Not A Regressor - Chapter 332

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 332
Treasure Hunt (11)
A blade as pristine white as a snowy field.
The sword stretched forth in an elegant curve, its beauty so breathtaking that an involuntary gasp escaped my lips, and its surface was etched with delicate snowflake patterns that appeared to have been carved by a master craftsman of legendary renown.
A legendary blade that required no words to describe.
No—even the term “legendary blade” felt far too modest when standing before this white sword.
‘A divine artifact.’
A blade forged not by human hands, but by the hands of a god.
The moment it was drawn from its sheath, a biting cold seeped into my body like venom.
My breath escaped as wisps of crystalline frost, and my muscles throughout my entire frame stiffened as though I had plunged into ice water.
‘I never imagined I’d feel such cold inside a volcano.’
Had I known better, I should have brought a vest with cold resistance instead of one with flame resistance.
I examined the white blade gripped in Deimos’s hand with sharp eyes.
‘How is that supposed to be angular?’
I couldn’t tell if it was light or heavy without lifting it, but at the very least, the description of it being angular didn’t fit this blade at all.
-My treasure! Give it back!
Baek Moo-gang’s voice rang out excitedly from within the crystal sphere.
Deimos turned his head toward the direction of the voice, and a low exclamation escaped his lips.
“So that’s how it turned out.”
A thin, bloodstained smile played at the corners of Deimos’s mouth.
“So Deneb’s Holy Sword was the goal all along.”
Deimos lifted the white blade he held with ease.
Deneb’s Holy Sword was the most precious treasure among the thousands and tens of thousands of treasures he possessed.
How much suffering had he endured to obtain this blade?
It was a Holy Sword he had obtained with great difficulty by finding Deneb’s first apostle, all while bearing the constraints of the Divine Law.
There was no way he could return it, no matter how much the old man pleaded.
“Persistent bastard.”
Deimos glared at Baek Moo-gang, visible beyond the crystal sphere, with an expression of utter disgust.
Even after shaking him off several times and driving him to the brink of death, that mad old man refused to give up and continued to pursue him.
‘If I’d known he was this stubborn, I would have killed him long ago.’
He had refrained from killing him to avoid drawing Deneb’s wrath.
But seeing Baek Moo-gang pursue him all the way to his own domain, an irresistible murderous intent surged within him.
“This works out perfectly. I’ve always wanted to kill him with my own hands.”
Deimos glared at the crystal sphere, his eyes brimming with thick killing intent.
Before, he couldn’t kill him because of Deneb, but the situation had changed now.
‘Once that person awakens, all the Constellations will be devoured.’
He raised the Holy Sword, radiating dense murderous intent.
Before killing Baek Moo-gang, he intended to dispose of the human who appeared to be his accomplice first.
“Deneb’s Holy Sword, then….”
I raised my spear to follow Deimos, muttering softly to myself.
I could tell at a glance it wasn’t just an ordinary sword, but I never imagined Deneb had forged it himself.
‘It’s worth searching for with eyes wide open.’
The word “treasure” itself felt insufficient to describe something so precious.
It wasn’t merely valuable—if it was an object that proved my qualifications as Deneb’s ‘First Apostle’, then I couldn’t help but become obsessed with it.
‘But something….’
A strange dissonance, like misaligned gears.
I furrowed my brow, continuing my thoughts, but soon shook my head.
‘Later.’
I had no time for pointless speculation.
I tightened my grip on the spear in my hand and drew upon the stigma’s power.
The Lyra Constellation stigma inscribed on my left chest blazed with light, and vast magical energy surged through my entire body.
“Hgh!”
Boom!
As if perfectly synchronized, Deimos and I kicked off the ground simultaneously.
Crossing blue lightning and white flames.
A violent impact swept through the Golden Treasury.
“Ugh…”
Deimos gazed at the treasures scattered across the floor, his expression so sorrowful he looked ready to weep at any moment.
But this time, he didn’t throw himself forward to protect the treasures.
“You worm…!”
Instead, his eyes burning with hatred, he unleashed even fiercer attacks upon me.
“Kgh!”
White flames danced.
Each swing of the holy sword sent fierce flames roaring forth as if to consume me.
“Ha, ha!”
Wherever the pure white fire touched, my skin withered, and a dizzying chill pierced through my body.
‘Damn, he’s strong.’
So that’s why he’s called a ‘Grand Duke’.
Deimos’s power was so formidable that even I, now an advanced awakener, couldn’t match him.
“Die.”
White flames erupted from the holy sword, pouring toward me.
I desperately threw myself to the side to evade.
‘Damn it!’
White frost that had already crept up to my ankles hindered my movement.
Just as the fierce white flames were about to engulf me.
“My treasure, give it back!”
Crash!
With a violent roar, Baek Moo-gang came flying into the treasury.
Wielding a rusted iron sword, Baek Moo-gang blocked in front of me and swung his blade.
The Cygnus Constellation stigma blazed brilliantly.
White frost erupted from the iron sword, mingling with the white flames.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
Bitter cold radiated outward in all directions.
The Golden Treasury, which had maintained optimal temperatures to preserve hundreds and thousands of treasures, had frozen solid like a deep freezer.
“Kwon O-jin!”
“O-jin! You made it out!”
[Are you alright!]
Ha-eun, Isabella, and Vega arrived in quick succession.
The three women who approached Kwon O-jin stiffened as they gazed upon the necrotic skin glowing with a sickly pallor.
“How dare that dried squid bastard lay a hand on our O-jin!”
Dried squid seemed a bit harsh.
“Please, just hold still for a moment.”
Isabella retrieved a potion from her handbag and poured it generously over the necrotic skin.
Despite applying the finest potion without hesitation, once-necrotic flesh did not recover easily from such damage.
“How dare he harm my Kwon O-jin.”
Crunch.
She ground her teeth ominously, her eyes devoid of light as she glared at Deimos.
“I’m fine now.”
I shook my head and gripped the spear once more.
Wounds inflicted by white flames were nearly impossible to heal anyway.
It would be better to combine our strength and attack Deimos instead of wasting time here.
“Hmm. I was too late.”
Deimos clicked his tongue as he regarded me and my companions.
He had wanted to dispose of me before my allies arrived, but their resistance proved stronger than anticipated, and his plan had failed.
“Then.”
Deimos withdrew a golden medallion from his bosom.
A golden medallion engraved with the emblem of a horned demon.
“Come forth, my knights.”
Whoooooosh!
As he raised the medallion high, an intense golden radiance burst forth in all directions as though the sun itself had risen.
Demons clad in golden armor emerged from within the luminous aura.
Nearly a hundred knights spread out and formed ranks throughout the Golden Treasury.
I narrowed my eyes as I surveyed the assembled knights.
‘So that’s why he came alone.’
I never imagined he possessed a sacred relic capable of summoning knights.
“Tsk.”
Though their numbers were fewer than the demons I had faced in the Draconian Kingdom, their quality was on an entirely different level.
‘Several seem to be officers mixed in among them.’
Deimos raised his holy sword and spoke in a low voice.
“Kill these rats who dared to covet my treasures and sneak in here.”
“Glory to gold!”
The Golden Knights charged toward us.
“Noona, I’m counting on you to handle them.”
“Got it. I’ll roast them all nice and crispy.”
No one was better suited than Ha-eun for dealing with multiple demons.
Ha-eun pulled out a cigarette from her pack and bared her teeth savagely.
“Bella, watch over noona for me.”
“Rather, I should—”
“Please.”
“…Yes.”
For Ha-eun to unleash her attacks without worry, she needed a solid vanguard holding the line in front.
Of course, there was the option of me taking the vanguard while Isabella faced Deimos.
‘But I can’t just take hits and retreat.’
I gazed down at my necrotic skin and raised my spear.
And this time, I wouldn’t be facing Deimos alone either.
[I shall provide support from behind, yes!]
Vega, of course.
“The treasure! I need to find my treasure!”
And Baek Moo-gang was there too, fidgeting anxiously and stamping his feet.
“Let’s go, sir.”
“Yes! I’ll punish the bad guy!”
The moment I gave permission, Baek Moo-gang rushed toward Deimos.
Steel clashed against steel, the metallic ring echoing loudly.
“Give me the treasure!”
Baek Moo-gang pressed Deimos back with fluid, flowing sword strikes.
But then.
“Still as noisy as ever, I see.”
Crack!
The rusted iron sword in Baek Moo-gang’s hand shattered into pieces.
“Wh-what?”
Baek Moo-gang stared at the broken blade in bewilderment.
“Use this instead!”
I grabbed a sword and tossed it to Baek Moo-gang.
It was just a blade lying around nearby, but it was a masterwork that couldn’t even be compared to the rusted iron sword he’d been using.
“I’m not used to this.”
“You’ll have to use it regardless.”
After all, I couldn’t face Deimos bare-handed.
“Hgh!”
The clash with Deimos resumed.
Vega’s lightning bolts soared through the air, pressuring Deimos appropriately, while Baek Moo-gang, now wielding the new blade, added his strength to the fight.
“Grrraaagh!”
Deimos staggered backward, swallowing hard.
‘This is far more manageable.’
Facing Deimos alone had been a grueling ordeal, but with Vega’s support and now Baek Moo-gang joining the fray, I found myself with breathing room.
‘If I can just time the Thunder God’s Body correctly.’
If I could unleash the true Thunder God’s Body—not the abbreviated version—I could land a decisive blow.
“Buy me some time!”
[Understood, I shall!]
“Got it! I’ll listen to you!”
Baek Moo-gang surged forward, pressing Deimos relentlessly.
I retreated, concentrating mana into my right arm.
‘Charge, charge, charge.’
Layers upon layers—more than ten stacked.
A dizzying torrent of mana began condensing within my right arm.
My right arm, swollen with compressed mana, looked ready to burst.
Excruciating pain coursed through my limb.
“Charge.”
Crackle-crackle-crackle-crack!
My right arm exploded outward, replaced by an arm wreathed in lightning.
“Move aside!”
I rushed past Baek Moo-gang and swung the Thunder God’s arm.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
A tidal wave of blue lightning engulfed Deimos.
“Kyaaaaaaagh!”
Deimos rolled his eyes back, his scream piercing with agony.
“Ah, ah-uh, ah.”
Drool spilled from his mouth as he collapsed.
“My, my treasure. My, my gold.”
He crawled desperately toward the gold swept away by the lightning torrent.
Most of the gold caught in the deluge lay shattered into pathetic fragments.
“Ah, ah-ah.”
Deimos curled into a ball, clutching the broken gold in both hands.
And then.
Crunch, gulp, gulp.
He crammed the gold greedily into his mouth.
“No one….”
His eyes, gleaming with madness, fixed upon me.
“No one can take my treasure.”
Crunch! Gulp-gulp!
With each piece of gold he consumed, Deimos’s withered frame swelled grotesquely, as if pumped full of steroids.
“What in the world is that…?”
I stared slack-jawed at Deimos, who swelled larger with each mouthful of gold he consumed.
If it were merely a matter of size, I could overlook it.
The magical power radiating from Deimos amplified exponentially with every scrap of gold he devoured.
So that’s why things had been progressing too smoothly—the bastard was growing stronger by consuming gold.
‘Does every opponent I face have a second phase?’
Is this some kind of dark fantasy?

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