Not A Regressor - Chapter 113

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 113
Night Owl Hunt (4)
“Heh…”
Nine Owls stood with vacant expressions, their eyes glazed and mouths hanging open stupidly.
Kwon O-jin imposed his dominion on each captured Owl one by one, cross-referencing the information they provided.
“This should be reliable enough.”
The Owl Faction’s headquarters was now nothing more than an empty nest—plenty of bodies, but stripped of its core strength.
‘Perfect.’
I had considered abandoning the plan if Cheon Do-yoon showed up, but with things as they stood, I could reap far greater rewards than I’d originally anticipated.
—Creak.
As I stepped out of the interrogation room, Han Jun-man came into view.
“Oh, Kwon O-jin, that wound…”
“There was some commotion inside.”
I wiped the blood trickling down my cheek with a towel and continued.
“Somehow they managed to slip their restraints and steal their weapon to attack me.”
“What, really!”
“Well, fortunately it’s nothing serious.”
“Nothing serious? You’re bleeding like that!”
Han Manager frowned and offered me a potion.
It was clearly a high-grade potion—the moment it touched the wound, a cool sensation washed over me and the injury sealed itself rapidly.
“Did you manage to gather any intelligence?”
“No. I tried to extract information while avoiding the geas, but it didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.”
“Sigh… As expected.”
In truth, I had discovered the location of their headquarters.
But I saw no reason to mention it aloud.
‘To uproot them completely, I need something bigger.’
A faint smile played at the corners of my mouth.
“Then I’ll head out for today.”
“Yes! Next time, I’ll make sure to use even stronger restraints so nothing like this happens again!”
“Ha. Thank you.”
I left the Association with a light laugh.
‘Now then, let’s see.’
I drove to the Chang-hyun Building in Yongsan, where the Owls’ headquarters was supposedly located.
“…Is that really the Chang-hyun Building?”
A shabby building in a desolate area.
A commercial building you could spot every few seconds while walking down the street—yet it was the headquarters of a terrorist organization that had turned South Korea upside down.
‘And there’s even a convenience store and a snack shop on the first floor.’
Who in their right mind would ever suspect this place of being a terrorist cell’s base?
“They do have some cunning.”
To hide a tree, hide it in a forest.
This was a location he could never have discovered without using his dominion ability to break through the seal.
Click.
Kwon O-jin parked his car nearby and observed the building from a distance.
‘I look like some detective running a stakeout.’
All I’d need is coffee and a donut to complete the picture.
Sigh.
Well, what can you do?
Should I just settle in and wait patiently?
‘I still don’t have enough information.’
Even after cross-referencing the testimonies of nine people.
I couldn’t recklessly infiltrate the Black Star Society’s headquarters.
‘Five days… or maybe a week of surveillance should do.’
Staying in one place and continuously monitoring them could make them wary.
Fortunately, I had a skill that was perfectly suited for this situation.
‘Shadow Veil.’
Concealing my presence entirely.
I stared at the building entrance with cold, settled eyes.
* * *
A week had passed since I began surveillance of the Black Star Society’s headquarters.
Stretch.
I twisted my body as I extended a long yawn.
“Let’s see what we have.”
I pulled out the rice ball Ha-eun had prepared for me this morning and took a bite.
The soggy, damp texture of the rice grains lingered in my mouth like chewing a lump of wet newspaper.
“Mmm~ My sister really is something.”
How does she manage to make rice balls taste this bad?
“Hm?”
While eating the rice ball, I discovered a piece of paper tucked at the bottom of the lunch box.
From the handwriting, it was a letter from Ha-eun.
“Hehe. My sister really is cute.”
I wonder what she wrote?
[This letter originated in England….]
“Wait.”
What did this woman write?
[…If you do not kiss a beautiful woman with reddish-brown hair within twenty-four hours, you will be cursed with something terrible.]
Well, well.
“Where did she come up with such a clever trick….”
[P.S. The curse’s content is a fun cooking experiment with your sister.]
“I need to get back there fast.”
Even her regular dishes are barely edible—I can’t even imagine how disastrous her experimental creations would be.
‘I made sure to remove the pendant so Vega wouldn’t notice.’
The preliminary reconnaissance was thorough enough.
All that remained was execution.
—Click.
Kwon O-jin opened the car door and headed toward the building.
Outside the building, two men loitered about, smoking cigarettes.
‘On the surface, they look like ordinary street smokers.’
Men who came and went at precisely the same time every day couldn’t possibly be ordinary passersby.
“Sir, you can’t smoke on the street like that.”
“Huh?”
The man chain-smoking furrowed his brow menacingly.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Your mother, you bastard.”
“What?”
Crack!!
A surprise low kick sent one man sprawling.
“Gah!”
The other man urgently reached into his jacket.
“Hup.”
Crunch crunch crunch!!
“Aaaahhhhh!!!”
I seized his weapon-reaching hand and twisted it sharply, breaking it.
“My, my hand!! My aaarrrm!!”
The man’s face contorted as tears and snot streamed down his cheeks.
The flowing snot and tears soaked his unkempt beard.
“Damn, look at these bastards’ faces. Seriously.”
Han Manager’s speculation that most of the Owl Faction’s members came from Cheolwon Prison proved accurate—both men had the faces of born serial killers.
‘If someone looks like this and isn’t a criminal, that’s the real crime.’
To put it delicately, they had faces that looked like bird droppings smeared across asphalt.
“Ugh… who the hell are you?”
“You don’t need to know.”
Having subdued both men in the blink of an eye, Kwon O-jin spread his palms open.
Black fog poured from his hands and was sucked into the men’s minds.
“Heh…”
“Uh…”
Soon their eyes grew vacant and clouded.
“Guide me inside.”
“…Yes.”
I boarded the elevator following the two men.
Pressing the buttons in the specific sequence I’d learned during interrogation, the elevator bypassed the seventh floor and arrived at the eighth.
—Whoooosh.
As the door opened, a Gate approximately two meters wide came into view.
‘So the Owls’ headquarters is inside here.’
I entered without hesitation.
“…Huh.”
The moment I stepped inside, an involuntary gasp escaped my lips.
‘What is this place?’
Before me stood a colossal dome-shaped structure—easily the size of a World Cup stadium.
‘I thought they’d be living like nomads inside a Gate, but…’
It was clearly a state-of-the-art facility equipped with every modern convenience.
‘These bastards really do have incredible power.’
An organization operating in the shadows, yet commanding a scale that defied such concealment.
I clicked my tongue in acknowledgment and stepped into the Dome-shaped Building.
“Take me to Cheon Do-yoon’s quarters.”
“…Yes.”
The man nodded and began walking.
“What? Isn’t this your shift?”
As I entered the building, I encountered Black Star Society members who recognized some of the men.
“Why are you loitering around here… Cough!”
One of them fell easily to my surprise attack, concealed by Dark Veil.
“Heh.”
After using Dominion to create a new puppet,
“You two return to your posts.”
“…Yes.”
“We… obey your command.”
I sent the two I’d initially subdued back outside.
‘With this, infiltration becomes simple.’
With broken abilities like Dark Veil and Dominion at my disposal, penetrating the headquarters posed no real difficulty.
“This is… Lord Cheon Do-yoon’s quarters.”
“Are there guards stationed nearby?”
“There usually are, but… he’s been away recently, so there’s no escort.”
I see.
‘Then I can search the interior freely.’
Click.
A modest room decorated in traditional Korean hanok style.
Virtually no luxury items or furniture were visible—the space was remarkably austere.
“Hmm.”
I began my investigation, eyes narrowed.
“There’s surprisingly little here.”
Despite searching through various locations, nothing of particular interest caught my eye.
I was sighing and glancing around when I noticed something.
‘Hmm?’
A round token hung from the lamp beside the bed.
“What is this…?”
Wait.
To be precise, it wasn’t a horse token.
“A snake?”
Should I call this a snake token instead?
The palm-sized token hanging from the lamp bore the image of a coiled serpent, not a horse.
‘It doesn’t seem to be a sacred relic.’
The token—or rather, the snake token—emanated no magical power.
“Why the hell is this in this bastard’s room?”
Even being extremely generous, shouldn’t it bear the mark of an owl instead of a snake?
“Hmm.”
I continued pondering, but no explanation came to mind.
‘I should at least take a photo of it.’
Click.
I photographed the snake token and returned it to its place.
“There’s nothing else to gain here.”
It was time to gather different information.
“Where can I find the locations and scale of the Black Star Society’s branches?”
The purpose of infiltrating the Black Star Society’s headquarters at great risk.
To obtain the locations of all the Owls’ branches hidden throughout South Korea.
‘Even if these bastards operate in a cellular structure, the headquarters must have records.’
If there’s no information here, then it’s not just one organization—it’s an independent faction.
“It’s recorded in the Server Room.”
As expected.
I knew it would be here.
“Take me there.”
“To access that location… a password is required.”
“Who knows it?”
“Originally, the senior administrator managed it, but… currently, their deputy is handling it.”
“What rank is the deputy?”
“A mid-level administrator.”
“Good.”
Is a mid-level administrator the same rank as Ashad Khan?
‘At this point, I can easily subdue someone of that level.’
A few months ago, I was bleeding and struggling against them.
Now, I’m confident I could suppress ten mid-level administrators without breaking a sweat.
“…This way.”
I headed toward the Server Room where the administrative official in charge was located.
“Wait.”
Before stepping inside.
Kwon O-jin pulled a tumbler of coffee from his sling bag.
-Pop.
He opened the lid and dipped his fingertips slightly into it.
‘Still, this is the best way to subdue them with minimal commotion.’
Whirrrrr!
As I activated the Scorpio stigma, violet poison dripped from my fingertips and mixed into the coffee.
“Tell him I brought something to drink.”
“I obey your command.”
The puppet Owl carried the tumbler and knocked on the Server Room door.
“What is it?”
A hysterical voice rang out as the Black-haired Woman opened the door.
She was quite an attractive woman.
“I’ve brought… coffee.”
“Hmph, what? Are you trying to butter me up?”
The woman let out a dismissive laugh.
“Honestly~ being stuck in a place crawling with men is such a pain.”
The woman clicked her tongue and accepted the coffee.
“Heh. Since you showed some consideration, I’ll drink it. Now get out of here.”
Thud.
The Server Room door shut firmly.
“Well done. Now return to your regular post. Forget everything that happened today.”
“…Yes. Understood.”
Kwon O-jin sent the controlled Owl away and waited leisurely in front of the door.
After waiting roughly three minutes.
-Crash!
“Cough! Hack! What, what is this?!”
The door burst open violently as the woman stumbled out.
“Hm!”
Kwon O-jin dashed forward and threw a brutal punch toward the woman’s face.
Crack!!!
“Kyaaaah!”
With a short scream, the woman was knocked backward.
“What, what is this? Who are you?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
Kwon O-jin approached the trembling woman with a smirk.
“H-help! D-don’t come near me!”
Perhaps it was because of the poison coursing through her system.
The woman staggered backward, barely able to keep her balance.
—Click.
Kwon O-jin drew his spear to deepen her terror.
“Ahhhhh! P-please, save me. N-no, please save me!”
The woman trembled pitifully, wringing her hands like a fly.
‘This should be enough.’
Kwon O-jin reached out his hand to use Dominion.
Then.
“If… if you would only spare me.”
The woman suddenly pulled down her blouse, exposing her pale shoulders.
She tilted her head slightly upward, casting a seductive gaze toward Kwon O-jin.
“You can do whatever you wish with my body—”
“Cut that pathetic act out.”
Crack!
He swung his spear and struck her head.
“Ow!”
“I’m not interested in your body, so shut your mouth and stay quiet. I don’t have time for this.”
I need to finish this quickly and get home to break the curse.

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