The 7th-Run Regressor Collects Calamities - Chapter 76

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Episode 76. The Harvest Festival (1)
Multiple catastrophes—each one severe enough to trigger a national state of emergency on its own—were erupting simultaneously.
The timing was far too coordinated to be coincidence. And deliberate, exploiting every weakness in America’s Hunter defenses.
“The assassination attempts… have already failed twice.”
Rick Wesley’s voice, watching the CCTV feeds, had gone hollow.
“Setting aside that they’re S-Rank… even if we succeeded in killing them, there’s the stigma of executing national heroes in the past….”
Rick Wesley drove his fist against the railing.
“And someone’s already leaking the identities of the rampaging Hunters to the media. Saying national heroes have become monsters. Deliberately crushing American morale.”
The Abyss’s hand was obvious. Harvesting in one stroke while planting seeds for the future—a cunning strategy to gnaw away at America’s very resistance.
“I feel as though we’re facing an enormously calculated malice.”
Rick Wesley’s fist trembled.
To kill heroes by their own hands? The moment that happened, American society would begin suspecting itself. Hunters and civilians, Hunters and Hunters, civilians and civilians.
It was chilling how many layers of intent had been woven into a single catastrophe.
‘All of it chosen for moments when nothing can be done.’
This was the beginning of the Harvest Festival—reaping America itself, vast and whole.
As the Compass in Song Ji-hu’s pocket trembled slightly, he threw an oddly tangential question at Rick Wesley.
“Rick. Do you trust me completely?”
It was an unexpected question, but Rick Wesley studied Song Ji-hu’s eyes intently, as if trying to divine his meaning.
Then he nodded slowly.
“You’re the one who saved Ollie. What wouldn’t I trust?”
“Good. I’ll help. But there’s one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I’d prefer to keep the fact that I’ve come to America secret. For now. From everyone.”
Confusion flickered across Rick Wesley’s eyes.
“I suspected something when you requested the Mask and the sword… but is there a real reason for this? The very fact that you’ve come to America could revive American morale.”
“I’ll explain that later.”
He was certain it wasn’t Rick Wesley or Ollie Barkley, but there was no knowing how deeply the Abyss or the Apostles had infiltrated USAA or the American government itself.
‘And if my existence remains hidden, the schedule won’t change, and I’ll be able to predict the next harvest site….’
Rick Wesley fell silent for a moment, as if weighing the request, then nodded slowly.
There was no real reason to refuse, and he thought the man had a complete plan in mind for asking such a thing.
And right now, controlling the situation mattered far more than confirming or concealing identities.
“Except for you and Ollie, we’ll control the information. Even up to the White House line.”
“Good. Do it that way.”
“Just wait a moment. I need to prepare something. Once that’s done, we can head to the scene immediately.”
Creak—
The door to the room where Song Ji-hu and Matsumoto Leo had been waiting swung open, and someone strode in with purposeful steps.
“Bro!”
The scent of blood and acrid gunpowder smoke hit his nostrils in an instant, and as Song Ji-hu turned, he saw Ollie Barkley with both arms extended.
“Ollie!”
“Knew it! I wondered when I saw the Mask, but I barely believed it!”
Ollie Barkley nearly pulled Song Ji-hu into an embrace before catching sight of himself and awkwardly brushed his hands clean.
“Even when Rick asked for help, I was skeptical. But you actually came! How’d you get here so fast? I heard you were in Europe!”
For the first time since the crisis began, a genuine smile crossed Ollie Barkley’s face.
“I was already on my way here before the incident broke. Oh, right—this is Matsumoto Leo from the Yakumo Guild. He came with me.”
“Matsumoto Leo, at your service.”
“A friend of Bro’s? Then you’re my friend. Genuinely glad to see you. We’ve been critically short-handed.”
With the arrival of such a reassuring reinforcement, Ollie collapsed into a chair as the tension drained from him.
“By the way, Ollie. Please keep the fact that I’m here confidential.”
Ollie Barkley shrugged without hesitation.
“Sure thing. If Bro wants it that way, then that’s it. You must have your reasons.”
After rambling to himself for some time, Ollie Barkley soon began nodding off.
Rick Wesley, approaching, noticed and merely shrugged.
“Ollie’s been here the whole time. The incident broke right after a Gate Break, so he’s been handling the fallout for days without sleep.”
“Let him rest for now. We’ll need him mobile for what comes next.”
“Understood. But… ah… I still need to tell him eventually.”
Rick Wesley exhaled a long breath, staring at the list in his hand.
“Were they colleagues?”
“Yes. Close ones too. It’s the Hunter’s burden, isn’t it—seeing those nearest to you fall.”
Rick Wesley set down two cards from his other hand.
“Temporary Hunter Licenses issued by USAA. These should let you operate without issue in most areas.”
The card he held bore no photo, no name—only the words “USAA BLACK OPS,” Rick Wesley’s name beneath it, and a single number.
“You mustn’t lose it, and you’ll need to return it once the operation is complete.”
Song Ji-hu and Matsumoto Leo carefully placed the card into their Inventory.
“Ollie, Ollie!”
Rick Wesley woke the still-nodding Ollie Barkley.
“Ugh—guess I dozed off.”
“Let’s talk outside for a moment.”
Ollie Barkley stretched and followed Rick Wesley out.
Boom—!
A series of massive detonations erupted in quick succession, loud enough to rattle the conference room itself.
“These names… are all of them… real?”
Song Ji-hu stepped outside to assess the situation and found Ollie Barkley standing there, making no effort to conceal his turmoil. His hand, clutching the list Rick Wesley had given him, trembled violently.
He couldn’t help but lose control reading those names.
“Brothers I fought alongside across enemy lines. They were definitely listed as killed in action, and some of them—I buried them with my own hands. But now they’re alive and rampaging? Is that really them?”
Ollie Barkley’s eyes had reddened, veins standing out in sharp relief.
“…I carried the coffin myself at the funeral, Rick.”
His voice cracked with raw anguish.
“Are you telling me it was empty?”
Click—
‘Unmovable Mind.’
As Song Ji-hu cast the skill, a silvery ripple seeped into Ollie Barkley, Rick Wesley, and Matsumoto Leo.
“Ollie, compose yourself.”
“Bro….”
A sharp crack sounded from Ollie’s fist.
“I need to ask them directly. What exactly is happening here?”
Song Ji-hu placed a hand on Ollie Barkley’s shoulder.
“That’s why we came.”
Ollie Barkley looked at Song Ji-hu.
“Let’s save as many people as we can. However we must. We’re going full guerrilla. We’ll prioritize rescuing the maximum number of people over ensuring we eliminate everything.”
“Is there… a difference?”
“There is. A significant one.”
Song Ji-hu nodded at Matsumoto Leo’s question while turning his gaze to Rick Wesley.
“Your role is crucial, Rick. Once we clear an area, send Hunters to mop up. We’ll move straight to the next zone. We repeat that pattern continuously.”
“Understood. I’ll assemble a dedicated unit.”
“First, we clean up the perimeter, then focus on the rampaging Hunters. We’ll need space and time to handle them all simultaneously.”
“I’ll secure the space. Discreetly.”
Rick Wesley was easy to work with. Quick on the uptake.
“I’ll say this once more—Matsumoto and I don’t exist here. Formal titles are dropped. Speak casually.”
Song Ji-hu’s sensory nerves awakened sharply. His second life had been nothing but a chronicle of violence.
Unlike his first life, lived in ignorance, his second had been consumed by obsession with growing stronger. He killed more monsters, conquered more dungeons, and grew more powerful.
Of course, in the end, that life too had been a failure.
Before leaving the Bunker.
Song Ji-hu checked the Compass in his pocket.
The Compass still trembled. But its movement differed slightly from before. Whereas it once wavered without finding direction, now it shifted restlessly because there were too many destinations pulling at it.
‘One of the three has manifested.’
It made sense—as the greatest festival, it would appear in person to oversee the proceedings.
“Good.”
With a soft click, Song Ji-hu closed the Compass, slipped it back into his pocket, and adjusted his Mask.
As he climbed into the observation post outside the Bunker, catastrophe became visible to the naked eye.
The brightening dawn had long since been swallowed by a dark-crimson curtain that consumed more than half the horizon.
Beneath it, magical explosions flickered intermittently. With each flash, a building collapsed entirely.
Gunfire and detonations followed in their wake.
Despite the distance, instinct screamed danger, prickling his skin.
When an S-Rank Hunter lost reason and unleashed their full power against humanity, there was only one word for it: calamity.
There was no time for contemplation. He fastened the tactical communication earset to speak with Rick Wesley and pulled his Mask up once more.
“Move out.”
Song Ji-hu threw himself first into the heart of hell.
From the collapsed Highway Overpass at the forward observation post, he looked down over east Los Angeles.
Monsters pouring from the Gate Break stalked the city. Skyscrapers bent and crumpled helplessly, everything engulfed in crimson flame.
“It’s horrifying… utterly horrifying.”
Matsumoto Leo bit his lip, muttering under his breath. He’d weathered many Gates, endured Gate Breaks and Rampages, but never anything like this.
“Mental Connection.”
Song Ji-hu linked his mind with theirs.
– You’ll need to adapt fast. We don’t have time.
– What is this…? I’ve never heard of communication like this before.
– Explanations later. The left Gate Break first.
The taxidermied kingdom where he’d slain the Collector. Or the landscape of a failed world he’d crossed countless times over six lifetimes.
That sickening déjà vu overlaid itself across Song Ji-hu’s vision.
‘Not this time.’
But now, in this moment, Song Ji-hu possessed something that had never existed anywhere in his six lives before.
He drew the sword Rick Wesley had given him. He kicked off from the overpass and leapt, and even as the impact of landing shot through his knees, his gaze remained fixed on the left.
The Compass—he’d save it for the most critical moment. When he no longer needed to hide his identity. Or when he faced those Apostles.
– Stay right on my heels.
– Ha, now that’s a method. Just like that… in the Gate back then. No need for words, I see.
Matsumoto Leo burst into loud laughter as understanding dawned.
– The moment you see the Gate Break, wipe them all out with an area-of-effect technique. There are no living humans left.
The instant the Gate Break came into view, Song Ji-hu—having confirmed through Mental Resonance and threads of memory that only monsters remained in the vicinity—issued his order.
Whooooom—!
There was no hesitation. The moment Song Ji-hu commanded, energy converged at Ollie Barkley’s muzzle.
And black energy etched into Matsumoto Leo’s blade scattered in all directions.
Soon after, Song Ji-hu, his identity concealed, began the true hunt in earnest.
The Seventh Reincarnator Collects Calamities
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: Song Tan
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: August 18, 2026
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