The Legendary Regressor Devours the Tower - Chapter 62

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Episode 62
Seong Un couldn’t hide his disappointment.
A demon, of all things.
If he’d known this would happen, he should have let it fall to the ground instead of catching it with his bare hand.
‘So you don’t always get lucky either.’
Leonice, who had been watching quietly, showed a look of surprise.
“Isn’t that only natural?”
No one can be lucky every single time.
If you tried ten times and succeeded all ten, the odds of that being rigged would be extraordinarily high.
‘No, because the results were always favorable, I naturally assumed an angel would appear.’
The reason the results had been good was largely due to his memories from his past life and the recollections seared into his mind.
The Golden Dice he’d used before owed its success to a loophole—a shortcut that invoked good fortune—while the Two-faced Coin tested pure luck itself.
And the result was a demon.
“You’re right. It would’ve been nice if luck had been on our side.”
He couldn’t yet be certain this was unfavorable.
It was SSS Grade, after all—surely a demon would still yield something worth having?
The moment that thought crossed his mind.
Crack—
The coin fractured, then began to warp.
Seeing the change, Seong Un threw the coin forward.
Screech—
The silver coin turned crimson and began belching smoke.
‘Is it Necromancy?’
‘No. It looks like an actual demon is appearing.’
‘A demon? You mean those things actually exist?’
‘I have no idea.’
An angel? A demon?
He’d never seen such beings even in his past life.
And so Seong Un didn’t believe in the existence of such creatures.
As if in answer to his disbelief, a figure vaguely human in shape emerged from the smoke—an NPC.
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[NPC Information]
-Nickname: None
-???
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“…….”
It was a grotesquely formed NPC.
Its alabaster skin was riddled with countless cracks, and through each fissure, dark blood seeped out.
In the hands of this NPC lay a black box.
[Unidentified Box]
-What it contains is unknown.
The black box, so eerie it made every hair on his body stand on end, offered no information whatsoever.
It was identical to the box from which he’d obtained Janus’s Jade Stone in the previous big event.
That box, however, had gleamed brilliantly in gold, whereas this black box inspired such visceral dread that merely approaching it felt unbearable.
Of course, that wasn’t enough to make Seong Un hesitate.
“Hey.”
Seong Un attempted to communicate with the NPC.
He was hoping to glean at least some hint about the box.
“…….”
But whether the NPC couldn’t hear him or simply didn’t care, it stood motionless with unfocused eyes fixed straight ahead.
“Does it have no sense of self?”
An NPC devoid of self, merely carrying out its assigned role.
That was exactly what the one before him seemed to be.
Slide—
The NPC slowly extended the box it was holding toward Seong Un.
“Looks like I have no choice but to open it…….”
With a sigh, Seong Un reached out and took the black box the NPC was offering.
Having delivered its cargo, the NPC crumbled to dust and vanished.
‘The delivery method is quite strange too.’
‘I share that sentiment.’
I wish a simple black box had shown up instead.
Why does it have to feel so ominous?
Seong Un set the black box down on the floor.
‘Are you going to open it right now?’
‘Is there a reason to wait?’
Seong Un gripped the box with both hands.
Postponing the opening wouldn’t give him any information about it anyway.
And he was dying to know what was inside.
With a what-the-hell attitude, he broke the seal.
“A short sword?”
Inside the box lay a single short sword.
It was a short sword with a handle wrapped tightly in black leather, and a blade of black iron steel that gleamed with a sharp edge.
Seong Un carefully reached in and drew out the short sword.
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[Rakshasa]
-Type: Short Sword
-Rank: SS Grade
-Attack Power: 850
-Critical Rate: 12~15%
-Remaining Durability: 100%
-Special Ability (1): [Passive: Hunger] Constantly Active
-Special Ability (2): [Active: Rakshasa’s Banquet] Available
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An SS Grade short sword, no less.
“Attack power of 850…”
Seong Un let out a breathless laugh in disbelief.
SS Grade is currently the highest publicly known rank.
And most players didn’t obtain one until climbing to the twentieth floor—even then, it required growth. Yet Seong Un had acquired an SS Grade weapon after scaling only seven floors.
‘What is Hunger?’
[Hunger]
-Type: Passive
-Rank: SS — Absorbs a small amount of life force and mana each time you strike a target.
Interesting. It can absorb life force and mana?
That’s quite similar to the Life Drain Technique, which made its name as an SSS+ Grade skill.
Next came Rakshasa’s Banquet.
[Rakshasa’s Banquet]
-Type: Active
-Rank: SS
-For 10 minutes, awakens the true nature of the evil spirit dwelling in the short sword. During the effect duration, attack speed increases by 100%.
-If you slay a target, its soul becomes an offering, and the damage of your next attack increases by 500%.
*Cooldown: 24 hours
The special abilities were equally brutal.
“So demons aren’t bad after all, huh?”
If he acquired a sword from the twelfth floor and equipped it with the spirit of magma, he’d have two S Grade or higher weapons before even attempting the thirteenth floor.
Seong Un’s smile was deepening when it happened.
[A Demon’s Contract has begun.]
A black window appeared, and his inventory opened by force.
“What the hell…?”
Sensing danger, a curse slipped from Seong Un’s lips.
Then a black mist rolled across the inventory, and a dark orb pulsed with an eerie light in the corner.
[A Demon’s Mark takes root.]
“A mark?”
[Demon’s Mark]
-If you fail to pay the corresponding price within the time limit, all items will be confiscated.
-Time Remaining: 60 days
So he has to pay a price?
Since Rakshasa is SS Grade, the corresponding payment would likely require handing over an SS Grade item to make the mark disappear.
“Scratch that—I take it back.”
But it was already done. There was no backing out now.
Seong Un scratched his head in frustration and placed the short sword into his inventory.
‘What should I do?’
‘Well, I have sixty days, so I can think it over carefully.’
There would be plenty of opportunities to obtain SS Grade items in the future.
When that time came, he could simply choose something less efficient and pay it as the price.
Fortunately, the amount he had to pay didn’t increase as time went on.
If he thought about it in monetary terms, it was like an interest-free loan.
Bang, bang!
Just then, someone knocked hard on the door.
“Hyung! Hyung!”
Han Geon-woo’s urgent voice followed.
‘What’s happened?’
Sensing something amiss, Seong Un pushed the box aside and went to the entrance, opening the door.
Han Geon-woo stood before him with a pallid face.
His entire face was streaked with tears, and his breathing came in ragged gasps as though he might collapse at any moment.
“What is it? Why do you look like that?”
“Hyung… my younger sister…”
“Your sister what.”
“She’s been kidnapped! My sister’s been kidnapped!”
“Kidnapped?”
Seong Un’s brow furrowed.
“Please, you have to help me.”
Han Geon-woo sank to his knees, clutching at Seong Un’s pant leg and sobbing.
“First, we should contact the Association—”
“No! You can’t!”
“What?”
“They threatened to kill my sister on the spot if word of the kidnapping reaches the Association.”
Who on earth were they?
The fact that they’d mentioned the Association meant they knew of its existence, yet had proceeded with the kidnapping anyway.
‘Are they targeting me?’
If so, they had considerable audacity.
‘Despicable.’
He’d already anticipated that there would be those who made moves even while the Lock remained in place.
That’s why the Association kept a close watch, and he’d established a protective perimeter in cooperation with the Guild.
Unable to breach that perimeter directly, they’d resorted to this crude method of abduction.
And they’d targeted a Non-Awakener at that, not even an Awakener.
Whoever they were, they’d crossed a line they shouldn’t have.
“Come inside first.”
“But, but there’s no time…”
“If you just rush out blindly, how will you find her?”
“You’re right…”
Seong Un ushered Han Geon-woo inside and called Lee Sang-hyun, a disciple of Woo Min-cheol, summoning him over.
[Yes, of course. I’ll head over right now.]
Before long, Lee Sang-hyun arrived at the house.
“What did you need? And why the phone?”
“A call came in from a restricted number. Can you trace its location?”
“Trace the location?”
“Yes. Without them realizing.”
“It’s possible.”
Before his Awakening, Lee Sang-hyun had competed in hacking defense tournaments and placed well enough to prove his exceptional skill.
In fact, beyond Woo Min-cheol’s recipes, he’d developed independent Artifacts of his own, one of which was Signal Tracking.
By combining the Artifact with a device like a smartphone and imprinting the voice frequency of a target into it, he could rapidly penetrate the communication network, locate signals with matching wavelengths, and pinpoint their location.
His rising reputation owed much to such unique Artifacts, yet he attributed all credit to his mentor, Woo Min-cheol.
It was a measure of the respect he held for him.
Whirr—
Right on cue, a call came through with the caller ID restricted.
“That’s him! That’s the one who kidnapped my sister!”
Han Geon-woo cried out in alarm.
Click.
But Lee Sang-hyun didn’t answer the call; he simply let it disconnect.
“For now, I won’t pick up.”
“Damn it! Why’d you just cut the call?”
Lee Sang-hyun’s unilateral action left Han Geon-woo feeling as though his train of thought had simply derailed.
He immediately lunged at Lee Sang-hyun, but Seong Un caught him and held him back.
“You’re in the way. Get some rest for a bit.”
Seong Un wrapped an arm around Han Geon-woo’s neck and applied gentle pressure.
“Ugh! Bro—Brother!”
Han Geon-woo came to his senses and frantically tapped Seong Un’s arm with his hands, but within moments, he lost consciousness and blacked out.
Only once Seong Un confirmed he was unconscious did he release the pressure and, hoisting Han Geon-woo up, hurled him onto the bed before returning to the living room.
“How long do you think it’ll take?”
“Hmm, ten minutes?”
Ten minutes.
It was an absurdly short span of time.
Yet Lee Sang-hyun drew something from his inventory with absolute confidence.
A rectangular object wrapped tightly in mana-infused thread.
Seong Un recognized it immediately as a prototype of the Signal Tracking device.
‘How is he this fast?’
Honestly, he couldn’t help but marvel.
In his previous life, Lee Sang-hyun had only begun developing the Signal Tracking device after his mentor Woo Min-cheol died.
Yet now he’d started development more than a decade ahead of schedule.
‘Since joining the Association?’
There was no other explanation.
Seong Un watched from the doorway as Lee Sang-hyun used Han Geon-woo’s unconscious body to unlock the smartphone and emerged, then asked:
“Did you develop that yourself?”
“Huh? Oh, this? Yes, I did put it together recently, but… it’s not 100% complete yet.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course, ten minutes isn’t an exaggeration, so you can rest assured!”
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Nine minutes into the work.
“I’ve got it!”
Lee Sang-hyun quickly reported the location.
The location he provided was Uijeongbu, Gyeonggi Province.
“Aren’t you rushing a bit too much?”
“I promised to finish in ten minutes.”
“There won’t be any mistakes, will there?”
There couldn’t be even the slightest error.
These were reckless thugs who’d escaped; if something went wrong, there was a high chance it would directly threaten Han Geon-woo’s sister.
“Yes. I’m certain.”
At his confident declaration, Seong Un asked nothing more.
“Very well. Then please stand by here until the situation is resolved.”
“Here?”
“Just as a precaution against any unforeseen circumstances.”
“Understood! Then please take this with you.”
Lee Sang-hyun handed Han Geon-woo’s smartphone to Seong Un.
The artifact used was still integrated with the phone.
“Ah, so you’ll track my location through this?”
“Yes. So I can provide immediate support if problems arise.”
“I understand.”
Seong Un tucked the smartphone into his pocket and stepped outside.
“Are you certain about this?”
Jang Byung-jun was standing outside.
His face was etched with concern as he looked at Seong Un.
“Yes. If something seems to go wrong, I’ll ask for your support.”
While Lee Sang-hyun worked, Seong Un had texted Jang Byung-jun the full situation.
“…Understood. Be careful. If anything seems amiss, I’ll be right there.”
“Thank you.”
The Legendary Returner Devours the Tower (Serialized)
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