Not A Regressor - Chapter 92

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 92
Ancient Constellations (3)
A handsome man so charming that even other men couldn’t help but admire him.
The youth, radiating freshness beyond mere neatness, flashed a bright smile and extended his hand.
‘Cheon Woo-sung.’
The son of Cheon Do-yoon, the Owl King, and the one who effectively led the ‘Owl’ faction of the Black Star Society.
And.
“I heard you were an executive, but you’re younger than I expected.”
A catfish that had snuck into the Association.
“Ha ha! Many people have supported me, so that’s how it turned out. For me, it’s an honor beyond words.”
An honor, my ass.
He’d seized the executive position through scheming and coercion, yet spoke so smoothly.
‘Well, I suppose.’
If it’s a skill, then it’s a skill.
“By the way… what brings you to the Association?”
Cheon Woo-sung narrowed his eyes as he studied Kwon O-jin.
“I’ll be leaving South Korea soon. I came to discuss the schedule.”
Of course, I had no plans to leave South Korea.
But there was one thing I needed to confirm.
“Hmm. Are you going to Italy again?”
As expected.
He knew about my trip to Italy.
“Ha ha. Isabella invited me, you see.”
“An invitation from the Saint of Rome? That’s quite enviable.”
Cheon Woo-sung shrugged his shoulders with feigned nonchalance.
“Fortunately, Isabella seems to
‘quite like me’
very much.”
“…Is that so?”
Flinch.
Cheon Woo-sung’s shoulders trembled slightly.
Kwon O-jin observed his reaction and smirked.
‘Perfect.’
He was indeed wary of Isabella.
‘Well, it would be stranger if he weren’t.’
I recalled Isabella’s image—that eerie smile as she licked blood from her lips with seductive grace.
The overwhelming power to obliterate hundreds of Awakened Users with a simple gesture.
The ruthless nature that slaughtered anything that displeased her without hesitation.
My plan to eliminate her using the Marco Family had failed, so he must be burning with anxiety right now.
‘In such a situation, he wouldn’t dare touch someone Isabella has taken a liking to.’
The truth doesn’t matter.
The mere possibility that it could be true is enough to constrain the other party’s movements.
‘And besides, I wasn’t even lying.’
Though I suppose the meaning was a bit different.
It was true that Isabella had taken quite a liking to me.
“Then I do hope you’ll cultivate a good relationship with her. If you become close with a world-renowned figure like the Saint of Rome, it would be tremendously beneficial to the Association.”
His momentary hesitation quickly passed.
Cheon Woo-sung flashed a bright smile and shook Kwon O-jin’s hand firmly.
“By the way.”
His gaze shifted toward Ha-eun.
“Who is the person standing behind you…?”
His eyes widened dramatically as he looked at Ha-eun.
“…!!”
Cheon Woo-sung, his expression one of shock, took a step or two backward.
‘…What is this?’
Why would he be so startled just by seeing Ha-eun?
“Is something the matter?”
“Ah… Yes? Haha. It’s nothing. Just that she’s so beautiful, that’s all.”
Cheon Woo-sung shook his head and offered an excuse, but—
‘He’s lying.’
His shock wasn’t simply because Ha-eun was beautiful.
There was another reason.
‘What on earth is it?’
Why was he reacting with such alarm upon seeing Ha-eun?
It was difficult to discern the reason.
“Why don’t you stop paying attention to her? She’s not interested in you.”
Ha-eun frowned, her displeasure evident.
“Haha. My apologies. I’ve been quite rude, haven’t I?”
Cheon Woo-sung bowed respectfully and apologized.
“In any case, it’s a great honor to welcome such exceptional Awakened Users as yourselves into the Association.”
With a warm smile, he retrieved a business card from his pocket.
“Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever need my assistance.”
“Of course. Thank you.”
Kwon O-jin accepted Cheon Woo-sung’s business card with a slight nod.
“Then, I wish you both a pleasant day.”
With that formal farewell, Cheon Woo-sung departed.
“So that guy’s a spy for the Black Star Society, huh?”
Ha-eun watched his retreating figure, her eyes narrowing.
“Though I’d never have guessed he was part of that insane organization just by looking at him. He seems perfectly normal.”
“His heart is rotten, so don’t give him any attention whatsoever.”
The fact that he’d shown interest in Ha-eun irritated me, and my voice came out rougher than intended.
“Huh? What, is our Kwon O-jin getting jealous?”
Ha-eun grinned wickedly and poked my ribs repeatedly.
“You’re cute, you know that?”
“…That’s not what I meant.”
“Kyahahaha! Seriously, how would you survive without this noona? You little brat, you!”
“….”
I wanted to tell her she had it all wrong, but seeing how happy she was made me hesitate.
“Anyway.”
Ha-eun crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes sharply.
“…Isabella—isn’t she that saint from Rome? How do you know her?”
“I met her briefly during the last mission. Remember when we caught Hydra? She pretended to know about it because she saw the broadcast.”
“So you’re close?”
“Lies. We barely talked.”
“Hmm.”
Ha-eun regarded me suspiciously for a moment, then nodded.
“Well, either way, you’ll have to fight that bastard eventually, right?”
“Probably.”
The word “eventually” might be too generous—that day might come sooner than expected.
The Black Star Society’s movements were growing increasingly violent.
‘For now, only those in the know are aware.’
But soon, they’d become infamous throughout South Korea—known to everyone.
‘No, that’s not quite right.’
I twisted my lips into a smirk.
Soon, I would personally spread their notoriety far and wide.
‘Go ahead and hide all you want.’
Hide if you must.
Run if you must.
‘I’ll drag you out by the hair and expose you to the world.’
Those cockroaches crawling through the shadows, concealing their identities—I would drag them into the light for all to see.
And.
‘I’ll devour every last one of you.’
Last time, I’d unfortunately failed to absorb the Marco Family’s stigma because of Isabella.
But this time would be different.
I would consume every stigma, every ounce of magical power, every holy relic they possessed.
Everything they’d desperately accumulated while hiding in the Demon Realm.
I would take it all with my own hands.
‘They said they were building a center to protect non-awakened individuals.’
Perhaps to the powerless, the Black Star Society seemed like saviors.
Heroes protecting the weak and turning their blades against the strong.
‘What does it matter.’
It was irrelevant.
Whether they were saviors or heroes—what difference did any of it make?
‘I.’
I gazed at Ha-eun with eyes that had sunk into profound darkness.
She laughed, feigning indifference with a cocky air.
Yet I gently grasped her trembling hand, barely perceptible in its quivering.
“Huh? W-what, what’s wrong all of a sudden?”
Ha-eun’s cheeks flushed like apples as she averted her gaze.
If it meant protecting her.
If it meant never releasing this warmth I held in my palm.
‘Nothing else matters.’
I cared not how much the powerless suffered or were sacrificed.
So long as I could protect her.
I could trample thousands, tens of thousands of lives underfoot with a smile.
“…Kwon O-jin?”
This was how I had lived.
This was how I was living.
Beyond this way of existence.
I knew no other path.
“Don’t worry. You won’t need to fight that bastard.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I have a trump card prepared to deal with him.”
Even though no such thing existed.
“You just stay put.”
Somehow.
I would create it.
“Heh. Here you go again with that nonsense.”
Ha-eun pouted her lips and tightened her grip around my arm with renewed strength.
A soft sensation.
Her warmth enveloped my arm.
“I’m still way stronger than you right now, you know? Don’t you know I just reached 8-Star?”
“I’m well aware.”
Ha-eun continued, lifting her chin with pride.
“You’re the one who should stay still. Your older sister will protect you.”
“Sure, sure.”
“Hey, you don’t believe me, do you? Want to test it out in the training room?”
“Let’s grab lunch first. I’m starving.”
“Oh, sounds good. What do you want to eat? Your older sister just got hired—my treat!”
Ha-eun beamed brightly as she pulled me along by the arm.
“….”
Kwon O-jin followed her into the Elevator with a faint smile playing at his lips.
* * *
An executive office located within the Association.
Cheon Woo-sung sat in an elegant chair, engaged in a phone conversation.
“Yes, I found him. Father!”
[Hehehehe. Who would have thought someone with the ‘Dragon’s Gaze’ was hiding in such a place.]
A cunning laugh echoed through the phone.
[With this, we can accelerate the plan.]
“Hehe. I’ve already made all the preparations!”
Cheon Woo-sung cried out in an eager, impatient voice.
He resembled a child trembling before a delectable birthday feast.
The genteel image had vanished without a trace, leaving only a boy wearing the shell of a young man.
[Hehehehe. It seems you’ve been waiting quite eagerly.]
“You know well how desperately I’ve longed for this day, Father!”
His voice brimmed with excitement.
[Yes, yes. How could I not understand your heart, my son?]
The old man continued in a low voice.
[Good. Execute the plan at once.]
“Yes! Father!”
Cheon Woo-sung nodded with a radiant smile.
“Ah… but it seems difficult to deal with the Weaver Star’s apostle right now.”
[Hmm. Why is that?]
“The Leech Queen has taken an interest in Noe-rang.”
[….]
At the mention of the Leech Queen, the old man on the other end of the line fell silent, his jaw tightening.
[Hehehehe…. That woman requires careful handling.]
“Yes.”
[However.]
The old man’s voice dropped to a sinister tone.
[If she becomes an obstacle to the plan, do not hesitate to eliminate her.]
“I shall keep that in mind!”
Snap!
Cheon Woo-sung saluted the empty air with a shout.
[Hehehehe.]
The old man’s laughter flowed through the phone, clearly pleased by his son’s spirited response.
[My son.]
“Yes, Father!”
[You haven’t forgotten about your mother’s matter, have you?]
A slight flinch.
Cheon Woo-sung’s shoulders trembled.
The bright, radiant expression on the boy’s face turned cold and harsh.
His teeth ground together as his eyes filled with a chilling, palpable hatred.
“Of course.”
Black demonic energy rippled across his clenched fists.
“Not for a single moment since that day have I forgotten.”
[Hehehehe, that’s right.]
The old man laughed with satisfaction.
“The blessing of the Black Star.”
[The blessing of the Black Star.]
The call ended after the brief chant.
“….”
Only silence remained in the room.
“Owls.”
-Whoooosh!
At his quiet summons, black feathers swirled violently as men in black robes materialized in the office.
“Execute the plan immediately.”
“…But.”
One man looked up at him with wavering eyes.
“If we execute the plan now, many unawakened people will….”
“There’s no choice.”
His voice fell like a blade—resolute and final.
Cheon Woo-sung walked slowly toward the man.
Step, step.
With each footfall, black demonic energy surged and filled the entire room.
“Gack! Kugh!”
The man trembled violently under the suffocating pressure radiating from Cheon Woo-sung.
His body convulsed in agony as he clutched at his throat, gasping and choking.
“This is a noble sacrifice to honor the will of the Black Star.”
“Hack! Kgh!”
“Surely you haven’t forgotten the will of the Black Star, have you?”
Cheon Woo-sung’s eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
“Grrk, kgh!”
The man’s face drained of all color.
“No answer?”
As Cheon Woo-sung’s expression grew increasingly savage,
-Thruuuust!!!
“Kaaagh!!”
A long spear blade pierced through the man’s abdomen and withdrew.
“Hehe. There’s no need to wait for an answer from such a useless fool, Woo-sung.”
The middle-aged man with a long sword scar etched beside his right eye pierced the man’s abdomen with a spear of black light.
“Park Geon-woo.”
Park Geon-woo.
A high-ranking executor of the Black Star Society and Cheon Woo-sung’s right hand.
“━Excellent work!”
Cheon Woo-sung flashed a bright smile and gave a thumbs up.
“Hehehehe. We cannot allow anyone who dares doubt the will of the Black Star to live.”
“Haha! There’s no one else like Park Geon-woo, I tell you.”
Cheon Woo-sung nodded repeatedly, clearly pleased.
Park Geon-woo flicked the blood from his spear with fluid grace and knelt respectfully on one knee.
“Master Woo-sung. I will take full command and oversee this operation.”
“Ah, with Park Geon-woo in charge, I can rest easy. I’ll leave it to you.”
“Yes, sir!”
Park Geon-woo answered with vigor and rose to his feet.
“Then I shall begin the plan at once!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
He vanished into the air along with the corpse of the man whose abdomen had been pierced through.
The other owls followed Park Geon-woo, disappearing from the office.
“…Well.”
Cheon Woo-sung gazed down at the Seoul streets visible below the Association Building and smiled faintly.
“Now it begins.”
Now.
The day of vengeance against those Awakened Users he had despised and cursed for so long was drawing near.
“Ahhh.”
He spread both arms wide and lifted his head.
He reached his hands toward the blue sky.
“Mom… are you watching?”
A tender smile graced Cheon Woo-sung’s lips.
But it was fleeting.
“Keep watching.”
The tender smile vanished, replaced by a twisted grin etched with hatred.
“I will have my revenge━ I promise you.”
The boy wearing the shell of a young man
murmured softly, gazing down at the gray-toned city.

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