The Legendary Regressor Devours the Tower - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64
Seong Un’s face flooded with bewilderment at the turn of events—completely contrary to his expectations.
“Why do you look so put out?”
“I’m not put out. How did you even know to find me here?”
“Someone told me you cleared the seventh floor at EX++, so I swung by your place to hang out. There was some weird guy there, and he gave up your location.”
“Just because I got EX++, does that automatically mean it’s me?”
“Then who else is there that could score EX or higher?”
There was no denying that.
“A non-awakener’s been kidnapped. What are you doing here—aren’t you worried something might happen to him?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. You know what magic grimoire I bought after scraping together some gold?”
“Don’t tell me Concealment?”
“…How did you know?”
How did he know?
If he’d bragged in front of him about learning Concealment in his past life, how could he not know?
“Just a lucky guess.”
“Damn it—now you’re even good at guessing? Life’s so unfair, isn’t it?”
“Life’s supposed to be unfair.”
“…That’s crap. Really.”
“Anyway, you’re not saying you can actually rescue Han Jin-woo with just Concealment, are you?”
“Why not?”
Seo Jae-pil’s face brimmed with confidence as he activated his Concealment.
His body vanished in an instant.
Yet Seong Un’s Hypersensitivity traced his magical presence with ease.
Click.
Seong Un placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
“That level won’t cut it.”
Seo Jae-pil dropped his Concealment and sighed.
“…You’re serious?”
“Yeah. There’s a field covering the area. They probably already know we’re here.”
“Then what do we do? Should I just head back?”
Seo Jae-pil gestured toward the way he’d come.
“Can you gather spilled water back into a cup?”
“Why bother gathering it? Just get a fresh cup.”
“…Don’t say things like that.”
“But it’s the truth, isn’t it?”
He thrust his thumb up with a grin, and Seong Un nearly landed a punch on him for it.
But then Seong Un snapped his fingers as if a good idea had struck him.
“Wait—I think there might be a decent way.”
“Huh? A way?”
* * *
‘Ugh… I think I’m dying.’
Han Jin-woo showed signs of motion sickness from being carried at high speed over someone’s shoulder.
His pants were damp from having wet himself, and his stomach churned on top of the discomfort—he couldn’t think straight.
“Boss, we brought back what seems to be a fly that got stuck to us.”
Where was this place?
Han Jin-woo forced his eyes to move, surveying his surroundings.
He’d been locked in a cave at first, but now he was inside some kind of large barracks.
Black stones were arranged in one corner, with delicate magical circuits running between them.
Probably used to power the magical field.
Besides that, he spotted several monitors and unfamiliar equipment scattered about.
But he couldn’t guess their purpose.
“Are there two intruders?”
“Yes. We’re not certain if any of them are Irregulars.”
“What about the smartphone location?”
The man receiving the report turned his gaze toward whoever sat before the monitor.
“It’s stationary. No movement.”
“Hmm.”
The man rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
Earlier, he’d transmitted a location through Han Geon-woo’s smartphone.
“No additional signals have been detected so far.”
“What about outside?”
“Same situation.”
“What do you all think? They’re closing in on us.”
The man asked everyone gathered in the Barracks.
“They seem to be an Irregular.”
“Why?”
“Because they know our location precisely. Since we gave them the location, they must be an Irregular.”
“That so?”
“Yes. If the Association had gotten wind of this, we would’ve picked up additional signals by now. Aside from those two, there’s been nothing.”
It was a reasonable conclusion.
The Association had shown no particular movement.
“Fine. Go out and greet them.”
“Understood!”
A few of his subordinates left the Barracks, and not long after, screams erupted in succession.
“Boss, they’ve arrived.”
Tension filled the air inside the Barracks.
“Throw the hostage in front of me.”
“Yes.”
At the man’s command, Han Jin-woo was hurled forward.
“!”
The impact was considerable—Han Jin-woo’s brow furrowed in pain.
The man then pressed his foot down on Han Jin-woo’s chest, doubling the agony.
Creak—
And the door to the Barracks swung open as a single man entered slowly.
He appeared to be in his early twenties.
“Now that you’re here, release the hostage as promised.”
He glanced at Han Jin-woo, then fixed a murderous glare on the man grinding him beneath his heel.
“A promise? Cut the nonsense. Bring me the Irregular.”
“I am the Irregular.”
“That right? Should I kill this bastard?”
The man roughly peeled the tape from Han Jin-woo’s mouth and pressed down harder with his foot.
“Gaaaahhh!”
Han Jin-woo’s eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets as a groan tore from his throat.
“You goddamn bastard! I told you I’m the Irregular!”
On the verge of losing his breath entirely, he bellowed in desperation.
Meanwhile, the man pinning Han Jin-woo down snorted with contempt.
“Seo Jae-pil. This is your last chance. Bring me the Irregular.”
“…You know who I am?”
Seo Jae-pil’s face paled with shock.
“How could I not? You came from an orphanage, but your biological mother—she’s still alive, isn’t she? Am I right?”
“Insane… You’ve done your homework thoroughly.”
“Of course. How else could I pull off something this insane?”
He had kidnapped a Non-awakener to touch someone protected by the South Korea Association itself, with support from the Guild as well.
And he’d crossed into South Korea to do it.
The table at the center was covered with documents—the Association’s Apartment locations, the security detail’s patrol routes, Han Geon-woo’s frequent visits, and everything related to Seo Jae-pil.
Though he’d failed to extract information about the Irregular due to the Lock, this much was sufficient to lure them out.
“Damn you. I’ll kill you right here.”
Seo Jae-pil swung the Wand he was holding in a wide arc.
He was preparing to unleash magic he’d readied before entering the Barracks.
“Oh, we’re all dying together then? Can you wait just a moment? Let me kill this one first, then we’ll continue.”
From the relentless agony, tears, blood, and spittle streamed from Han Jin-woo’s eyes, nose, and mouth.
Seo Jae-pil clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the Wand.
“…Aren’t you afraid at all? Why go this far just to meet an Irregular?”
“That’s none of your concern. You just need to bring the Irregular here.”
The man sneered.
Then it happened.
Whoosh!
With a sharp, air-rending shriek, a spiraling tempest tore through the Barracks and hurled itself toward the man.
“!”
The man yelped in shock and recoiled, but his subordinate behind him was caught up in it—his neck and chest severed cleanly before he fell lifeless.
Seo Jae-pil squeezed his eyes shut at the horrific sight.
No matter how many times he witnessed death up close, he could never grow accustomed to it.
“This—this isn’t the time.”
Seo Jae-pil snapped to attention and unleashed the spell he’d prepared.
Sparks erupted from the ground, engulfing the entire Barracks in an instant.
“Ugh….”
Han Jin-woo cried out as the sparks flew, and Seo Jae-pil shielded him with a Shield Magic spell to protect him from the electrical assault.
“Aaaah!”
“Gaaahhh!”
Those caught in the wide-area Lightning Magic convulsed as electricity tore through their bodies.
In that moment, Seo Jae-pil rushed to Han Jin-woo and examined him.
“Hey. You alright?”
“Who are you…?”
“That can wait. Can you move?”
Seo Jae-pil snapped the ropes binding Han Jin-woo’s wrists and ankles with sheer force.
“Yes… Thank you.”
Han Jin-woo, now freed, nodded weakly.
But from having been bound for so long, his arms and legs wouldn’t obey him.
“Tsk. I’ll just have to carry you and run.”
Seo Jae-pil was about to hoist Han Jin-woo onto his back.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Yet that man appeared unscathed, drawing his sword and advancing toward Seo Jae-pil.
“This bastard just won’t stay down. Die already!”
Seo Jae-pil unleashed the spell he’d readied next.
Crack!
A Lightning Bolt detonated against the man.
Seo Jae-pil tried to slip out of the Barracks with Han Jin-woo in the chaos.
But the man who’d taken the Lightning Bolt head-on came rushing through perfectly intact, grabbing Seo Jae-pil by the shoulder and yanking him back.
Seo Jae-pil lost his footing and dropped Han Jin-woo, tumbling backward. The man raised his sword and drove it down at Seo Jae-pil’s chest.
…!
Memories from his past flickered through Seo Jae-pil’s mind like a lantern show.
Clang!
But the blade struck something and was deflected to the side, unable to pierce Seo Jae-pil’s chest.
“Oh, you’ve got more skill than I thought?”
The one who’d parried the blow was none other than Seong Un.
“Ha, I nearly died… Cough!”
The moment Seo Jae-pil saw Seong Un and breathed a sigh of relief, attempting to push himself up, the man kicked him in the chest.
Thud!
Seo Jae-pil took the blow square in the abdomen and was sent flying.
‘A Level 78 pushed back that easily?’
Even with specialization in magic, there was a fundamental stat baseline—you couldn’t be overwhelmed like that unless the gap was significant.
That man.
Unlike the rabble around here, he clearly exceeded Level 100.
Which meant at least fifteen floors of Climbing—genuine skill.
‘His movements were deliberately exaggerated, as if to let me react.’
When Seo Jae-pil had cast the Lightning Bolt, Seong Un had entered the Barracks.
Despite their eyes meeting in that moment, Seong Un had approached Seo Jae-pil instead—not the man.
‘He was testing to gauge your abilities.’
Leonice’s voice came through, tinged with displeasure.
‘Yes.’
But the displeasure didn’t stem from the assessment itself—it came from seeing someone of such caliber resort to such crude methods.
Seong Un looked the man over from head to toe.
Like the others before him, he wore Artifacts that made him indistinguishable from any Korean.
“Who sent you?”
This wasn’t simply a recruitment attempt.
If recruitment had been the goal, they wouldn’t employ such an inefficient approach.
“That’s none of your concern.”
The man leveled his sword at Seong Un.
“Ah, so I’m being contracted for assassination?”
“Sharper instincts than expected. Is this what makes an Irregular different?”
“It’s the sort of thing you can predict even without reading the room.”
“Heh, true enough. I wish he’d at least hidden it decently.”
Seong Un exhaled a low sigh.
He didn’t have time to deal with trash like this when he needed to focus on Climbing.
If the Tower hadn’t broadcast that alert to every Climber, none of this would be happening.
‘Humans who can’t hide their inner ugliness—they exist everywhere.’
At Leonice’s cold murmur, Seong Un let out a short laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
The man asked while maintaining an easy smile.
“Oh, nothing really. More importantly—think you’ll be okay? I’ve already sent a support request to the Association.”
“Go right ahead. The ones you killed were cursed. It’ll take a while to track those down.”
Dark Magic exists on Earth as well.
It involves casting a Curse through Dark Magic onto the soul, then setting it to activate automatically the moment body and soul separate.
‘So that’s why he used rank-and-file cannon fodder.’
The man was far more petty and filthy than he’d expected.
Seong Un slowly gripped the Nakhsattra.
The odds were he was more than twice the man’s Level.
Someone might call it a battle without winning odds, but in his past life, Seong Un had overcome such seemingly impossible Level gaps countless times and walked away victorious.
“Want to make a wager?”
“A wager?”
“Yeah. If you manage to kill me before the Association arrives, I’ll hand over every reward and piece of information I’ve acquired from the Tower so far.”
EX++ grade.
Interest flickered across the man’s face—he’d taken the bait.
“Information?”
“That’s right. I’d say it’s a pretty attractive offer for the one who hired you, wouldn’t you?”
“The one who hired me…… Well, I won’t deny it.”
Anyone powerful enough to use a Returner over Level 100 as a chess piece had to be someone of considerable standing.
“But if I hold out, you tell me about whoever gave you the job.”
“Keh keh, you think learning their name will change anything?”
“So—are we doing this?”
“I could just force it out of you, but…… okay, I accept.”
An Unprecedented Returner Devours the Tower (Ongoing)
Author │ Yeon I-yo
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