady Bi seol has declared her independence.”

    At last, a smile tugged at the corner of Sa Dobin’s lips.

    Bi Unseong turned his gaze back to the river.

    “I suppose I’ll have to let her get some fresh air this time.”

    Sa Dobin fell into brief contemplation. Though he was one of the greatest minds in the Demonic Cult, he always made careful judgments—even if it was a decision made by the Heavenly Demon himself. It was precisely this open and serious approach that allowed him to uphold his weighty position as the Chief Military Strategist.

    Soon, Sa Dobin spoke.

    “You’ve made a wise decision. Sooner or later, this was something she had to experience.”

    He added one more thing.

    “Bi seol is much more thoughtful than she appears. There shouldn’t be any major issues.”

    “That’s what worries me even more. If she were just a reckless child, I’d have fewer concerns.”

    The real trouble was just beginning.

    “She says she wants to earn her own money.”

    “Hahaha.”

    Sa Dobin laughed heartily. Given Bi seol’s usual mischievous antics and outlandish ideas, it was hardly surprising. The thought of the Demonic Cult Leader’s daughter descending into the mundane world to make money was simply absurd.

    “Hm… Once she’s down there, she’ll be running wild in her pursuit of wealth. Where would be best?”

    After a moment of thought, Sa Dobin answered decisively.

    “There are two places that come to mind. First, Guizhou. We hold eighty percent of the power there, and neither the Justice Alliance nor the Dark Alliance has much influence. No matter what trouble she causes, we can clean it up easily. It’s a very safe option.”

    Bi Unseong nodded silently.

    Strangely, even the assurance of safety didn’t make him look entirely satisfied.

    Sa Dobin continued.

    “The second option is Gansu. This is where both our sect and the Heretical Alliance have the weakest presence. The area is primarily controlled by the Gongtong Sect, but external forces such as the Tang Clan, Xinjiang, and Qinghai are all eyeing it, hoping to establish a foothold. Furthermore, mid-sized sects like the Hundred Flowers Clan and the Myriad Beasts Sect have a strong influence there. Compared to Guizhou, it will be at least ten times harder for her to settle down.”

    “And yet, you’re recommending Gansu?”

    “If you’re truly sending Bi seol down to experience the Jianghu properly, I assume you’d want her to face real challenges. That is, of course, under the condition that someone absolutely trustworthy accompanies her to ensure her safety.”

    “Hahaha.”

    Bi Unseong burst into a hearty laugh, and Sa Dobin felt inwardly satisfied.

    For a strategist, the greatest joy was reading their lord’s heart correctly.

    “Then who should I send with her?”

    Bi Unseong’s concern brought a slight smile to Sa Dobin’s face.

    This was about his precious daughter, Biseol. No doubt, Bi Unseong had already made up his mind about whom to send. Sa Dobin had a good idea of who that person was. There was only one individual who had earned the Heavenly Demon’s absolute trust in recent times.

    Even so, Sa Dobin feigned ignorance and tossed out a different name.

    “The Fist Demon is due to descend soon.”

    “He drinks too much. No.”

    “Then the Demon Sword…”

    “He’s too bloodthirsty. He’d be a disaster waiting to happen… No.”

    “The Phantom God Demon?”

    “Just between us… don’t you think he’s a bit too stiff?”

    As Sa Dobin prepared to suggest another name, Bi Unseong raised a hand to stop him.

    “Enough of this game.”

    Sa Dobin smiled as he bowed respectfully.

    “My apologies. I will summon the Black Wind Commander immediately upon his return.”

    “He’s away?”

    “Yes. He’s on a mission.”

    “Tough work in this heat.”

    Bi Unseong looked up at the sky, his expression turning serious.

    “If I send Biseol down… will they make a move?”

    Sa Dobin’s gaze followed the Heavenly Demon’s to the drifting clouds.

    After a brief silence, he answered calmly.

    “They have already begun moving.”

    “I see.”

    With that, Bi Unseong fell silent, and Sa Dobin bowed respectfully before taking his leave.

    “Then, I shall take my leave.”

    “Good work.”

    Even after Sa Dobin departed, Bi Unseong remained still, watching the river in silence.

    Then, a voice came from the void. It was Yun Maksoo , the Red Tiger Division Commander.

    “What is it about the Black Wind Commander that you find so appealing?”

    “For one, he’s gentle. When I look at him, I remember my younger days. And his name—Yuwol. After dealing with nothing but brutal men, even his name sounds pleasant.”

    Yun Maksoo cautiously spoke.

    “May I say something?”

    Bi Unseong coldly refused.

    “Don’t.”

    He already knew what Yun Maksoo was about to say. Lately, there had been murmurs that he was showing too much favor to the Black Wind Commander.

    “…My apologies for speaking out of turn.”

    Bi Unseong called his name warmly.

    “Maksoo.”

    He rarely used such a familiar tone, only when speaking sincerely.

    “Yes.”

    “Among the Demon Lords, the strongest is the Demon Sword, right? If he and that kid fought, who do you think would win?”

    “Probably the Demon Sword. He’s relentless.”

    “But if you had to bet your life on the outcome… where would you place your life?”

    “……”

    “If the Cult were destroyed and you had to escape first, who would you entrust your family to?”

    “……”

    “If you were dying… who would you want by your side?”

    “……”

    “…So let them have some favour. And tell those envious bastards to shut up.”


    Near Heishan, Guangxi Province

    The front gate of the Liu Family Manor creaked open halfway.

    Through the narrow gap, a hand suddenly thrust out, dropping something outside.

    Thud.

    It was the severed head of a young man, his eyes rolled back in death.

    As the gate closed again, one of the black-clad warriors swiftly retrieved the head and stepped back.

    The scene was grim—martial artists dressed in dark uniforms surrounded the Liu Family Manor’s walls, while twenty corpses, clearly their fallen comrades, lay neatly lined up to the side.

    The severed head was handed to Zheng Ji, the head of the Heishan Branch of the Demonic Cult.

    Zheng Ji’s expression twisted as he examined it.

    “Who is it this time?”

    Before the man delivering the head could respond, a middle-aged woman rushed forward, grabbed the lifeless head, and wailed in grief.

    “Oh no! Jombok, my son! How could you die like this? What cruel fate is this? Jombok—!”

    Her cries echoed through the tense air. Two warriors gently pulled her aside.

    Li Yan, the deputy leader of the branch, leaned in and whispered to Zheng Ji.

    “We must go in now, even if it means taking risks. Four hostages have already been killed.”

    Zheng Ji shook his head firmly.

    “No! Even if it means abandoning Master Liu, I will not allow any more of our people to die.”

    Earlier that morning, twenty of their warriors had entered the manor to suppress the intruders, only to be slaughtered.

    Li Yan sighed, understanding Zheng Ji’s reluctance. Even if they launched a full-scale attack, there was no guarantee they could defeat the enemy.

    Zheng Ji’s voice rose in frustration.

    “Why the hell are those lunatics looking for the Black Wind Lord? If they want to die, they should go find him themselves instead of causing havoc in my territory!”

    The crisis had begun with what seemed like an insignificant report that morning.

    The message stated that intruders had stormed the home of Master Liu, the head of the Liu Trading Company—one of the Heishan Branch’s primary financial backers—and taken hostages.

    At the time, Zheng Ji hadn’t been too concerned.

    He assumed it was the work of ignorant rogue martial artists who had no idea that the Demonic Cult was backing the Liu Trading Company.

    So, he sent twenty men with a simple order—slaughter those bastards and bury them.

    But just half an hour later, a new report arrived.

    A thunderbolt from a clear sky—his twenty warriors had been annihilated.

    After gathering the remaining forces and rushing to the scene, Zheng Ji had confirmed three key facts.

    First, their enemy was the notorious Seven Killers of Chongqing, infamous figures in the martial world. While they had a fearsome reputation, Zheng Ji couldn’t understand why they had chosen now, of all times, to launch an attack, as if they had bet their lives in a drunken wager.

    Second, if the situation worsened, he might lose his position as branch leader. With barely fifty warriors under his command and nearly half already dead, it was not an unfounded fear.

    Lastly, the attackers were searching for the Black Wind Lord. Until he arrived, they planned to kill a hostage at regular intervals.

    “But were those bastards always this strong?”

    Zheng Ji couldn’t wrap his head around it.

    He had thought twenty warriors would at least inflict some damage, even if they couldn’t fully subdue the Seven Killers.

    Yet, not a single enemy had even been injured.

    Creeeak.

    The gate opened again.

    Thud.

    Another severed head rolled onto the ground, and wails of grief erupted anew. Family members who had just arrived upon hearing the news collapsed in sorrow.

    “Sir, please save my son! Please, I beg you! Sangman, my son!”

    A middle-aged woman clutched Zheng Ji’s robes, sobbing uncontrollably.

    Annoyed and frustrated, Zheng Ji scowled.

    “You think I don’t want to save them?”

    Warriors came and dragged the grieving woman away.

    It was maddening.

    “When is the Black Wind Lord arriving?”

    Zheng Ji’s impatience grew.

    Li Yan glanced down the mountain path and answered.

    “He completed his mission in Shichen and departed for here. He should be arriving any moment now.”

    “Damn it. By the time he gets here, everyone will be dead.”

    “Still, why are the Seven Killers looking for him?”

    “How the hell should I know?”

    Li Yan’s voice lowered with concern.

    “…Will he really come?”

    Zheng Ji hesitated, his own doubts surfacing.

    “Wouldn’t he?”

    “The Black Wind Unit is the most elite force in the cult, second only to the Iron Cavalry. And he became its leader at an unprecedentedly young age.”

    “How old was he then?”

    “Twenty-seven. That was five years ago, so he’s thirty-two now.”

    “A brat’s been leading the unit for five years already?”

    Zheng Ji scowled.

    At forty-seven, he was still stuck as a mere branch leader, and even that position was in jeopardy.

    “Shit. He has to come… Hey, quiet them down!”

    Frustrated, Zheng Ji stomped his foot.

    Just then, one of his subordinates called out in relief.

    “There! He’s coming!”

    All eyes turned to the path leading up from the valley.

    Thudududu!

    A group of riders galloped forward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

    “It’s the Black Wind Unit!”

    Excited murmurs spread among the Heishan warriors.

    The Black Wind Unit—one of the Demonic Cult’s most elite forces, rivaled only by the Iron Cavalry—was both feared and revered.

    Thudududu!

    Twenty riders, aligned in two rows, thundered along the road.

    “Huh?”

    Zheng Ji and his men watched in shock.

    The Black Wind Unit did not stop.

    They rode straight past them.

    Only one rider broke away from the group, galloping up the mountain path toward them.

    All eyes focused on him.

    The lone warrior reined in his horse in front of the Liu Family Manor.

    He dismounted.

    It was the man Zheng Ji had been desperately waiting for—Yuwol, the Black Wind Lord.

    Dressed in a black martial robe layered with a flowing black overcoat, he exuded an eerie darkness.

    His gaze was icy, his presence oppressive, and the scar on his left cheek only heightened his intimidating aura.

    On his back hung a massive saber, secured without even a scabbard.

    A single engraved word glinted on the darkened steel—Narak.

    The saber Narakdo, the very weapon that made Yuwol a nightmare to the martial world.

    “Draw the blade, and in seven moves, your soul descends to hell.”

    Thus, he was known as Seven-Move Narak.

    Recognizing the weapon, Zheng Ji rushed over hastily.

    “I am Zheng Ji, the branch leader of Heishan.”

    He bowed deeply.

    “What’s the situation?”

    Yuwol’s voice was curt.

    Technically, the rank difference between a branch leader and a unit commander was marginal.

    But as the leader of the Black Wind Unit, one of the cult’s most powerful forces, Yuwol wielded authority that far outstripped Zheng Ji’s.

    Damn, he’s as cold as the rumors say.

    Zheng Ji forced a smile and quickly explained.

    “The Seven Killers of Chongqing have taken over the Liu Family Manor and are holding hostages.”

    “And?”

    “They’re demanding to see you. There are about twenty hostages, and so far, they’ve executed—huh?”

    Before he could finish his sentence, Yuwol had already shattered the manor’s gate.

  • The Regressed Extra Becomes a Genius Chapter 39

    At the entrance to the third-year cooperative magic beast subjugation test site that Kim Sun-woo had left behind, the area was still crowded with people and in a state of confusion.

    “Move aside!”

    At that moment, a woman pushed through the crowd and appeared. Her imposing presence made people instinctively step aside. Some among them recognized her.

    “Huh? Could that be Mage Jung Yoon-seul?”

    “It really is! I heard she had gone into hiding.”

    “What brings Mage Jung Yoon-seul here?”

    Jung Yoon-seul, one of the top five support-type mages in the world.

    The sudden appearance of someone who had recently disappeared from the public eye left people in shock.

    “Me? I was just bored and decided to drop by. Anyway, step aside for now.”

    Her casual way of speaking was already well-known among mages, so no one paid much attention to her blunt manner.

    “Yes, yes! Everyone, make way!”

    As the crowd cleared, Jung Yoon-seul reached the entrance where the barrier was visible. There, she gazed down at the woman who had been pretending to dispel the barrier—Yang Hyun—with a look of disdain.

    “Hey, you. The one pretending to remove the barrier. Move aside. I’ll take care of it.”

    “Huh?”

    Yang Hyun, who had been faking the process of dispelling the barrier, turned around in surprise.

    “J-Jung Yoon-seul?”

    “Didn’t you hear me? I said move.”

    With Jung Yoon-seul declaring that she would personally remove the barrier, there was no one who would dare stand in her way.

    Under the growing pressure of everyone’s stares, Yang Hyun had no choice but to step back.

    And in that moment, she thought—‘I’m doomed.’

    ‘…Of all people, why did Jung Yoon-seul have to show up?’

    But she couldn’t abandon the mission given to her by Cheonhae. After hesitating briefly, she cautiously spoke to Jung Yoon-seul.

    “Should I assist you?”

    Jung Yoon-seul glanced at her and chuckled.

    “What a joke. You were just pretending to dispel the barrier.”

    “…What?”

    “What are you all waiting for? Arrest her.”

    At Jung Yoon-seul’s unexpected words, people tilted their heads in confusion.

    Feeling frustrated, Jung Yoon-seul pointed directly at Yang Hyun.

    “She’s a demon. Capture her.”

    At those words, every gaze focused on Yang Hyun.

    “…That person is a demon?”

    Under the weight of their collective stares, Yang Hyun took a panicked step backward.

    “W-What are you talking about? How could I be a demon?”

    As she strongly denied the accusation, a glowing blue magic circle suddenly appeared beneath her feet.

    At the same time, she clutched her throat, gasping.

    “Ghhhk! C-Can’t…breathe…!”

    Yang Hyun writhed in agony, clutching at her neck. Jung Yoon-seul was using magic to choke the life out of her.

    Realizing that she was about to die, Yang Hyun unleashed the demonic energy she had been concealing. Her eyes turned completely black, and the eerie, ominous energy unique to demons spread out, engulfing those nearby.

    “She’s a demon!”

    “Prepare for battle!”

    The test site immediately erupted into chaos.

    Two more demons, who had been lurking nearby, revealed themselves, their eyes also turning black.

    And thus, the battle to subjugate the demons began.

    Fortunately, with so many mages gathered in the test site, the three demons would soon be subdued.

    Leaving the demon hunt to them, Jung Yoon-seul turned her attention back to dispelling the barrier.

    “…Hmm, but who created this?”

    Studying the intricate encryptions and magical formulas hidden within the barrier, Jung Yoon-seul silently admired its complexity.

    The level of this barrier was far beyond what she had expected.

    This wasn’t something created in a day—it had to have been meticulously planned and constructed over several days.

    ‘…At this level, it will take at least 30 minutes to break.’

    Jung Yoon-seul channeled her magic into the magic circle forming the barrier.

    Then, suddenly—

    “…Huh?”

    She sensed something strange.

    The complex magical formulas and encryptions embedded in the barrier were unraveling at an astonishing speed.

    “What… what the hell?”

    She unconsciously voiced her shock. Someone else, somewhere, was breaking the barrier.

    But even so, for it to be undone at this speed…

    It felt as though the very person who had created the barrier was now dismantling it.

    “Is this even possible?”

    And then—

    A radiant light burst from the magic circle forming the barrier.

    And just like that, the barrier vanished.


    Kim Deokhyun swung his massive spear, cutting down the monsters that had appeared within the academy.

    Even with just a casual sweep, the beasts before him were torn to shreds and vanished.

    “Damn it! They just keep coming! Where did all those guild scouts disappear to?!”

    “Ugh, I’m on a call, so be quiet.”

    Jung Hyunsoo, wearing an earpiece and talking on the phone, shot back irritably. Then, hearing something from the other end, he suddenly wore a baffled expression.

    “Senior, they say the scouts are trapped in the third-year test site.”

    “What? Are you kidding me? Why are they trapped there?!”

    “How should I know? Maybe the demons did something to them?”

    “Damn idiots.”

    “But why did the demons attack this place? What’s their objective?”

    “We’ll have to figure that out. But first, there’s one problem—these damn monsters keep coming, but the demons themselves are nowhere in sight. If we don’t take down the real culprits, this won’t end.”

    —Kwaaaang!

    At that moment, a surge of powerful demonic energy exploded in the distance.

    Both Kim Deokhyun and Jung Hyunsoo instinctively turned their heads toward the source.

    “That magic surge just now…”

    “Yeah, that was a demon. At least B-rank or higher.”

    “That was near the magic training ground. Looks like demons have appeared over there.”

    Jung Hyunsoo, an academy graduate, instantly pinpointed the exact location of the explosion.

    Kim Deokhyun’s expression darkened slightly.

    “Aren’t there students over there?”

    “Most likely, yeah.”

    “We need to move, now!”


    A massive fireball engulfed the monsters.

    Beside it, countless ice arrows filled the sky, raining down upon them.

    From beast-like creatures to humanoid and flying types, monsters of all kinds let out sounds as they fell.

    This was near the magic training grounds within the Mage Academy.

    Yoo Ara and Yoon Hayoung were engaged in battle against the monsters that had suddenly appeared.

    “Haa… haa…”

    After a prolonged fight, Yoo Ara was panting heavily.

    The monsters themselves weren’t particularly strong, but there were simply too many of them.

    She had no idea how such a large number of monsters could have been summoned into the heart of the academy without anyone noticing.

    Yoon Hayoung looked at her with concern.

    “Are you okay?”

    “Haa… yeah, I’m fine.”

    Though Yoo Ara nodded in reassurance, she didn’t look fine at all.

    She had already been pushing herself too hard, fighting an overwhelming number of monsters.

    The number she had taken down alone had already surpassed fifty.

    “Hoo…”

    At least, after thinning out the monsters, they finally had a brief moment to catch their breath.

    Looking around, Yoon Hayoung muttered,

    “But where are all the guild scouts? And the instructors?”

    “Well, they’re probably busy dealing with this situation somewhere else.”

    Just then—

    A powerful mass of magic shot toward them, erupting in a massive explosion.

    —KWAANG!

    Yoon Hayoung and Yoo Ara barely managed to evade the attack, but they couldn’t avoid the shockwave of powerful magic that followed.

    “Ugh…! What was that?”

    Yoon Hayoung winced in pain and lifted her head.

    A man in a black coat was approaching them, his footsteps steady.

    Looking closely, his eyes were entirely black.

    “…A demon?”

    Yoon Hayoung muttered in a trembling voice as she stared at him.

    The man glanced between the two of them, then smirked in amusement.

    “Impressive. I didn’t expect you to react to that.”

    Then, his gaze shifted to Yoo Ara.

    “So, you’re Yoo Ara? I’ve been looking for you.”

    Yoo Ara’s expression hardened.

    The pressure emanating from him was at least that of a B-rank demon or higher.

    No matter how much of a prodigy she was, taking on a B-rank or higher demon was beyond her ability.

    The demon conjured a dark, flickering magic above his hand.

    “Let’s see if you’re truly the child of prophecy.”

    The mass of magic shot toward Yoo Ara.

    Gathering the magic within her body, she countered with her own spell.

    The two forces collided midair.

    Waves of powerful mana pulsed outward, shaking the ground beneath them.

    Moments later, both spells canceled each other out.

    “As expected, you live up to the rumors.”

    The demon murmured in admiration.

    For an 18-year-old student, her magic was formidable—even comparable to that of professional mages.

    But no matter how talented she was, she was still just a student.

    The difference in experience was clear.

    If he wanted, he could end this fight effortlessly.

    “I’d love to play around a bit more, but I’m in a hurry. Let’s wrap this up.”

    The demon moved at lightning speed, lunging toward Yoo Ara.

    She tried to react, but his swift movements made it impossible to stop him.

    —GRAB!

    The demon’s hand wrapped tightly around Yoo Ara’s throat.

    “Guh…!”

    Her feet lifted off the ground.

    As her airway was blocked, she let out a strangled gasp.

    She kicked and struggled, trying to break free, but his grip was too strong.

    Her consciousness began to fade.

    “What? So you’re not the child of prophecy after all?”

    The demon muttered in disappointment.

    Then, he raised his other hand, conjuring a new spell to finish her off.

    At that moment—

    —KWAANG!

    A blast of magic struck the demon’s back.

    “Urgh!”

    The impact forced him to release Yoo Ara, and she collapsed to the ground, rolling limply.

    Furious, the demon turned his head.

    Yoon Hayoung stood there, her hands trembling, as she aimed dozens of ice arrows at him.

    “You little brat… I’ll kill you first.”

    Seething with rage, the demon dashed toward Yoon Hayoung at the same terrifying speed.

    Just like before, he grabbed her throat.

    “Guh…!”

    Yoon Hayoung let out a pained groan, her eyes welling with tears.

    She clenched her teeth against the agony.

    At that moment, a black bird appeared beside the demon.

    The bird looked at him and spoke.

    —The barrier has been broken.

    The demon’s eyes widened in shock.

    “What? Why? Wasn’t it supposed to last for over 30 minutes?”

    —I don’t know. Someone inside the test site dispelled it. The mages are coming out now. You must escape immediately.

    With that, the black bird vanished.

    “What the hell…?”

    Just as he was reeling from the unexpected news—

    He sensed an unfamiliar, powerful force nearby.

    When he looked up, he saw something glowing brightly above Yoon Hayoung’s hand.

    Instinctively, he felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

    ‘This power… it’s lethal!’

    Panicking, he tried to snap Yoon Hayoung’s neck.

    But at that moment, searing pain exploded in his chest.

    “Gah!”

    Blood, dark red and thick, spilled from his mouth.

    He looked down at his own chest in shock.

    A radiant white flame was burning there.

    This wasn’t just an ordinary magical wound.

    The demon muttered in disbelief,

    “…The power of demon eradication?”

    His legs buckled, and he fell to his knees.

    Yoon Hayoung took the chance to push him away and scrambled backward, gasping for air.

    “Arghhh!”

    The demon clutched his chest, trying to heal himself.

    But no matter how much mana he poured into regeneration, his body refused to recover.

    “Heh… heh heh…”

    Despite the pain, the demon let out a twisted smile—like he had just discovered something priceless.

    “I found her… The child of prophecy!”

    Staggering, he forced himself forward, step by step.

    Even though the power of demon eradication was wreaking havoc on his body, he still had enough strength left to kill her.

    But Yoon Hayoung couldn’t escape.

    After unleashing that power, her entire body was drained.

    Step, step.

    “…”

    She watched the demon approach, resignation settling in.

    So this was the end.

    She had only just discovered the joy of growing as a mage.

    There were still so many things she wanted to do…

    The demon stood before her, grinning.

    Dark, sinister magic flickered to life in his palm.

    “This is the end—”

    —BOOM!

    A blast of magic struck the back of his head.

    “Gaaahhh!”

    The demon screamed, rolling on the ground as he clutched his scorched skull.

    “Who the hell—?!”

    Half his face had been obliterated, yet he whipped around furiously.

    Standing there was a male student, dressed in a school uniform.

    A sphere of brilliant white magic hovered above his palm.