The 7th-Run Regressor Collects Calamities - Chapter 74

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Episode 74. Two Charter Aircraft (1)
On the day of Song Ji-hu’s business trip, the Hunter Association was in absolute upheaval.
“No way! He’s heading to Europe right when a mana concentration just erupted? Really?! That wasn’t just some bluff?”
Park Jung-ho’s urgent voice crackled through the receiver.
“Do you understand what time this is?! The whole world is watching that one place, and he vanishes?! Please, please, I’m begging you—can’t we postpone the schedule? Huh?!”
His objections were relentless, so thorough they bordered on comedic.
Zero Point was both Park Jung-ho’s love and his burden. He was the association director, yet they never obeyed his wishes, always pushing him forward as a shield instead.
“He’ll be back soon. Only two weeks, sir.”
“Two weeks?! That’s easy to say! Ugh, I’m really… this is going to give me heart disease.”
At Yoon Young-su’s response, Park Jung-ho stomped his feet in frustration and let out a heavy sigh.
He knew these weren’t people who’d stay put just because he told them to. So he sighed deeply.
“…Fine. But you tell him—if anything happens, contact the Association immediately, okay? Please, make him understand he’s a national asset.”
A national asset.
At those words, Yoon Young-su kept his face neutral while swallowing laughter internally.
He knew too well that Park Jung-ho’s words weren’t born of his own will, but of government and media pressure.
[Zero Point Guild Master Song Ji-hu. Heading to Europe Today—Worst Possible Timing?]
[Sudden Europe Trip… “There’s Got to Be Something” Wild Speculation Swirls]
Rumors of secret pacts with European tycoons, new equipment procurement, Hunter recruitment, healing missions, and various alliance theories circulated.
Speculation bred more speculation, and the world’s gaze was fixed squarely on one word: Europe.
Exactly as Song Ji-hu had intended.
“That’s Director Park Jung-ho on the phone, isn’t it?”
“Yes. He seems quite anxious about all this.”
“Well… there’s not much we can do about it. That’s what he’s there for.”
Besides, he was already enjoying considerable benefits from Song Ji-hu’s presence.
“Exactly. I just need to do my job as a messenger.”
At that, Song Ji-hu smiled slightly and looked at Yoon Young-su.
“You work hard.”
“It’s not hard—it’s the role I’m here to fill.”
Yoon Young-su bowed deeply to Song Ji-hu. Song Ji-hu was as much a benefactor to him as anyone could be.
“Preparations are complete. Have a safe trip. I’ll handle everything here.”
Once the preparations were finished, Song Ji-hu took his Hunter License and headed toward the boarding gate.
On the runway, two charter aircraft sat with their engines warming up.
One was a charter aircraft rented by Zero Point. Boarding it were Eun Seo-jin and Lim Jae-hyuk, along with Song Ji-hu, his head buried under a hat and hood.
Camera flashes exploded like madness. Journalists competed to capture his profile, barely visible beneath the hood.
The slender frame, the measured gait, the complete indifference to the world around him—anyone could see it was authentically Song Ji-hu.
And flanking him like an honor guard were Eun Seo-jin and Lim Jae-hyuk.
The other charter aircraft, drawing relatively little attention, belonged to Japan’s Yakumo Guild.
Boarding that one were Matsumoto Leo and Ayase Haruka, accompanied by attendants from the Kage Guild.
Their destinations were Europe and Japan, respectively.
Ordinarily, the Yakumo Guild’s departure would have drawn considerable interest, but today the biggest story was Song Ji-hu, so the media’s focus differed accordingly.
Both aircraft lifted off the runway.
As live broadcast cameras obsessively tracked the Europe-bound charter’s trajectory, the Japan-bound plane quietly changed course beneath a blanket of complete indifference.
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Then, a voice came from the seat across from him.
“The fire… it keeps growing.”
An odd gleam shone in her eyes, fixed on empty air.
“The western sky is becoming redder and redder. Beneath it, countless voices cry out in anguish.”
Song Ji-hu listened quietly to the Prophecy. The light in Ayase Haruka’s eyes, seated across from him, gradually returned to normal.
Matsumoto Leo, who had emerged from the cockpit, shook his head at Song Ji-hu.
“West… so that’s why we’re heading straight to the United States?”
“Exactly. If we announced we were going to the States directly, those Apostles would definitely get wind of it and cause trouble.”
Matsumoto Leo wondered if it was worth going to this extreme, but remembering the earlier conversation, he nodded.
“Phew… I’ll have to charge hazard pay.”
“Instead of hazard pay, just increase the number of Hunters we train.”
“Deal. I’m in.”
That was the truth. The aircraft Song Ji-hu occupied was not headed to Europe, but to Japan with the Kage Guild.
The one boarding the Zero Point charter was a fake playing Song Ji-hu.
With a hat, hood, and glasses obscuring his face, matched physique, and perfectly mimicked mannerisms, the impersonation was flawless.
And with Eun Seo-jin and Lim Jae-hyuk flanking him, none of the press had caught on.
“We’ll make one landing in Japan first. Refuel, then head to the United States.”
Matsumoto Leo settled into the seat across from him and added a remark.
“According to the flight plan, we drop off Haruka, then proceed with an inspection schedule for Yakumo Guild’s North American branch.”
“I could come along, couldn’t I?”
Ayase Haruka murmured as if disappointed, but Matsumoto Leo shook his head firmly.
“That’s absolutely impossible. Haruka’s safety is a concern not just for me or Kage Guild, but for every guild in Japan.”
How frightened he’d been when she’d entered the Gate not long ago.
“So how do you plan to handle entry into the United States? You can’t just hide your identity.”
“There are ways. It’ll be taken care of, so don’t worry too much.”
“Really… I didn’t think such a classic method would actually work.”
Matsumoto Leo pictured the aircraft that would be heading toward Europe by now.
It was the most classic yet fatal deception—exploiting time and distance itself.
“People tend to believe only what they want to believe. Especially when there’s plenty of evidence for it. That’s exactly why classics are classics.”
Korea to Europe took roughly thirteen hours.
Korea to Los Angeles took roughly eleven hours.
By the time Zero Point’s charter aircraft arrived in Germany, the incident would unfold, and from Germany to LA was another twelve hours or so.
Abyss would surely monitor airline tracking, which meant Zero Point’s plane had to head to Europe no matter what.
The most perfect lie, after all, is one that weaves truth together with falsehood.
As long as the Apostles believed Song Ji-hu was in Europe, they would make their grand play.
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Everything had gone smoothly. No one suspected anything amiss, even when the charter aircraft briefly landed in Japan.
“…Be careful.”
Ayase Haruka looked up at the two of them from the aircraft stairs.
“You’re throwing yourselves into a raging inferno.”
“Don’t worry. Neither of us.”
“What! Why would Haruka be worried about you!”
At the sight of the two bickering again, Ayase Haruka burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, the aircraft filled with fresh fuel soared back into the sky toward the Pacific Ocean—carrying only Matsumoto Leo and Song Ji-hu.
“Still… information control seems pretty tight, doesn’t it?”
“Hmm. We’re Kage.”
Only the seven people who attended the meeting knew the full picture of this plan, and
since Abyss’s spy within Kage had already been identified and removed thanks to Song Ji-hu, the organization’s unity and discipline were tighter than ever.
After that long flight, as the aircraft entered United States airspace,
breaking news started pouring across the in-cabin television.
[BREAKING NEWS]
The screen showed a living hell.
Beneath a blood-darkened sky, the skyline crumbled inward, evacuation columns packed the roads, and pillars of flame erupted overhead.
“What… is that.”
“That’s it. Those pillars of flame Haruka prophesied.”
Simultaneous, indiscriminate terror attacks were erupting across major cities throughout the United States.
[Currently, authorities are implementing quarantine measures for mentally contaminated Hunters….]
The heaviest damage was concentrated in major cities like Los Angeles, Las Vegas, New York, and Chicago.
The higher the density of Hunters in a city, the more the casualties multiplied exponentially.
[All identified perpetrators have been confirmed as Hunters, and they are unleashing indiscriminate attacks without regard for friend or foe…!]
The Berserk of S-Rank Hunters who hadn’t been dealt with before Mental Contamination took its full course was catastrophe incarnate.
Such bombs were detonating in chain reaction across the heart of the cities.
[Breaking report. Most of the identified perpetrators turned out to be Hunters who had been previously listed as missing or deceased!]
Berserk—the final stage of Mental Contamination.
“The Harvest Festival….”
The Apostles called it the Harvest Festival.
A celebration where they gathered in the ripe souls from fields they’d tended with care for ages untold.
“The Harvest Festival? Is that another one of their schemes?”
“A scheme? No. It’s nothing but a field of slaughter and carnage. A means to their end.”
Song Ji-hu watched the atrocities unfolding on screen in silence.
There was no shock in him. This terrible calamity had been a recurring event in each of his six previous lives, never once absent.
“They’re truly… a mad organization.”
The seeds and fragments sown by the Shepherds and Gardeners reached their critical threshold all at once, spiraling into Berserk, and the Hunters stripped of reason tore apart everything their eyes could see.
‘A Hunter who triggers Berserk and the souls of those who die by their hand become offerings to awaken an Abyss Lord.’
For the Apostles, it was all a grand festival; for humanity, it was an unstoppable calamity.
“How… could something like this happen in the United States?”
“It’s precisely because it’s the United States that it can happen… and at the same time, it’s not something that occurs only there.”
The United States was as densely populated as it was vast, and Hunters outside supervision were everywhere. Moreover, to the south lay overland routes stretching straight through Mexico and Central and South America.
“Do you mean such insanity is happening all over the world?”
“From Africa to Europe. And China and India.”
“Then… Japan and Korea…!”
Matsumoto Leo’s voice pitched higher involuntarily.
“You don’t need to worry about those. If something like this were happening in Korea or Japan, we’d have dealt with it from the start.”
“Ugh… I’m not sure whether to call that a relief or not….”
Over the past six lives, Song Ji-hu’s choices had been different each time.
In some lives, he had warned them. What returned was suspicion. The man who prophesied terrorism was suspected as a terrorist’s accomplice.
In some lives, he had stood against it directly.
Even ten bodies would not have been enough. He could not stop calamities erupting simultaneously across the world with a single form.
In some lives, he had tried to solve the root cause beforehand.
But what was meant to happen would happen in the end. Either delayed slightly, or far worse than anticipated.
So he had reached a conclusion: selectivity and focus.
There were still five Apostles remaining, and their power was incomparable to his own.
‘If I try to save many places at once, I’ll save nothing at all.’
Better to save the area with the greatest damage decisively. Then, once that is handled, move on to the next.
That had been the best Song Ji-hu could manage in his previous lives.
‘Before, the results were too shabby even to call them the best.’
There were always more people he failed to save than those he rescued, and with no way to cure the Berserking Hunters, he had no choice but to kill them quickly.
That helplessness had accumulated inside Song Ji-hu across multiple lives.
And when he closed his eyes, the faces of the Hunters he had cut down came back to him, justified only by necessity.
“So, what are you planning? To charge in there and kill all the Hunters who’ve gone Berserk?”
But this life is completely different.
“No, I need to save as many as possible. Not kill them.”
A Seventh-Return Reincarnator Collects Calamities
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: Song Tan
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: August 14, 2026
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