The 7th-Run Regressor Collects Calamities - Chapter 53

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Episode 53. Rest (2)
“I think you’ll only need this much… the rest can probably be disposed of.”
“Then… we’ll go ahead and sell everything else.”
In Song Ji-hu’s Apartment’s living room, the party had returned from their battle and lay scattered across the sofa, catching their breath.
Only Ryu Jin sorted through the spoils with gleaming eyes, picking out what he could use, while Yoon Young-su organized the rest.
“This should help the guild finances quite a bit, shouldn’t it?”
At those words, Song Ji-hu let out a soft laugh and shook his head.
“Isn’t the guild’s finances already well-covered by just what we received from USAA and Yakumo? Money will keep flowing in anyway.”
“Well, money certainly is abundant… but isn’t more always better? With reserves and all, and you never know when or where or how you’ll need funds, after all.”
Song Ji-hu shook his head at Yoon Young-su’s words.
“That would normally be true.”
If the subject weren’t him. There was already the matter of Mental Contamination treatment costs, and there were still quite a few pieces of information he hadn’t touched yet.
“This is the guild’s first Gate, isn’t it? So….”
Song Ji-hu looked toward Ryu Jin and Yoon Young-su.
It was important to take good care of those around him. Especially when it came to money—he had to make sure there were no problems on that front.
“Let’s divide it into five equal shares. Salaries are salaries, but don’t you think bonuses like this are necessary too?”
He didn’t know when or where they might try to exploit a weakness, so he had to shore up that team in advance. Money was a particularly effective weapon for targeting such gaps.
“What? All of this? Everything? That’s no small sum….”
“Yes. All of it. Days like this should happen too.”
Yoon Young-su stared at the spoils he’d set aside, his expression bewildered.
He wouldn’t know the exact amount until they actually sold it, but even split five ways, each person would walk away with hundreds of millions in hand.
“I’ll make sure to get the absolute maximum price.”
Yoon Young-su clenched his fist. Whether as the Hunter Association chairman’s secretary or here now, he received a respectable salary, but a non-Hunter’s pay was predictable and limited.
“Pfft… I’ll trust you with it. Let me know once everything’s handled.”
While Yoon Young-su burned with enthusiasm, Ryu Jin had devoted all his attention to the spoils he’d selected.
What drew his greatest interest was the Guardian’s Core.
“I’ve seen quite a lot of metals… but never anything like this.”
Ideas bubbled up endlessly in the blacksmith’s mind.
Just imagining what kind of item this could become if properly refined made his fingertips tingle with anticipation.
“Ah.”
Then Eun Seo-jin, who’d been sitting on one end of the sofa, quietly drew her sword.
Seol Pung. Two long blades that had stood by his side for all these years.
“Hmm….”
Eun Seo-jin’s hand froze as she examined the blade for maintenance.
“What?”
The edge had notches along its length. The price paid for cleaving the Collector’s massive frame and countless wraiths. It was beyond what a whetstone could repair.
“Ryu Jin, could you take a look at my sword?”
At Song Ji-hu’s request, Ryu Jin set down the core and approached.
“Of course! Let me see.”
Eun Seo-jin handed over the blade without a word. Ryu Jin took it, held it up to the light, and slowly traced his fingertips along the edge.
Then, after a moment of silence, he looked at Eun Seo-jin.
“This sword… I think it’s time to let it go.”
Ryu Jin’s voice was firm.
“The grain of the blade itself has reached the end of its life. You could force it to continue, but… it will definitely break.”
Eun Seo-jin took back the blade and examined it. Just as Ryu Jin said, the metal itself seemed to have run its course—the color looked dull and tired.
“You’ve served your master well all this time.”
Eun Seo-jin gave a short nod and sheathed the sword. Though Ryu Jin was right that she needed to let it go, she’d do it her own way.
“I’ll need to prepare a new blade.”
“You said you’d get one eventually.”
Having been too busy crossing the line of death at Song Ji-hu’s side without a moment’s rest, she simply hadn’t had the chance—but now she really did need to prepare.
“This works out perfectly.”
Song Ji-hu, who’d been observing the exchange, slowly rose from the sofa.
He’d been meaning to ask for a favor anyway. He set two items he’d obtained from clearing the Incheon Gate before Ryu Jin.
[Sound Wave Core]
“Oh, this is….”
Ryu Jin looked as though he might lose his mind from the endless stream of items being presented to him.
“I’d like you to craft some items from these.”
“Of course!”
After bringing out all the items, Song Ji-hu turned to Eun Seo-jin and spoke.
“And I’m entrusting you with making your new sword too.”
At Song Ji-hu’s words, Eun Seo-jin nodded and retrieved the Corroded Crown Fragment of the Fallen King and the Blessing of Purification, both obtained from the Incheon Gate.
“I’d like them made into a pair of swords, like Seol Pung.”
Ryu Jin picked up the crown fragment, his eyes lighting up.
“These are all premium materials. Even corroded, this quality… this must be an item from a boss monster. Hmm… this is interesting.”
Ryu Jin’s eyes gleamed again. It wasn’t just that each item he received was extraordinary; more than that, they stirred his craftsman’s spirit.
“A crown fragment and the Blessing of Purification…”
Dual swords forged from the crown fragment, enhanced with the Blessing of Purification—the form of the blades was already taking shape in his mind.
“Thank you.”
Eun Seo-jin offered Song Ji-hu a brief bow.
“Then could I ask you to make a shield for me too?”
Im Jae-hyeok, who had been sprawled on the sofa, suddenly sprang to his feet, interest kindled in his eyes.
“Mine got completely smashed up, you know. Having Ryu Jin make me a new one would be amazing.”
A smile bloomed across Ryu Jin’s face, his shoulders lifting with excitement.
“Of course I will! Leaving that core unused would be a sin against any craftsman.”
As the apartment’s atmosphere rose to a peak, Song Ji-hu added quietly:
“And one more thing. I need an item that increases mental power.”
At Song Ji-hu’s words, Ryu Jin looked up.
Song Ji-hu’s greatest weakness at present was that his C-rank Mental Power Vessel and his level couldn’t contain the proficiency of his soul.
Moreover, since all his skills consumed mental power, that limitation had always been his bottleneck.
Especially in moments like today, when facing an Apostle’s True Form, the gap invariably returned as nosebleeds and exhaustion.
If he could obtain something that expanded his Mental Power Vessel itself, future battles would become far smoother.
“It’ll be difficult, but I’ll definitely manage it. Among the items you’ve brought, there should be several worth using.”
“Oh, and.”
Song Ji-hu handed Nachimp to Ryu Jin, the blade he’d set to one side.
“Can you take a look at this? It changed a bit during the fight.”
Ryu Jin accepted Nachimp with a puzzled expression.
“Hmm…?”
During the battle, Nachimp had absorbed the unwavering light of will entirely. Song Ji-hu had been concerned the whole time whether the blade might have suffered damage because of that.
“Huh…”
Ryu Jin’s expression shifted subtly as he examined the sword, and a breathless laugh escaped him.
“This is… remarkable. I did make it, but honestly, I just… took the guild leader’s essence and shaped it to match him.”
Ryu Jin tilted the blade to catch the light from different angles as he continued, his tone filled with admiration.
“There’s no problem at all with it. In fact… it’s in better condition than when I first made it. The blade seems to have grown slightly longer too.”
This weapon not only grew alongside its master’s development—it appeared to grow through absorption as well.
“Just keep using it as is. Actually, you must keep using it. I won’t be able to make another blade like this one. Just maintain it well.”
Song Ji-hu nodded briefly and stored Nachimp away. The fact that the blade had no defects, that it was ready to cut down its enemies—that was enough.
“Actually… Ryu Jin.”
“Yes? Y-yes…! You don’t have to be so formal. I’m much younger than you anyway…”
Ryu Jin seemed burdened by Song Ji-hu’s consistent politeness since their first meeting, his words trailing off.
At that, Song Ji-hu smiled slightly and continued:
“Then make sure Seo-jin and Jae-hyeok’s gear is absolutely top-tier.”
“Top-tier…?”
“Exactly as it sounds. Use the finest materials, craft the finest items, and don’t worry about the cost. Whether it’s S-rank or higher.”
He had no concerns about money. Besides, their equipment would directly translate into his own strength.
Ryu Jin’s face brightened immediately.
“Do you mean that?”
“Do I look like the type to joke?”
Ryu Jin couldn’t contain himself and burst into laughter. Until now, he’d always crafted weapons within the limits of materials and budget.
No matter how perfect his designs, there’d been countless times he’d had to abandon them due to lack of commissions, lack of materials, or lack of funds.
That wasn’t all. After taking on private commissions, having prices haggled down or being swindled, he’d stopped accepting private work altogether before meeting Song Ji-hu.
But now he was making this many items with no budget restrictions.
“Don’t regret it. I’ll make the finest work I’m capable of.”
Ryu Jin rolled up his sleeves and laughed with spirited determination.
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“First… an item to boost the guild leader’s mental power.”
Back in his workshop, Ryu Jin began organizing a list of items to create.
This was the first time he’d received so many commissions at once, and though some time had passed since returning to the workshop, his heart refused to stop pounding with excitement.
“Seo-jin gets dual swords and one item. And Jae-hyeok gets a shield.”
Ryu Jin’s hands turned toward the Guardian’s Core.
“There’s something incomplete about it, though…”
Ryu Jin twirled the pen in his hand, recalling the moment his guild members had emerged from the Gate.
Setting aside the weapons, their armor was in terrible shape across the board. Im Jae-hyeok’s defensive gear, in particular—the piece he wore as their tank—had a dented surface and loose seams that rattled with every movement.
“Armor… right, there’s plenty of materials anyway….”
They were his precious guild members now, after all.
Ryu Jin added several pieces of equipment to his list beyond what they’d requested—items he wanted to craft for them himself.
“This should be enough, shouldn’t it?”
Humming to himself, Ryu Jin began distributing the spoils according to each piece of equipment.
“This would suit the guild master… and this would work well for Jae-hyeok….”
A broad grin spread across Ryu Jin’s face.
“I’ll just organize this roughly for now… and once the Guild Smithy is finished, I can do the real work there.”
As Ryu Jin recalled the smithy grounds he’d toured with Yoon Young-su, his smile deepened even further.
Knock, knock.
At that moment, Yoon Young-su entered the workshop with the sound of knocking.
“Ryu Jin. You’re not overworking yourself, are you?”
“Overwork? Not at all.”
Ryu Jin waved a dismissive hand.
“Honestly, I’ve dreamed of a day like this—crafting equipment.”
“Then I’m relieved. The necessary equipment will be installed within a week. We’re planning to take the remaining items today. You’ve locked all the important materials in the safe, yes?”
“Yes, sir!”
Yoon Young-su recalled what Song Ji-hu had entrusted him with, then turned to Ryu Jin with a question.
“The Heuk Cheon Guild hasn’t shown up again, has it?”
“No. Not once since we encountered the guild master.”
“Good to hear. If you happen to run into them again, be sure to tell me or the guild master right away.”
Yoon Young-su laughed at Ryu Jin’s spirited answer, gazing across the empty underground workshop.
He genuinely wondered what Song Ji-hu had seen in this rankless blacksmith boy.
A Seventh-Return Regressor Collects Calamities
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: Song Tan
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: July 21, 2026
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