The Legendary Regressor Devours the Tower - Chapter 50

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Episode 50
‘I regret it. If only I’d had the courage back then, I think I would have at least gone to see her…….’
A conversation I’d had with Seo Jae-pil in my past life.
It wasn’t at this point in time—it was a conversation we’d had five or six years later, over a drink.
Back then, he’d known his mother’s address but never visited Jeju Island, and not long after, the devastation occurred and he died.
Seong Un had called Seo Jae-pil to Jeju Island partly to share a Fate Point with him, but also to breathe a small measure of courage into him.
‘It’s better to regret after meeting her than to regret without ever trying.’
Seong Un could tell Seo Jae-pil had arrived early by visiting his mother’s guesthouse.
But his expression seemed somehow unsettled, as though they hadn’t properly talked.
So Seong Un had pushed him forward—literally.
Left alone, he would’ve returned to Seoul without accomplishing anything.
‘Damn bastard.’
Leonys had spent the entire drive back to Seoul pointedly pouting at Seong Un.
But Seong Un had no intention of soothing his anger.
After all, this mess had started because Leonys had ignored his advice in the first place.
Buzz—
Seong Un’s smartphone vibrated once.
[You asshole! We’ll talk later.]
A message from Seo Jae-pil.
“Looks like they met.”
Seong Un let out a soft laugh.
“Is something good happening, sir?”
Han Gun-woo, sitting beside him, asked with curious eyes.
“Something like that.”
“I see, so there was something like that.”
A shadow of disappointment crossed Han Gun-woo’s face.
He was clearly hurt that Seong Un wouldn’t tell him.
“Once you arrive, start climbing the third floor.”
“Yes!”
“And what was going on between you and Jae-pil?”
Seong Un had no interest in forcing mismatched puzzle pieces together.
But he needed to know where the conflict lay.
“Well, I have my reasons too, sir.”
This bastard.
“No. Pack your things and get out the moment you’re back.”
“But……why are you allowed and I’m not……?”
Han Gun-woo appealed his grievance, but Seong Un let out a derisive snort.
“If you’re so bothered, then leave. I can always use that SSS+ rated bastard instead of you.”
“No, no! Actually, he’s my younger brother, and I didn’t feel like mentioning it…….”
“That so? Well, there was no need to hide it anyway.”
“Yes…….”
It wasn’t a serious problem—just petty bickering between brothers.
Seong Un glanced at the now-sullen Han Gun-woo and opened his mouth.
“That guy must’ve met his mother.”
“His mother?”
“Yeah. The message said they’d finally met.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Does that settle it?”
“Yes!”
Han Gun-woo’s spirits lifted instantly, and he grinned as if he’d never been downcast at all.
‘Selfish bastard.’
Leonys, meanwhile, remained unchanged.
Seong Un simply shook his head as if to say there was no hope, closing his eyes.
He needed to conserve as much stamina as possible, since he was planning to start climbing the seventh floor once he got home.
But that plan fell apart the moment they arrived.
“Are you an Irregular?”
Pyo Ji-hun had been waiting for Seong Un in front of the main gate.
* * *
‘This kid is a genius.’
‘Just as expected of the Sword Saint’s son.’
The son of Sword Saint Pyo Byung-woo.
That label had clung to him like a shadow through his school years.
Yet Pyo Ji-hun paid it no mind.
He was praised for possessing overwhelming talent befitting the Sword Saint’s son, and expectations weighed upon him that once he received an Invitation, he would become a swordmaster to carry on his father’s legacy.
Whoosh—
Determined to meet those expectations, Pyo Ji-hun devoted every spare moment to blade training.
Upon first Awakening, one could acquire a Skill according to one’s latent potential, so he had to secure a high-Grade Skill no matter what.
That way, he wouldn’t tarnish his father’s name.
But then a problem surfaced.
[Congratulations! The climber known as Seong Un (South Korea – Seoul) has completed Tutorial Mode at EX Grade!]
Suddenly some unknown had appeared and recorded an absurd feat—clearing the tutorial at EX Grade.
A score so overwhelming it made even Sword Saint Pyo Byung-woo seem shabby by comparison.
And worse, the person wielded a blade.
‘Who the hell is this guy?’
At first, fury erupted at the fact that his father had been surpassed.
To Pyo Ji-hun, the Sword Saint was like heaven itself.
He threw himself into investigating this person’s background, discovering that he had begun broadcasting under the channel name Seong Un.
When the climber started ascending the first floor, Pyo Ji-hun happened to tune in as a viewer and was instantly overwhelmed by his extraordinary climbing prowess.
[Congratulations! The climber known as Seong Un (South Korea – Seoul) has completed Floor 1 of the Tower of Ruin at EX+ Grade!]
The Grade recorded was nothing short of EX+.
A record worlds apart from the SS Grade his father had achieved.
In an instant, it had reduced a world-ranked climber at 87th place to obscurity.
‘Damn it… how can someone like this even exist?’
Seong Un’s achievements did not end there.
[Congratulations! The climber known as Seong Un (South Korea – Seoul) has completed Floor 2 of the Tower of Ruin at EX+ Grade!]
He had cleared the second floor as well at EX+ Grade, just as he had the first.
At that point, Pyo Ji-hun’s eyes no longer held his father.
Only Seong Un.
Nothing else mattered.
Obsessed, Pyo Ji-hun dug deeper into Seong Un’s every move, stole a blade from his father’s collection, hunted a goblin lurking in a nearby forest, and succeeded in his Awakening.
[You have achieved a remarkable feat.]
[You hunted a monster despite not being Awakened.]
[The System has begun to take notice of your potential.]
[You have met the Awakening requirements.]
And with it came the Skill he acquired.
Destruction Self.
Its maximum growth Grade was SS—a full rank above even Sword Saint Pyo Byung-woo’s.
Had the Irregular not appeared, he would have reveled in possessing the world, but judging it impossible to catch up to that Irregular with this alone, he maintained his composure and entered a Small Tower alone.
Though he struck difficulties and faced near-death moments, he managed to clear it solo and obtained an Invitation.
Afterward, he made his way to the Jingeom Guild.
‘Y-Young Master? Are you alright?!’
The guild member on guard duty at the entrance nearly staggered backward in alarm at his pitiful state, having rushed straight here the moment he cleared.
The high-end branded clothes were torn to shreds, barely holding their shape, and beneath them his skin was caked with blood.
‘Where is Father right now?’
Despite this, Pyo Ji-hun acted as though nothing were amiss and sought out Pyo Byung-woo, making his way to the Guild Master’s office.
‘W-What on earth have you been doing out there!’
Pyo Byung-woo’s reaction was little different from the other guild members’.
He immediately issued orders to bring Recovery Potions.
But Pyo Ji-hun refused the potion.
‘It’s fine. More importantly, I’ve Awakened.’
‘Awakened?! You mean you hunted a monster?’
‘Yes.’
A Forced Awakening.
To undergo that process, one had to hunt monsters alone, without anyone’s help.
The moment even a single other climber became involved, the opportunity for Forced Awakening vanished, and the one who intervened faced a penalty.
That was why Pyo Byung-woo, despite recognizing his son’s overflowing talent, had waited for an Invitation to arrive.
He hadn’t wanted his son to rush forward relying on raw talent and bring calamity upon himself.
Yet here he was, returning having hunted a monster entirely alone, without a word of warning.
‘D-Did you also obtain a Skill?’

‘Yes. I obtained a skill capable of growing up to S-Rank.’
‘Well done! Truly, you’ve done excellently!’
Indeed, he was worthy of being called the Sword Saint’s son.
Now, if he were to join Jingeom Guild and grow with their full backing, he would become a swordmaster to carry on his father’s legacy.
‘I intend to join the Association.’
Yet Pyo Ji-hun harbored no intention of boarding the Royal Road.
‘What…? What are you saying right now?’
When Pyo Byung-woo’s bewilderment showed plainly on his face, Pyo Ji-hun bowed his head in contrition.
‘I plan to join the Association and face an Irregular in proper combat.’
‘That’s absurd!’
Pyo Byung-woo’s rebuke came swift and sharp.
Pyo Ji-hun’s talent was considerable, but an Irregular was beyond such calculations entirely.
No matter how far he soared, the chances of catching up were nearly zero.
‘Whatever you say, my resolve will not waver.’
Yet Pyo Ji-hun showed no sign of bending to his father’s will.
‘…Very well. The moment you walk out that door, Jingeom will offer no support whatsoever. Understand? Choose wisely.’
Pyo Byung-woo drew his blade in his own fashion.
Once he stepped beyond the guild master’s office, the backing of both Jingeom and the Sword Saint would vanish.
‘Yes.’
Yet Pyo Ji-hun, already resolved, left the guild master’s office without a moment’s hesitation.
Afterward, he visited the Association, underwent testing, completed his registration, and formally joined.
‘Please arrange for me to meet the Irregular.’
His purpose in joining the Association was singular.
‘That cannot be done.’
Yet meeting him proved far from simple.
‘Hah, I’m not here to cause harm—why must you refuse?’
‘It cannot be done because it cannot.’
The Association Director remained unyielding.
In the end, Pyo Ji-hun resolved to prove his case through results and entered Floor One alone.
And there, he recorded a score so absurd it read SSS+.
‘SSS+. I believe I’ve proven myself sufficiently. Where is the Irregular now?’
‘Treatment first! Your body is in terrible condition!’
Having rushed to inquire the moment he recorded his score, his body was a wreck.
That he was alive at all seemed miraculous, so treatment came first.
Once Pyo Ji-hun had recovered somewhat, he slipped out of the hospital room and made his way to the apartment where the Irregular was reportedly staying.
* * *
And so Seong Un and Pyo Ji-hun met before the apartment building.
Twenty-four years old by this year’s reckoning.
Black hair cascading to his shoulders, a broad bone structure, sharply defined features, and boldly drawn lines were his hallmarks.
Pyo Ji-hun, handsome enough to draw admiring glances from anyone, swept his sharp eyes over Seong Un from head to toe.
“Who are you?”
Han Gun-woo beside him let out a low growl toward Pyo Ji-hun.
“Heh, run along, errand boy.”
“What, you bastard? Sir, let me take this punk down!”
From this recent Small Tower, Han Gun-woo had raised his Level to 36 and upgraded his Indomitable Limit from Grade A to Grade S through Fate Points.
Swollen with confidence, Han Gun-woo looked ready to charge Pyo Ji-hun on the spot.
“Quit your nonsense and step back.”
“Yes!”
Yet at a single word from Seong Un, he retreated meekly, as if he’d never been any different.
“Oh, well-trained, aren’t they?”
Pyo Ji-hun chuckled, and Han Gun-woo’s face flushed crimson.
“That’s enough.”
Fearing Seong Un might intervene, Jang Byung-jun, who’d been standing guard, cut in with a cold expression, stopping Pyo Ji-hun short.
“Ah, my apologies. A mouthy one meets a stranger and speaks too freely.”
Pyo Ji-hun’s smile faded as he bowed respectfully.
“Han Gun-woo, go on back.”
“Understood.”
Though his pride stung at leaving without challenge, Seong Un’s order was absolute—Han Gun-woo had no choice but to turn away.
He was guided by the bodyguard to a waiting car and departed for home.
“Out of the way.”
Seong Un asked Jang Byung-jun to step aside, and Jang Byung-jun quickly moved to the side.
“Yes.”
“I gather you’ve heard the gist of it. So you wanted to see me.”
Pyo Ji-hun nodded with a smile.
“How could I resist? An Irregular—I had to know who it was.”
“Is that so? Then why does your face look so dissatisfied?”
His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were not.
“You’re younger than I expected.”
The answer was bluntly honest.
“That’s what bothered you?”
Here was someone younger than himself wielding overwhelming talent—and with it came the creeping poison of envy and resentment.
“Would you spar with me once? In the Combat Training Arena.”
The Combat Training Arena.
It was a place developed by the Alchemist themselves, where levels could be equalized for fair matches.
Of course, above level 100 the parameters exceeded allowable limits and couldn’t be matched, but currently Seong Un and Pyo Ji-hun were well within range, so a bout was possible.
“I decline.”
Yet Seong Un had no intention of accepting his invitation to fight.
The moment he got home, he was planning to begin the climb of the seventh floor.
“Why? Are you afraid?”
Pyo Ji-hun’s lips twisted into a sneer, and he let mockery spill across his face toward Seong Un.
“Pyo Ji-hun!”
That arrogant attitude made Jang Byung-jun’s eyes sharpen.
But Seong Un raised his hand in a gesture to hold back, and there was nothing Jang Byung-jun could do.
“I’d just be wasting my time on you.”
Seong Un laughed lightly, as if unbothered, and struck back with ease.
“What if I stake this?”
As if he’d been waiting for it, Pyo Ji-hun produced a single Ring.
At the sight of it, Seong Un’s expression shifted oddly.
The Legendary Returner Devours the Tower (Ongoing)
Author: Yeon I-yo
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