The Legendary Regressor Devours the Tower - Chapter 39

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Episode 39
Lutart fled from Seongun and made his way back to the Village, which he’d claimed as a temporary refuge.
Tasman, the Village’s chief and Lutart’s father, saw his son return alone and erupted in fury, hurling the staff in his hand and bellowing.
“You useless wretch! You couldn’t even do one simple thing—bring back the Climber?!”
“Damn it, then send someone reliable instead of me!”
The relief of having made it back alive evaporated in an instant.
His father’s attitude cut deep, and bitterness rose to the crown of his head.
“What? You ungrateful bastard, get out then!”
“Screw you, you bastard!”
At his outburst, the Wabolo Tribe members turned their faces away, worn out.
Lutart hurled an item damaged by the Garpagos he carried straight at Tasman’s face, then bolted into the house as if fleeing for his life.
“What on earth am I to do with that boy?”
Tasman leaned his forehead against his palm, utterly exasperated.
The Wabolo had come to despise Lutart—not merely to avoid him, but with something approaching outright contempt—because he muddied their waters at every turn.
Tasman had asked him to bring back a benefactor specifically to salvage his image, however slightly.
Now that Lutart had returned empty-handed, there was no more use in anything.
“I will go and see what’s happened,” a Wabolo tribesman said, approaching Tasman and speaking in hushed tones.
It was Chigro, the only one in the Village who would keep Lutart company.
“Would you do that for me?”
Tasman looked at him with quiet gratitude.
“Yes. I’ll go see what’s going on and report back.”
“I would appreciate it.”
With Tasman’s permission, Chigro forced open the door of the house Lutart had entered and stepped inside.
“Lutart.”
When Chigro called out, Lutart slowly rose from the sofa and responded.
“You came.”
“Tsk, why do you look so wretched?”
“Because that bastard chief is a complete ass.”
“Hey! That’s still your father.”
“My father? Hell no. All day, every day, that man disrespects his son and humiliates me in front of the Wabolo. Why the hell would I call him father?”
“I understand how you feel, but the more you act like this, the more the Wabolo will hate you.”
“Let them hate me. Insane bastards like them—no wonder they get pushed around by lizardmen and live like beggars.”
Though his words crossed a line by far, Chigro seemed to understand, and he approached to pat Lutart on the shoulder.
“All right, I get it. So what about the Climber? Why did you come back alone?”
“Don’t even mention it. That lunatic tried to kill me.”
“Tried to kill you?”
In that instant, Chigro’s expression shifted strangely.
But less than a second later, he’d already rearranged his face, so Lutart didn’t question it.
“He said he wanted compensation for helping me. When I asked if he couldn’t just help without payment, he said he’d kill me.”
“And then?”
“And then what? He took everything I had.”
“Hmm—even the Ring I gave you?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. I tried everything to keep it, but he was determined to take it, so…”
“Hey! Don’t worry about it! You coming back in one piece matters more than some Ring.”
“Thank you.”
At his reassurance, the fury that had been building toward an explosion began to subside a little.
“Anyway, I’ll explain things well to the chief, so rest up and come out later.”
“Please do.”
“Don’t worry.”
Chigro reassured Lutart, then quietly left the house.
Outside, Tasman was pacing.
He approached as soon as he saw Chigro emerge, as if he’d been waiting.
“What happened?”
“Don’t worry too much, Chief. That Climber is completely insane—there was no helping it, so Lutart had to come back.”
“I see…”
“Yes. He said that just one request for help, and the man threatened to kill him. It was a miracle he made it back.”
“Hmm… do you believe what Lutart told you?”
“I have to believe him.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes. I’ll head back now.”
Chigro bowed to Tasman, then turned to leave.
But instead of heading toward his home, he made for the Lake beyond the village.
Once far enough away, Chigro sent a signal somewhere, as though he’d been waiting for this moment.
[The human possesses a Ring. I’m beginning pursuit now, tracking their location.]
He was not of the Wabolo Tribe.
Like Dante on Floor 2, he was Lutart, disguised as a member of the tribe.
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-It feels so different climbing Floor 6 with them.
-The difficulty itself is on another level.
-I’ve rested under that rock before, and watching him push it with his bare hands doesn’t make sense;;
-This is insane…… how is that kind of play even possible?
-Who’d call that a beginner? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-If that’s a beginner, we should all just die.
-You trying to say humanity should go extinct? ㅋㅋ
The Staircase descended remarkably deep.
Even after climbing down for what felt like forever, the bottom was nowhere in sight.
“Screeeee!”
With each step down the Staircase, bat-like creatures called Cembets lunged at Seongun.
Seongun deliberately kept Enhanced Body active, letting their attacks connect and watching his Mana Armor take damage before swinging his blade to hunt them down.
‘Experience tastes sweet.’
‘Gotta raise levels steadily at times like this.’
‘Who’d mistake me for someone who can only reach Floor 6?’
The Cembets’ interference continued unabated.
Seongun cut them down repeatedly, and when he’d sliced through over a hundred—
[‘Sword Mastery’ skill level increases by one rank.]
His Sword Mastery skill had risen by one rank.
‘Good. Now Sword Mastery is at C.’
His growth was no longer steep—it was vertical.
At this rate, couldn’t he reach B before even reaching Floor 10?
Just then, the long Staircase finally came to an end.
Hummmmm—
Below it, the ground trembled in rhythm.
‘Sorcerers, perhaps.’
Despite being deep underground, the surroundings were remarkably bright.
Torches lined the walls, burning fiercely.
Thanks to the light, Seongun could see everything at a glance—and ahead of him, ten monsters called Magmaculoses stood watching him warily.
Creatures born through lava as their medium.
‘Be careful. Just because you cut one doesn’t mean it stays dead.’
Leonis recognized the Magmaculoses at once and offered the warning.
‘Right.’
He knew well enough.
Magmaculoses.
Those things weren’t intelligent monsters.
They were artificially created by a monster that used Summoning Magic.
The ground’s trembling seemed to be a byproduct of them absorbing thermal energy and converting it into the vitality they needed for movement.
Which meant he’d have to find the sorcerer who made them.
But scanning the surroundings, he saw no one who looked like a sorcerer.
“Stalling, then.”
The Magmaculoses were Level 40.
Unlike Garpagos, their defense wasn’t particularly formidable, and their overall abilities were lacking for their Level—facing them wouldn’t be difficult—but he couldn’t afford to waste time here.
According to the records, once you reached the bottom of the Staircase, the sorcerer would begin their work. You had to find and eliminate them as quickly as possible to claim the item they held.
In other words, a Time Attack.
Seongun activated only Enhanced Body and burst forward.
“Guuuuraaagh!”
As Seongun moved, the Magmaculoses shrieked and swung their fists wildly.
With ten massive bodies throwing punches in such a confined space, dodging was far from simple.
The punches were easily avoidable on their own, but the space was too cramped.
Crack—
Their fists grazed against his activated Enhanced Body.
‘There.’
Dodging the creatures’ attacks, Seongun spotted a narrow opening ahead—barely large enough for a single person to squeeze through.
He carved through the Magma Colossus, cleaving a gap in their formation, then surged forward and reached the opening in moments.
“Kee-rruk?!”
Beyond the opening stood a Lizardman Shaman.
The same species he’d encountered in the small tower before.
[Lv.40 Lizardman Shaman]
Like the small tower’s boss, a level-40 Lizardman Shaman.
And there were three of them, not one.
“How did they break through the Magma Colossus we created?”
“Kee-rrr… We must hurry.”
Seongun smirked and leveled his blade at them.
“Still, you’re smarter than the last one. That one couldn’t even speak properly.”
“Kee-rruk!”
One of the Lizardman Shamans raised its staff and cast Lightning Bolt.
Crack—
Seongun deployed his Mystic Shield, its durability barely clinging to seventeen percent, and took the Lightning Bolt head-on.
[Durability decreased by 3%.]
The durability wore down another three percent.
But the cost was worth it.
Because the moment he absorbed the bolt, Seongun closed the distance to the Lizardman Shaman.
Scrape—
Without hesitation, he drew his blade across the creature’s throat.
“Keh-ack!”
Unlike the Lizardman Shaman he’d cut down in the small tower, this one’s head cleanly separated and fell to the ground.
His Strength stat had been 86 back then and was now 93—a difference that shouldn’t have mattered much.
The reason was simple.
His Level had risen by seven points to twenty-six, narrowing the gap, and his Sword Mastery had been upgraded in grade.
Now he could dispatch Lizardman Shamans without even needing the One Strike Two Sections technique.
“Kee-rruk!”
As one fell, another shaman spun around and bolted.
Whoosh—
To prevent Seongun from pursuit, the remaining shaman aimed its staff and fired a Bolt Shot.
A projectile of pure lightning streaked toward him at tremendous speed.
But the Bolt Shot missed Seongun entirely and struck an innocent wall instead.
He’d simply tilted his head slightly and dodged with ease.
“Kee-rruk! We must stop him!”
The Lizardman Shaman unleashed a barrage of Bolt Shots.
Using his Enhanced Senses, Seongun evaded every shot while closing in, and the instant he entered striking range, he spun his blade and cut through the creature’s neck, severing its life.
“Keh-ack!”
The second shaman let out a final shriek and died.
Seongun kicked off the ground and threw a short sword after the fleeing shaman.
Whoom—
The thrown blade spun through the air and planted itself squarely in the shaman’s back.
“Kee-ruck?!”
The impact made the creature stumble, and Seongun caught up instantly, driving his sword through its chest.
“It’s over.”
“Keh-ack… You… human… I should have… killed you here….”
The Lizardman Shaman coughed blood and glared at Seongun, muttering softly.
“That won’t happen.”
Seongun withdrew his blade and brought it down against the creature’s head, ending the battle.
-Wow, how is that a beginner’s technique?
-I’ve been wondering for a while—why is he so good at throwing that short sword?
-I don’t know swords, but even I can tell that was incredibly clean.
-He takes them down so easily… When I climbed Floor 6, I couldn’t move like that….
-At this rate he’ll catch up to all of us soon ㅠㅠ.
-Yeah, you really can’t beat a natural talent.
-This world is garbage. Seriously.
The viewers were left in awe of Seongun’s combat prowess.
‘Is this it?’
Seongun reached into the Lizardman Shaman’s remains and drew out a single red orb.
The bead was transparent on the outside, with crimson lava contained within—a perfect sphere of molten fire suspended in crystal.
[Bonus Score has been added.]
The Bonus Score ticked upward.
[Essence of Lava]
-Utilization Rate: 22%
Despite dispatching him with such speed, the utilization rate had already climbed to twenty-two percent.
‘If I’d wandered even a little longer, it would have been over.’
A Lizardman shaman who served Kayak.
These creatures were different from the one who had attempted to summon Kayak in the small tower.
The reason lay in the distinct ‘roles’ assigned to each.
They were merely stepping stones to reach EX Grade—not a true summoning of Kayak himself.
“Human.”
At that moment, someone arrived at this place.
Seongun suppressed the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and turned his head.
“Who?”
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[NPC Information]
-Nickname: Chigro
-Resident of Floor 6 Desert of Fire
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Of the Wabolo Tribe, like Lutart.
Or more precisely, an Art wearing the mask of the Wabolo Tribe.
“I’ve come to reclaim the Ring.”
A direct hit.
Seongun finally surrendered to the laughter building in his chest.
“Heh-heh-heh.”
“……What’s so funny?”
Chigro’s expression slowly hardened.
“Ah, forgive me. I’m just delighted you tracked me all the way here—the laugh slipped out unbidden.”
The gratitude was genuine.
He needed to eliminate even the small fry to earn an EX Grade rating, and here one had walked straight to him.
“I wonder how long that smile will last,” Chigro said.
The moment he finished speaking, the Ring dormant in Seongun’s Inventory stirred and was forcibly ejected from its storage.
The Ring tumbled to the ground with a soft roll, then flashed with brilliant light.
The Legendary Returner Devours the Tower (Serialized)
Written by Yeon Iyeo
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