I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 1

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Episode 1
Prologue
The infinite regression had reached its end, yet the things I had gathered did not disappear.
With the money and treasures in the Infinite Storage etched upon my soul, and with Spiritual Pills, I would become the greatest master under heaven.
Episode 1 — At the End of Regression
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The man was called Namgung Yeon.
His mother was of the Sichuan Tang Clan, and his father was the patriarch of the Namgung Clan.
Truly, a blessed child born into the embrace of the two greatest powers of the Martial World.
A lineage and bloodline that others might envy—yet Namgung Yeon himself lived within a terrible curse.
‘Again… I’ve returned to the beginning.’
His entire body felt dreadfully heavy.
He had thought he would live a little longer as one of the most celebrated masters in the realm, yet death had claimed him once more.
And now, the return to reality.
How many times was this now?
Namgung Yeon exhaled and traced through his memories.
He was a regressor, living an infinite life.
No—more precisely, he was a failed attempt to prevent the Sect Annihilation of the Namgung Clan and the collapse of the Orthodox Martial World.
His limbs were cold, his Internal Power severed, and even the smallest movement brought waves of pain.
This pain meant only one thing.
He had returned to the beginning once more.
And yet…
“This is my last chance, then?”
The time granted to Namgung Yeon had ended.
The infinite regression was over, and now only one final opportunity remained.
It had been decided by a single person.

21st Century South Korea.
That was where Namgung Yeon had come from.
He had believed that with only the knowledge of the future and modern experience, anything could be overcome—yet…
‘In the end, without talent and strength, one cannot reach the destination.’
Sent to save the world, the Martial World and his clan had fallen into ruin more than thirty times over.
Had he grown lazy, relying upon an eternity of life?
Or had the will to save his clan simply withered away entirely?
The one who had granted Namgung Yeon his infinite life spoke in a voice laden with disappointment.

Namgung Yeon was sent back to the beginning once more.
To that time when he was dreadfully weak, and the Namgung Clan held dominion over the realm.
‘The future draws near. The Namgung Clan will fall to Sect Annihilation. No—the Orthodox Martial World itself will be devoured.’
They called themselves Demonic People.
They claimed to be the successors carrying on the legacy of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, long since annihilated.
These figures moving in the shadows throughout the Central Plains would soon plunge the Martial World into chaos.
The clan would burn and fall to ash, and all its members would perish.
Yet that was not all.
Every martial artist who had cried out for peace and justice would be slaughtered without mercy.
The realm would be painted red with blood alongside the imperial throne.
“I may think it insufficient, but… I have not left myself wholly unprepared, at least.”
The man, Namgung Yeon, knew this well.
That someday this regression would reach its end.
To be honest, his talent was not exceptional.
Through the infinite regressions, he had only managed to advance incrementally ahead of others by virtue of overwhelming time.
But even that had its limits.
Time alone could not save the Martial World or the Namgung Clan.
Then what path remained?
Namgung Yeon had conceived of a single stratagem.

Along with infinite regression, there was one other ability he possessed.
Etched upon his soul: the Infinite Storage.
The ability was quite straightforward.
The ability to store objects and retrieve them.
But he had discovered that this Infinite Storage possessed a special property.
Even when he lost his life and returned to the beginning, the objects did not disappear.
Anything placed within the Infinite Storage would never vanish as long as his soul remained intact.
The moment he grasped this ability, Namgung Yeon completely rewrote his strategy.
‘Until I’m ready to save the clan, I’ll gather nothing but objects.’
The things he collected this way accumulated steadily within the Infinite Storage.
When enemies brought annihilation to the Namgung Clan.
When he watched a cherished friend die by his own hand.
When his family’s honor was trampled and their dominion completed.
He silently filled the Infinite Storage with more and more.
To grow stronger.
To transcend the limits of his talent.
‘This is the last time, then.’
He had no way of knowing how far he could push this.
Dozens, hundreds of regressions.
The intelligence and rare artifacts he’d gathered over all those cycles.
Money and countless materials.
Everything he’d desperately crammed into the Infinite Storage, even at the cost of his life, was all he had to work with.
If he failed this time, then…
Perhaps his talent and fate ended here.
Namgung Yeon made his decision with a quiet sigh.
This time, he would hold nothing back.
There was no need to gather more.
On the day this life ended, even his soul would scatter and everything would vanish anyway.
The time had come to draw out everything and use it without hesitation.
‘I’d planned to gather more, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll trust in all the experience I’ve gained and move forward.’
He knew almost everything about this world.
And precisely because this was the last cycle, it would not end easily.
Namgung Yeon let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes.
First, he needed to address the frail body that could do almost nothing.
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[Infinite Storage]
Namgung Yeon closed his eyes and descended into his inner world.
Then he began to manifest the Infinite Storage in its most familiar form.
[Infinite Storage]
[Available Items]
[Spiritual Pill Materials]
[Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Salamander’s Inner Core – 16]
[Golden Flower Viper’s Head – 31]
[……]
[Weapon Materials]
[Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron – 10 chunks]
[Cloud Iron – 7 chunks]
[……]
[Inner Cores and Spiritual Pills]
[Sohwandan – 99]
[Daehwandan – 5]
[Jahareyeongdan – 17]
[……]
The Infinite Storage was nothing but thought made manifest, the most familiar intention he’d cultivated through dozens and hundreds of regressions.
It was simply a visualization of objects rendered like a document.
It wasn’t as if he could actually see something translucent floating before his eyes, but it was an ability that functioned in much the same way.
He had gathered with relentless desperation.
Wealth accumulated through shameful and cruel deeds alike.
He had met with mysterious beings.
He had crawled into cursed lands.
He had crossed the cold Northern Sea and the scorching Southern Barbarians.
The Infinite Storage he’d amassed this way began to fill with all manner of treasures, mysteries, spiritual pills, and precious materials.
The process of filling it had been nothing but a succession of pain, frustration, and challenge.
His Infinite Storage grew richer by the day, fed by the lives he ignored—his own, his family’s, his clan’s, the Orthodox Martial World’s—but…
Among all the things he’d gathered in that Storage, one task had already decided itself as first.
‘First things first…… this damned body of mine.’
Namgung Yeon suffered from Severed Meridians.
The Qi Meridians throughout his body didn’t flow naturally, making even breathing an ordeal.
It happened sometimes among martial bloodlines, or so he’d heard—but he’d never imagined it would be him.
That’s why no one ever entered this place.
‘Mother will visit soon. Before she does, I need to consume a Spiritual Pill that will completely transform this body.’
Infinite Storage
Cheonjaeryeongdan

A round sphere said to grant mastery of heaven’s own talents.
A legendary pill that altered constitution and led one toward the Heavenly Martial Body itself.
A unique elixir, one of a kind, refined at the very heart of the Heavenly Pool—a Spiritual Pill of divine origin.
Crafted over decades, a singular creation, and the one key that would blossom his latent gifts—a Divine Object in the truest sense.
This would not only cure his Severed Meridians but also perfect his insufficient talent.
He’d gathered all the materials across ten deaths.
He’d obtained permission across five deaths.
And with his final breath, he’d refined this incomparable elixir.
That last cycle’s death had been spent entirely in creating this pill.
“At least there’s that mercy…… If I hadn’t finished it, if I’d been granted only one last chance, I never would have completed it.”
Countless faces flickered before him.
Those who had sacrificed their lives for him.
Those who had used filthy, degrading tricks to drag him down.
And those who had come at him to take his life.
They would not remember, but Namgung Yeon remembered every single one.
When they met again, how would their gazes upon him have changed?
‘They always started with contempt and scorn.’
Overcoming that look had always taken ages, but this time would be different.
He’d thought Regression had worn down his emotions, but living taught him otherwise.
Or perhaps he was simply something rare.
Namgung Yeon turned his head and gazed into the Bronze Mirror.
Eyes don’t lie, and his—the eyes of one who’d lived through hardship and adversity—had become utterly hollow.
Would the day come when feeling returned to these two eyes?
Namgung Yeon offered a self-mocking smile and swallowed the Cheonjaeryeongdan.
Gulp—the moment it touched his tongue, the pill dissolved like cool water melting away.
Namgung Yeon began to feel his entire body prickling with sensation.
The Conception and Governing Vessels slowly connected.
The Qi Meridians that had been severed thread by thread began to bind together.
Until now, he’d needed to spend considerable time on this work.
But from this moment forward, it would be different.
He would grow stronger faster than anyone, and seize control of the Namgung Clan faster still.
To prevent the deaths of himself and his family.
‘This is the last time. I don’t want to fail.’
After so long.
After such a long time, willpower and yearning blazed back to life.
His life had been nothing but failure.
Through countless deaths he’d improved, yet success remained distant, a life fundamentally at odds with achievement.
A vast treadmill, turning without purpose or drive.
Now that wheel had begun to roll across ground—shouldn’t he see where it was headed?
And he hoped, more than anything, that its destination would be a place of his choosing.
Namgung Yeon made his resolve deep in his heart and opened his eyes.
The Severed Meridians had healed cleanly.
Now he was no longer a sickly wretch to be scorned by the Namgung Clan.
“From now on, I’ll solve everything with what’s in my Storage.”
People? Money buys them.
Divine Objects powerful enough to destroy the world?
I’ll buy those too.
Raising one’s realm…… I planned to handle that with all the Spiritual Pills overflowing in my Storage.
Look around.
And so it began—the lavish spending spree.
Namgung Yeon’s eyes gleamed with fervent light.

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