Not A Regressor - Chapter 65

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 65
Heavy Rain (7)
‘What the hell.’
Mana so intense it made my skin prickle.
A dizzying chill spread down my spine.
‘What is this bastard? He has a second phase.’
His rank was definitely that of a mid-level official, wasn’t it?
By the feel of it, he seemed like a mid-boss at most, but why does he keep pulling out endless transformations like this?
‘Time… I don’t have much of it.’
Even now, the pain crushing my entire body was intensifying with each passing moment.
I’d already confirmed through the previous battle that I couldn’t endure the ‘Overload’ state for long.
‘I need to finish this as quickly as possible.’
Kwon O-jin bit his lip firmly.
The spear tip blazing with cerebral inflammation was directed toward Ashad Khan.
“Hngh!!”
Boom!
The earth crumpled as if a bomb had detonated.
Blue lightning tore across the Abandoned Factory shrouded in darkness.
“Useless.”
Ashad Khan declared coldly and slowly swung his curved blade.
The same leisurely, almost languid sword strike as before.
But the power contained within that strike was on an entirely different level now.
-Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!!!
A storm of black feathers swirled around, moving in tandem with the sword strike.
Like a torrential downpour whipping through the air.
Thousands upon thousands of feathers poured down upon Kwon O-jin’s head.
“Ugh!”
I stopped my charge.
Desperately stretched my right arm to the side.
Clang!
Without even confirming whether the wire had caught on the rebar, I poured all my power into the shooter’s mana.
My body attached to the wire moved rapidly to the side like a fish hooked on a fishing line.
But.
‘No, there are way too many even if I do this!’
Despite my quick reaction, I couldn’t completely escape the range of the black feathers.
The cascading black feathers erupted in violent explosions.
I instinctively created a wall of lightning.
The destructive power was considerably reduced compared to before.
But the sheer number.
No—an overwhelming number.
-Kwaaaaabooom!!!
“Cough!”
I was swept up in the explosion and sent flying.
My skin tore away, exposing raw flesh beneath.
“Grrrrgh!”
I bit my lip hard and barely managed to regain my stance.
At least I’d managed to escape the epicenter of the blast, so the damage was somewhat mitigated.
But that was all.
Ashad Khan, blessed by the Black Star, was overwhelmingly powerful—I couldn’t fathom how to defeat him.
“Still good at running away, I see.”
A languid voice reached me from behind.
“…!”
I spun around urgently and thrust my spear upward.
From groin to crown.
The spear, wreathed in lightning, split Ashad Khan’s body in two.
Viscera and blood spilled forth from the severed halves.
‘No.’
It couldn’t end this easily.
“Impressive.”
Just as I’d anticipated.
Ashad Khan’s bisected body dissolved into black feathers and vanished.
-Whoosh!
A curved blade swung low, targeting my right thigh.
I drove my spear into the ground, blocking the curved blade.
Clannnng!!!
The curved blade, engulfed in black radiance, savagely pushed against my spear shaft.
The impact was dizzying—as if I’d been struck by a siege hammer rather than a blade.
“Grrgh!!”
I squeezed every ounce of mana, manifesting lightning around my spear.
Blue flames of electrical discharge blazed across the entire length of the weapon.
‘Insane… the mana consumption!’
My physical body was still insufficient, causing mana expenditure to skyrocket.
A skill already notorious for heavy consumption, now compounded by this penalty—my mana drained at a terrifying rate.
I’d been confident that in terms of pure mana reserves, I could hold my own anywhere.
Yet even with that vast amount, maintaining the lightning was proving difficult.
“Heh. I didn’t expect you to block even this.”
Ashad Khan regarded me with apparent surprise.
But only for a moment.
Watching me tremble slightly, he smirked.
“But the real question is—how much longer can you endure?”
Whoooosh!!
Black light erupted upward in a violent burst.
The azure flames engulfing the spear shaft began to fade gradually, overwhelmed by the encroaching darkness.
“Ugh!”
Kwon O-jin gritted his teeth and barely withstood the assault.
Scraping together every last drop of mana that drained away like water from a bottomless vessel, I desperately pushed back the curved blade.
Or rather.
I tried to push it back.
“Futile.”
Once more.
The black light intensified.
A cold sneer played across Ashad Khan’s lips.
“No matter how much you struggle.”
Crack! Crackle!
Like fissures spreading across glass.
The silver spear wrapped in azure flames shattered.
“Within the owl’s time—you cannot escape.”
Crackcrackcrack!!
Shards of the destroyed spear embedded themselves into Kwon O-jin’s body.
Collarbone and shoulder, abdomen and thigh.
Sharp fragments tore through flesh.
“—Ah.”
“It’s over.”
With that cold declaration.
Shhwack!!!
The curved blade wrapped in black light severed my right arm.
From below the elbow, my right arm was cleanly severed, and crimson blood gushed forth.
“…You dodged the attack in that situation?”
Ashad Khan’s eyes widened in apparent surprise.
He had originally aimed for the neck, but in that brief moment as the spear shattered, Kwon O-jin managed to pull his body back, resulting in only the arm being severed.
“Well… it just prolonged the time before death, that’s all.”
Whether the neck was cut or the arm.
The fact that he had rendered me combat ineffective remained unchanged.
A warrior with a severed arm could not possibly continue fighting properly.
‘It’s finished.’
Ashad Khan slowly released the tension from his hand gripping the curved blade.
A languid gaze turned toward Kwon O-jin.
My entire body pierced through by sharp shards created as the silver spear shattered, clutching at my severed right arm—a pitiful sight.
The amount of blood pouring out was so profuse that death from shock would be unsurprising.
At this rate, I would die on my own without even needing to sever the neck.
“━It’s over, damn it.”
“…!!”
“Who said it was over?”
Boom!
Kwon O-jin, who had been hunched over, snapped his torso upright like a spring.
With his remaining arm, he clenched his fist and lunged forward with savage ferocity.
“Ha.”
Ashad Khan watched Kwon O-jin charge at him as if the sight were absurd.
“Persistent bastard.”
He regarded Kwon O-jin with an expression of utter disgust.
His momentum was fierce beyond measure.
‘Slow.’
Having already shed blood approaching lethal quantities, his movements were sluggish and labored.
Whoosh.
Ashad Khan pivoted his body to the left and swung his curved blade lightly toward Kwon O-jin’s remaining arm.
-Crunch.
The curved sword cleaved smoothly through the arm, splitting it in two.
Blood cascaded from the arm, now divided from fist to elbow.
It wasn’t severed like his right arm had been.
Yet the agony was so horrific that amputation would have been a mercy.
“You should have just stayed still. Why did you have to invite more punishment….”
Cutting through Ashad Khan’s words, which carried a bitter sneer,
“I told you━ don’t decide it’s over!”
He swung his right arm—now nothing but an elbow—like a club, striking Ashad Khan’s cheek.
-Crack!!
“Cough!!”
Ashad Khan hadn’t imagined being struck by an arm with only an elbow remaining. He took the blow and crashed backward.
Mounting the fallen Ashad Khan’s body, he drove his forehead down like a hammer onto the bridge of his nose.
“Now! This! Is! Just! The! Beginning! Huh?!”
-Smash! Crack! Thud!
Once, twice, three times.
Even as the skin of his forehead tore open, he struck with all his remaining strength.
“So! Who! The! Hell! Do! You! Think! You! Are! To! Decide! It’s! Over!!!”
“Aaahhhhh!!”
Ashad Khan’s reflexively thrown fist struck Kwon O-jin’s cheek.
Crunch! Crack!
His nasal bone shatters.
Broken front teeth pierce his throat, mixed with blood.
His collapsed cheekbone tears at his eye socket.
And yet.
I don’t stop.
I don’t back down.
Again, and again.
I channel all my strength and drive my forehead downward.
“Grrgh! You… you absolute madman!!!”
“Cough!!!”
Ashad Khan scrambles to his feet and drives his heel into Kwon O-jin’s abdomen.
Kwon O-jin coughs blood and rolls across the ground.
“Grrgh!”
Ashad Khan grimaces and touches his nose.
Warm blood stains his hand.
“Damn it!”
A string of curses flows unbidden.
To sustain such injuries even while blessed—it’s unthinkable.
And against an opponent whose entire body is mangled by shattered spear fragments, with one arm severed.
“Don’t you dare end this on your own terms…?”
Ashad Khan strides toward the fallen Kwon O-jin.
He stomps brutally on the fallen man’s knee.
Crack! Crunch! Crunch!!!
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!”
The trampled leg bends grotesquely.
“There! Isn’t this what you wanted? Why are you lying there like an idiot?”
He keeps his weight on the crushed knee and twists his foot like grinding out a cigarette.
Splintered bone pierces through the knee and juts outward.
“Get up! Get up and fight me more!”
“Grrgh! Gaaaahhhhh!!!”
Ashad Khan tramples the fallen Kwon O-jin’s body thoroughly.
Ensuring maximum agony.
He grinds his limbs relentlessly.
“Hah… hah!”
Minutes pass like this.
“….”
No screams escape from the fallen Kwon O-jin anymore.
“…Ptui!”
Ashad Khan spits out the blood pooling in his mouth.
Kwon O-jin’s unexpected counterattack had excited him far more than anticipated.
‘Insane bastard.’
Recalling his image—driving his forehead down with a manic shriek—sends a chill down my spine.
I’ve faced countless enemies in my time.
But never have I encountered such a relentless monster, not even in the Demon Realm.
‘Still.’
Ashad Khan steadied his ragged breathing and looked down at the fallen Kwon O-jin.
His body, now a mangled mass of blood, was barely recognizable as human.
‘Now it’s truly over.’
That thought alone was enough.
“Huff, hehehehe.”
Laughter escaped unbidden from my lips.
“Hahahaha!! Finally, finally!!”
A thrilling rush coursed through me.
More than the exhilaration of victory over an enemy, it was the profound relief of never having to face that madman again that overwhelmed me.
I continued laughing for some time after that.
“…How pathetic.”
Whoosh.
A deep sigh replaced the laughter.
Ashad Khan clicked his tongue and traced the seven marks etched beside his Constellation mark with his fingers.
A 7-star Awakened User had barely managed to defeat a 4-star Awakened User while blessed by a Constellation—what was there to cackle about?
Had Cheon Do-yoon known of this, he would have stripped me of my position as Director on the spot.
But.
Even knowing that.
‘Still… it’s over.’
I couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across my lips.
-Patter, patter.
“Hmm?”
A cold sensation registered on my head.
One drop, then another.
Raindrops seeping into the parched earth.
“Come to think of it, wasn’t there a typhoon warning today?”
I narrowed my eyes, gazing up at the sky heavy with dark clouds.
-Whoooooosh!!!
Less than thirty seconds after the first drops began to fall, rain poured down with tremendous force.
“Ugh!”
Perhaps it was the rainwater seeping into my wounds.
A sharp groan escaped from Ashad Khan’s lips.
‘Did I overexert myself?’
I lifted my shirt slightly and looked down at my left chest where the Constellation mark was inscribed.
Centered on the owl-shaped Constellation mark etched across my chest, grotesque veins like tree roots bulged outward.
“I should head back soon.”
Thinking of the price the blessing would soon exact.
I needed to escape this place as quickly as possible.
‘…I should report to that person that the operation was successful.’
The entity that had informed him of Valhalla Guild and Noerang’s cooperative relationship.
I recalled the ‘King’s Proxy’—the one who practically led the Black Star Society in place of Cheon Do-yoon, who rarely showed his face.
‘They said he was at the Association right now.’
If that were the case, I would need to be cautious with any contact.
Ashad Khan fastened the curved blade at his waist and turned his body.
Step, step.
I moved slowly, treading upon the parched earth.
“Hmm?”
Something.
It was strange.
‘Dry… soil?’
I reached my hand toward the ground.
Dry earth crumbled through my fingers.
“…What?”
In the midst of torrential rain pouring down as if the heavens had split open.
How could ‘dry soil’ possibly exist?
When I turned my head to survey my surroundings, I saw that not just where I stood, but the entire ground in this area was parched.
Yes.
As if.
The pouring rainwater were being absorbed somewhere.
“Where… are… you… going?”
“…!!!!”
Ashad Khan spun around urgently.
“What… what is this? How did you… how…?”
I stared at Kwon O-jin, who was slowly rising to his feet with wide, blazing eyes.
“Honestly, I didn’t calculate this far ahead.”
Wobble, wobble.
I rose to my feet.
I stepped on the earth with my mangled legs.
Crack, crack!
As if a video were being played in reverse.
My legs, twisted at grotesque angles, found their proper places.
The bone that had pierced through my skin and jutted out retreated back beneath the flesh.
“If you received the blessing of the Black Star or whatever, shouldn’t I have at least this much blessing too?”
Bubble, bubble.
New flesh sprouted from the wound’s edges as if boiling over.
My severed arms regained their pristine form as if nothing had ever happened.
“Haa.”
I spread both arms wide toward the downpouring rain.
Cold droplets struck my skin.
I closed my eyes and let the torrential downpour wash over me, embracing every drop with my entire being.
[The surrounding area is saturated with the essence of water.]
[The efficiency of《Hydro Affinity Lv MAX》 skill skyrockets explosively!]
“Earlier… you mentioned something about the owl’s time?”
I smiled, baring my teeth in a fierce grin.
I slowly opened my eyes that had been shut.
“Then.”
From this moment on.
“━it’s my time.”
Beneath the dark sky shrouded in heavy clouds.
A pair of azure eyes gleamed with savage intensity.

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