Not A Regressor - Chapter 326

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 326
Treasure Hunt (5)
I bolted toward the direction from which Riak’s cry had echoed.
Water droplets clinging to my body scattered in all directions.
Without even a moment to properly dress, I sprinted forward wearing nothing but the swimming trunks I’d worn into the hot spring and a towel hastily wrapped around my waist.
In the distance, I could see Riak and Poppy facing off against a group of creatures.
“What the hell are those things?”
Perhaps it was the frustration of having my intimate time with Kwon O-jin interrupted.
Ha-eun glared at the group confronting Riak and Poppy with fierce eyes.
“Wait a moment, sister.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Come here. Isabella and Vega too.”
Before joining the fray, I crouched behind a nearby boulder and observed the group facing off against Riak.
‘Demon Race?’
Unlike ordinary demons, a group of Demon Race creatures with crimson horns and dark skin were pointing their weapons at Riak and Poppy.
It appeared they had already clashed once—one Demon Race lay collapsed on the ground with its throat torn open.
“Why would the Beast-human Tribe come all the way here…?”
“How are they controlling the magical beast?”
The group of Demon Race facing off against Riak squinted in confusion.
“Be careful. That wolf bastard is no ordinary foe.”
The gray-haired Demon Race who appeared to be the leader calmly raised his spear.
Rumble.
Crimson energy flowed like molten lava dripping from the crimson horns protruding from his forehead, gathering at the tip of his gripped spear.
Intense heat surged through the surroundings.
“Hssss.”
Despite radiating heat fierce enough to consume everything around him, the gray-haired Demon Race regarded Riak with eyes as cold as ice.
“My name is Jackal. I am a servant of the great Heavenly Demon and a knight serving the noble Deimos.”
The Demon Race who had introduced himself as Jackal tilted his head and gestured toward Riak with his chin.
A gesture suggesting that introductions were complete and now it was Riak’s turn.
Riak let out a contemptuous snort and regarded Jackal dismissively.
“Do we need to know names just to fight?”
“…Revealing one’s name is a knight’s courtesy.”
“I’m no knight—I’m a warrior, kid.”
Crack!
Riak’s body transformed into his werewolf form.
“I don’t care who you are or whom you serve.”
Only one thing mattered.
“Are you my enemy?”
The silver wolf’s gaze fixed upon Jackal.
Jackal felt a savage killing intent ripple down his spine as he tightened his grip on his spear.
“As a knight of Deimos, I cannot simply allow someone who has invaded his territory without permission to walk free.”
“Is that so?”
Riak’s lips twisted into a savage grin.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Boom!
The silver wolf’s paws dug harshly into the ground.
A streak of silver light cut across the black stone.
Every muscle in his body swelled as if about to burst.
“Grrrrr!”
Riak closed the dozens of meters between them in an instant.
Having penetrated within the spear’s range, he clenched his fist like a lump of iron.
His fist blazed with azure lightning.
With a thunderous explosion, his fist swung toward Jackal.
“A beast-like creature.”
Jackal remained unflustered, calmly rotating his spear to block the fist.
The fist crashed against the spear shaft.
Despite being merely a collision between fist and weapon, the impact felt as heavy as a siege weapon’s strike.
A faint hiss escaped between Jackal’s lips.
Lightning coursed down the spear shaft, momentarily numbing his hand, but he quickly dispersed his mana to break free of the paralysis.
“Hgh!”
The spear, dripping with lava, surged forward like an awl.
Unlike the wild heat scorching everything around, the movements were refined to an extreme.
A clean spear strike worthy of a martial manual aimed at Riak.
Riak’s claws extended and slashed at the spear blade.
Clang! Clang! Clanging!
The spear and claws collided.
Riak desperately tried to penetrate within the spear’s range, while Jackal slid backward, equally determined to maintain distance.
“Do you know the ideal distance for a spear?”
During the fierce exchange, Jackal finally spoke.
“Five paces. That is the ideal distance for one who wields a spear.”
The current distance between him and Riak was roughly five meters.
Jackal stepped forward, closing the gap.
“At one pace, watch the feet.”
Observing Riak’s movements, he took another step.
“At two paces, watch the eyes.”
And then.
Whoosh!
The spear blade shot forward, closing the distance of three paces.
The lava-wreathed spear aimed at the space between Riak’s brows.
“Ugh!”
The spear blade grazed past my cheek.
Where the blade passed, molten lava scattered and seared my flesh.
A grotesque burn scar was etched across half of Riak’s face.
Even as my skin burned with searing pain, I bared my white teeth in a grin.
“Do you fight with your snout instead of your spear?”
Ideal distance, watching the feet, watching the eyes—why did this beast have such a loose tongue during combat?
“Stop talking.”
Boom!
The earth trembled as the silver wolf surged forward.
Jackal reflexively raised his spear to defend his front.
“Stop listening.”
Mid-charge, Riak launched himself high into the air.
He flipped his body acrobatically in mid-air.
Crack!
Using Brain Stomp, Riak abruptly changed direction mid-air and struck Jackal’s back.
“Stop thinking.”
“Ugh…!”
Caught off-guard, Jackal desperately spun his body around.
“Fighting is instinct, whelp.”
Boom!
A heavy fist tore through the surrounding air.
Unable to assume a proper stance while turning, Jackal’s spear shaft collided with Riak’s fist.
“Hack!”
The impact sent Jackal flying backward.
His body bounced off the ground like a skipping stone and crashed into a nearby cliff face.
Tens of tons of granite crumbled and cascaded down.
“Lord Jackal!”
The Demon Race warriors watching the battle finally moved.
“Grrr!”
Poppy swiftly blocked their path.
“Get out of the way!”
“How dare a mere beast obstruct the Golden Knights!”
Unlike the Demon Race, who had been free-spirited and individualistic until now, these warriors who called themselves the “Golden Knights” pressed Poppy with precise coordinated attacks like systematically trained knights.
Though Poppy swiped her front paws fiercely at the Demon Race warriors, she alone could not withstand their combined assault.
In moments, the Demon Race warriors drove Poppy back and surrounded Riak.
“Ugh….”
Jackal, who had been driven into the cliff face by my attack, rose to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth.
Though his body bore many wounds, he had avoided fatal injuries, and his eyes blazing with fierce determination fixed upon me.
“Impressive skill for a beast, I must admit.”
Jackal wiped the blood trickling from his lips and gripped his spear.
His spear, which had collided with Riak’s fist, bent into an L-shape, but as soon as mana flowed through it, it returned to its original form.
“However, no matter how formidable one’s individual strength may be, it is worthless before an organized army.”
The Demon Race surrounding Riak leveled their weapons at him.
A perfect encirclement with no gap to escape through.
Riak looked at the Demon Race surrounding him and let out a derisive snort.
“Weren’t you just speaking of chivalric courtesy?”
So he found himself struggling alone and immediately sought the aid of his subordinates.
“Acknowledging your opponent and doing your utmost—that too is the courtesy of a knight.”
Jackal smiled faintly and leveled his spear at Riak.
He was not foolish enough to abandon the overwhelming advantage of superior numbers and insist on a one-on-one duel.
“Is that so?”
Riak’s lips curved upward as he turned his head.
He clenched his fist as he gazed at the massive boulder.
“Then allow me to learn this courtesy of yours.”
“…What?”
Jackal’s eyes narrowed, unable to comprehend what he was saying.
“Now, boy!!”
Rummmmmble!
Riak stamped his feet violently and unleashed a roar.
The ground beneath them cracked with a sharp sound, and the Demon Race surrounding him instantly lost their balance.
As confusion spread across the demons’ faces.
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
A bolt of lightning surged from behind the boulder and crashed down upon the Demon Race.
“Ugh!”
“Aaaaaaaah!”
Kwon O-jin, having carved through the demons, wielded his spear with savage ferocity.
“You mangy mutt, putting on airs!”
Following O-jin, Ha-eun climbed atop the boulder where she had been hiding and unleashed a torrent of flames.
“A… human?”
“Why are humans here…!”
“Damn it! Could they be the Old Ghost’s subordinates?”
“Ugh! These demonic human bastards!”
The Demon Race began to panic at the sight of Kwon O-jin’s party.
They stared at them with eyes filled with dread, as if gazing upon zombies that had crawled out of a horror film.
“Huh? Why are these bastards reacting like this?”
Ha-eun tilted her head at the Demon Race’s violent reaction.
The demons’ behavior seemed as though they feared the very race of ‘humans’ itself.
“…That’s strange. Something feels off about this.”
Demon Race trembling in terror at the sight of humans—it was a sight difficult to imagine.
Isabella’s eyes narrowed at this incomprehensible scene.
“We can worry about his reaction later.”
I spun my spear in a full circle and struck the head of a Demon Race creature attempting to ambush me from behind with the shaft.
“First, let’s deal with these bastards.”
“Got it!”
“Yes, Kwon O-jin.”
The moment Ha-eun and Isabella joined the fray in earnest, the tide of battle reversed instantly.
Deimos’s knights were stronger than the lower-tier Demon Race creatures we’d faced in the Draconian Kingdom before, but with only about ten of them, they were woefully insufficient to stand against our entire group.
“Ugh, uuugh!”
“M-monsters! These humans are monsters!”
And on top of their inferior numbers, they were paralyzed by fear.
Without mounting any meaningful resistance, Deimos’s knights began falling one by one.
In a battle so overwhelmingly one-sided, there was only one flaw.
‘Their attire is a bit…’
Though they wore sportswear underneath, watching Ha-eun and Isabella fight with nothing but towels draped over them made my face burn with heat.
‘Well, it’s not like they’re paid avatars or anything.’
As the two women moved, their exposed skin became increasingly visible, and my head began to spin.
“Ah, damn it! That bastard’s getting away!”
I caught sight of Jackal in the distance, his back turned as he fled.
“I’ll chase him. You finish up here, sister.”
“Ah, okay! Got it!”
Deciding it was better to distance myself from Ha-eun and Isabella, I quickly pursued Jackal.
‘He’s fast.’
I’d felt it even while watching his duel with Riak, but this Demon Race called Jackal certainly possessed executive-level strength.
The distance between Jackal and me gradually widened.
By the time his figure became too distant to see clearly with the naked eye.
“Exceed.”
Crackle, crackle!
Blue lightning erupted explosively, and my pace accelerated even further.
I became a single bolt of lightning, pursuing Jackal.
And then.
Crash!
“Kugh! Cough!”
From beyond a massive boulder came Jackal’s voice, filled with agony.
“Y-you… so it was you after all, you old bastard.”
A voice wrung out through gritted teeth.
Jackal knelt down heavily, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at someone.
“Old bastard…?”
I looked at an elderly man standing before the kneeling Jackal.
“Huh?”
The old man, holding a worn iron sword in one hand, tilted his head as he looked at me.
A radiant smile bloomed across his weathered face like flowers in full bloom.
“Wonderful! A good person, a good person indeed!”
The entity that Deimos’s knights had trembled in fear of, calling him the “Old Ghost.”
Baek Moo-gang of the Heavenly Authority was waving his hand vigorously toward Kwon O-jin.

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