The 7th-Run Regressor Collects Calamities - Chapter 66

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Episode 66. The Showcase (1)
The Zero Point Guild’s new headquarters was brimming with life early that morning.
Unlike when there had been only five or six staff members, employees now filtered through the Main Gate in small groups. The once-empty Lobby filled with the sound of footsteps and greetings.
And at the Main Gate, Han Do-yoon was bowing crisply to every passing employee, offering his salutations.
“Good morning!”
His smile was bright, earnest, flawless in every conceivable way.
“Good morning to you too!”
“You know, Do-yoon really does have the cheeriest disposition every time I see him.”
Han Do-yoon had now completely blended into the Zero Point Guild—appearing to all as nothing more than a bright, courteous young man dedicated to his work.
“Where are you headed, Guild Master?”
“I’ve got some business to attend to.”
Song Ji-hu acknowledged Han Do-yoon’s greeting and hurried out of the Guild building.
When he arrived at the Ruins, a short distance from the Guild structure, Eun Seo-jin stood alone, two swords swathed in cloth held in his hands.
“Seolpung….”
He unwound the cloth and drew the blade, revealing a sword that once shimmered with cool luminescence now reflecting the morning light with a dull gleam.
Despite all his meticulous care, the time had come.
Blades, too, had their lifespan—and Seolpung had burned through every last moment of its own in that battle against the Collector, all for him.
With that battle’s end, the sword’s time had concluded.
“At least it wasn’t a hollow farewell.”
A fleeting memory swept through Eun Seo-jin’s mind.
When he had first Awakened as an S-Rank, when his master had taught him and gifted him Seolpung for the first time.
When a party was nearly annihilated in a dungeon and he was framed, his Mental Corruption rising to terminal levels.
Until he had confined himself and fought endlessly in the Frozen Court.
“I should have paid you more attention….”
Blue sinews stood taut in Eun Seo-jin’s grip as he clutched the blade.
He had already decided how to say goodbye.
He would neither bury it nor melt it.
He would simply strike one last time, with every ounce of his strength.
That was what a blade meant to him—not some ornament to be stored carefully away, but something that met its end shattered after cutting through enemies.
Using a blade as a blade should be used, until the very last.
That was the respect owed to Seolpung, which had stood with him all these years.
“Haah….”
In an instant, the temperature of the clearing plummeted.
The morning dew clinging to nameless weeds crystallized into frost in mere moments. The bitterly cold air made his breath trail in thick white plumes with each exhale.
And then—
The final stroke.
Eun Seo-jin brought both Seolpung blades down slowly, neither fast nor slow.
Whiiiing—
Wind rushed forth, and everything in the path of the blades split silently in two.
Crack—crack—crack—
Even the building in that trajectory cleaved in half and crumbled.
Ting—
A hairline fracture appeared on the blade, and Seolpung fell silent.
“…You’ve done well.”
Eun Seo-jin closed his eyes and murmured softly.
Song Ji-hu had already appeared, extending a cup of coffee. The two stood side by side, drinking in silence.
Perhaps due to Seolpung’s influence, the coffee that should have been scalding cooled far more quickly than expected.
As the cup emptied, Song Ji-hu finally spoke.
“I heard from Ryu Jin. He says the preparations are finished.”
“Should we go right away?”
“Yeah, I need to head there myself anyway.”
At those words, Eun Seo-jin carefully wrapped Seolpung in the cloth it had arrived in, cradled it in his arms, and set off walking.
His pace toward the Workshop was quicker than usual, a detail Song Ji-hu noticed with a faint smile crossing his lips.
“Aren’t you curious what kind of blade will be forged?”
“Very much. What with Jae-hyuk’s shield, your Compass, and everything else—it’s strange that someone like him is dismissed as an Unranked blacksmith.”
“That’s exactly why we got our chance.”
When they entered the Workshop, Lim Jae-hyuk, Yoon Young-su, Ayase Haruka, and Matsumoto Leo were already gathered.
“You’ve arrived!”
Lim Jae-hyuk, with his new shield strapped to his arm, grinned widely.
“How could I not come when my shield’s siblings are being revealed!”
Ayase Haruka, visiting the Workshop for the first time, gazed around with evident curiosity, while Matsumoto Leo stood with his arms crossed against the wall, offering Song Ji-hu a slight nod.
“Quite a lot here.”
The workbenches seemed insufficient. Auxiliary tables had been arranged in a long chain, and atop them lay cloth-draped shapes.
Six of them in all, large and small. Yoon Young-su, counting silently, paused.
“Six…?”
“Ah, you’ve arrived.”
Ryu Jin emerged from the back of the Workshop, wiping moisture from his face as though he’d just washed. His appearance was beyond description.
Eyes bloodshot crimson, an apron blackened by soot and grime, cheekbones sunken as though hollowed by days of deprivation.
“You’re… sure you’re alright?”
“Yes? Yes. I’m doing very well.”
Lim Jae-hyuk, who’d been about to crack a joke, closed his mouth at the sight of Ryu Jin’s face—wild with fervent intensity.
“Huh… while making these, I became completely consumed by it.”
Ryu Jin’s voice dropped low as he grasped the edge of the first cloth.
“With this one, honestly, I’ve surpassed my limits several times over while refining it.”
Even as he spoke with bewilderment, Ryu Jin rubbed his parched eyes repeatedly.
“Perhaps that’s why—what came out seems to be quite an impressive piece.”
The first cloth was drawn back, revealing armor.
“Wow….”
It was a chest plate refined from blood-stained armor as its base. Faintly etched upon the breastplate were the insignia of a knight’s order from a fallen kingdom.
“Huh? A chest plate?”
As expected, Lim Jae-hyuk reacted first.
“It’s yours, Jae-hyuk. You can think of it as one set together with the shield.”
Lim Jae-hyuk lifted the chest plate with reverent care.
Click—click—
Each section of the armor found its place and locked into position.
Remarkably, the armor fit snugly against Lim Jae-hyuk’s large frame as though tailored for him.
“Huh… it’s a perfect fit.”
“As I mentioned, it’s a set—the chest plate should be able to offset a considerable portion of impacts the shield blocks. Or perhaps it will enhance your output efficiency.”
At that moment, the shield on his arm hummed low with resonance.
“Once I put this on, does the shield just start talking?”
“It’s not talking—it’s resonance between the two pieces. They’re a matched set.”
Lim Jae-hyuk’s eyes widened.
“That’s the thing—the resonance! Man… that’s incredible.”
Laughter broke out around the Workshop at Lim Jae-hyuk’s words.
“And the second one….”
The second cloth was drawn back, revealing two blades.
“Ah….”
Eun Seo-jin stepped forward with a murmur of admiration.
Rather than drawing the swords, Eun Seo-jin examined their external form first.
One blade appeared faintly corroded depending on the light, yet its edge was perfectly honed.
The other shone with a subtle platinum-cold luminescence that emanated from the entire blade.
The mana within the Workshop flowed gently along the sword’s grain.
“What is that….”
Matsumoto Leo pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to examine the blades more carefully.
Within the Workshop, only the two swords quietly radiated their presence.
Even someone ignorant of blades could tell at a glance. These were legendary blades. The kind that would never appear again in the world.
“That light… it resonates with the energy that entered my body.”
Ayase Haruka murmured as if enchanted.
Eun Seo-jin extended her hand slowly toward the blades. And before her hand even touched them—
Whooooom—
The two swords vibrated first, recognizing their master.
Eun Seo-jin grasped the hilts with trembling hands.
“…They’re so light.”
Her pupils dilated widely. It was a perfect unity, as though her arms had grown longer.
The balance point rested precisely along the extension of her hand. The swords seemed to know their trajectory even before she swung them.
“This blade, forged with fragments of a corroded crown, suppresses the enemy’s regeneration and recovery.”
Ryu Jin continued his explanation with a satisfied smile.
“And the other… it amplifies Purification and cold aura. The ability itself might seem unassuming, but….”
Eun Seo-jin cut him off with a shake of her head.
“For me, it’s the perfect ability.”
Eun Seo-jin’s hands gripped the sword hilt so tightly her knuckles blanched. She burned to draw the blade and strike.
“There’s one more thing.”
Ryu Jin gestured toward the worn, old Mana Control Orb hanging around Eun Seo-jin’s neck.
“That thing you’re wearing around your neck—it is a Mana Control Orb, yes? I tried making an item to replace it too.”
Beneath the third cloth, a pure white Half Mask revealed itself.
“At first, I tried crafting a blade infused with Purification’s blessing, but strangely, the sword’s form wouldn’t manifest there.”
So instead, she’d poured the blessing of Purification and Song Ji-hu’s essence directly into the metal and refined it whole.
“Most Hunters can’t reach their full power within a Gate because of Mental Corruption, but… I thought this might break those chains. If you use it with the sword, it should help with controlling your aura even more.”
Ryu Jin scratched the back of her head sheepishly.
“Honestly, I’m not sure how I even ended up making something this insane.”
Ryu Jin handed the mask to Eun Seo-jin.
“Your aura harmonizes really well with almost every other aura. It seems to be quite effective against Mental Corruption too.”
Eun Seo-jin accepted the mask without a word and fitted it across the lower part of her face.
Her vision suffered no obstruction, and she felt no sensation of wearing anything at all.
“Nice.”
Until now, Eun Seo-jin had never truly unleashed her full power.
She’d always held back, always restrained herself—afraid that what happened before might happen again.
“Oh, wait!”
Lim Jae-hyuk suddenly shot his hand up in alarm.
“Jin! Seo-jin here gets three weapons—two swords and a mask—but all I’ve got is a shield and two pieces of armor!”
“They serve different purposes, don’t they? Different purposes! And the swords are a Dual Swords set, so they count as one! You really do have a terrible appetite for equipment, don’t you?”
The skit-like exchange drew laughter from the group.
Ryu Jin pointed outside.
“Why don’t you test them out in person? That would be the most practical way to tell.”
Ryu Jin gathered the remaining items, and Eun Seo-jin headed back toward the Ruins where she’d parted with Seolpung that morning.
The dilapidated structures inside the fence remained standing, not yet demolished, and such a place was the ideal testing ground for displaying her true strength.
Eun Seo-jin removed the old Mana Control Orb and handed it to Ryu Jin. Then she pulled the pure white Half Mask up over the bridge of her nose.
“Ah, the swordswoman makes her entrance,” Lim Jae-hyuk drawled, sitting astride a heap of scrap metal in full armor with an amused smile.

“Hah—!”
Eun Seo-jin’s swordplay began.
With Frost Step, her form blurred and scattered. A trail of ice afterimages bloomed in her wake.
Kissed by the morning sun, the afterimages shattered one by one, dissolving into powder.
“She’s faster… it didn’t feel like this before.”
Song Ji-hu nodded at Lim Jae-hyuk’s murmur. Her movements were on an entirely different level from when she’d faced the Collector.
‘Control. At last.’
As the mask began to glow, the relentless chill radiating from Eun Seo-jin’s body finally bent to her will.
The ice that had once made no distinction between ally and enemy now flowed in the direction she commanded, trailed her strikes with purpose.
All the strength she’d been using to suppress herself flowed now into her blades. And that difference elevated everything—speed, destructive force—to an entirely new dimension.
Dual Sword Consecutive Strike.
As she swung the blade holding fragments of a corroded crown, space itself tore; where the second blade fell, light erupted in a violent burst of cold.
With each swing, the nature of both swords resonated more clearly.
“Prison of Eternal Snow.”
Eun Seo-jin leaped skyward and crossed both blades in an X.
Crash—!!
A towering mass of ice spikes, easily three times the scale of before, erupted from the ground.
Simultaneously, the five-story derelict building that was her target crumbled with a terrible screech, collapsing into rubble.
“Haah….”
Eun Seo-jin steadied her breathing, gazing down at the blades in her hands as she murmured.
“Trace of the King and Snow Cold.”
The vestige of a king, and the chill that follows after snow has fallen.
Eun Seo-jin’s eyes softened with a faint smile as she sheathed her blades.
The Seventh Returnee Collects Calamities
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: Song Tan
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: July 31, 2026
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