The Regressed EX-Class Martial God Decided to Become a Thousand-Star Hunter - Chapter 25

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Episode 25
Chapter 25.
Vroooom—!
A motorcycle tore across the stone floor of a medieval fortress, roaring like thunder.
The one conjuring this absurdly incongruous scene was none other than Ju Do-gyeom.
With a weighty Great Axe in one hand, he charged straight ahead without sparing a glance for the orcs converging on him from all sides.
“Screech—! A human?”
“Fearless, isn’t he!”
Orcs swarmed toward him from every direction.
The brave aliens felt no fear.
The result was carnage.
The first orc that rushed in from the front.
His torso couldn’t withstand Ju Do-gyeom’s strike—powered by the momentum and force of the motorcycle—and was split in two.
“Screech—! Arrogant human…!”
The orc that followed, snorting and raising a Glaive, fared no better.
Ju Do-gyeom’s Great Axe swung from the side like a hammer, turning the creature’s body to pulp in an instant.
The axe whirled like a cyclone in all directions.
The motorcycle hurtled forward.
Green blood sprayed.
“Screech—! Seize him!”
“Just one human…… Gag—!”
“Choke—!”
Orc snarls, roars, screams, death.
Concealed in the shadow of a collapsed building nearby, Kim Han-yul watched the spectacle unfold and found herself trembling involuntarily.
‘Is that even real?’
She’d seen the Zombie Burst before, but she still couldn’t wrap her mind around the sight of someone wielding such a massive weapon in one hand while steering a motorcycle with the other and charging forward at full speed.
It defied common sense entirely.
When you thought about it, raw strength alone couldn’t account for something like that.
Kim Han-yul, who had momentarily lost herself in thought, shook her head and refocused.
‘I can’t be standing here. I need to move.’
The longer she delayed, the greater the burden on Ju Do-gyeom.
His dominance was so overwhelming that she sometimes forgot.
But right now, he was operating without sight.
‘…This is ridiculous.’
In any case.
When he’d told her to prepare the Deadly Poison, she’d had a vague suspicion.
Was the goal to poison the orcs?
Dump it in a well, perhaps?
But Ju Do-gyeom’s answer had surprised her.
-Wells are useless. Orcs are built entirely of muscle, even their stomachs—they digest ordinary poison without issue.
Of course, if it wasn’t ordinary poison, if it was genuine deadly poison crafted by a proper toxin master, that would be a different story.
Unfortunately, Kim Han-yul’s poison was a manifestation-conjured Deadly Poison.
Pouring it into a well might not even reach the level of a laxative for them.
And even if it were true deadly poison, once a few orcs drank from the well and showed convulsions, the rest would simply stop drinking—rendering it useless.
Sure, you could exhaust them that way, but who could say when those orcs, with their superior stamina and lower water requirements than humans, would finally collapse?
The waiting Hunter might fall first without it being strange.
So Ju Do-gyeom had told her the real method.
-Over there. Do you see it, Kim Han-yul?
-Where…… Ah, that white building?
-A Temple.
-A Temple?
Though its exterior was badly damaged, it certainly looked like one.
-Deep inside, there’s a Goddess Statue. Offer the Water Purifier containing the Deadly Poison before it.
-……That’s it?
-Yes, that’s enough.
Offering.
In other words, present it as a gift.
To the deity, the poison.
Then the god would reclaim that offering.
And over the course of several days, rain would fall across this entire Dungeon.
A rain that carries the very nature of what was offered.
Offer water, and gentle rain falls.
Offer poison, and poisoned rain descends.
And the stronger the poison, the stronger the rain that falls.
It was an unknown hidden piece—a secret strategy for clearing this Dungeon.
—All right, I’ll do it. But… why use a Water Purifier specifically?
The answer came back immediately, as always.
—Veneration is offered in a vessel itself. And that Water Purifier maintains whatever is inside in its purest state. The vessel will draw out the purity of your Deadly Poison.
Only then did she understand.
Why Ju Do-gyeom had gone through the trouble of procuring that expensive, cumbersome magical engineering Water Purifier, taking a full week to prepare it.
It had been planned from the beginning.
Everything was a setup for this Dungeon.
Even as she ran, doubt gnawed at her.
‘How in the world did he even know about this?’
It was a strategy unknown to the world.
If this was real, the difficulty of this Dungeon would plummet entirely.
Simply bringing along a single competent poison master wouldn’t be strange at all for dropping it from the worst Dungeon’s ranking of eleventh place.
As her doubt deepened.
A voice from memory carved its way into her mind.
—Hmm, Kim Han-yul. I believe your Deadly Poison could produce a weakening rain of that caliber.
A surge rose in her chest.
‘Who are you looking down on!’
She wanted to shout, but held it back.
Because she knew who was drawing the enmity of hundreds of Orcs all by himself, causing chaos from far away.
In the occupied Borderlands Earl Fortress Dungeon, there wasn’t a Hunter who could pull off something like that alone.
Not even among B-rank Hunters—forget D-rank.
She could be certain of that.
‘A real mad monster, that one.’
Her tongue clicked inwardly.
But her eyes filled with exhilaration.
Her grumbling was nothing but concern.
That had always been her nature.
She thrived on tackling what others called impossible, and savored the rush of breaking through it.
Ju Do-gyeom was exactly the leader who could guide Kim Han-yul perfectly.
‘That’s just so cool.’
Her initial worries and discomforts were swept clean from her mind.
Of course, she had no intention of ever voicing this thought aloud.
She believed the team needed someone like her—someone to nag and keep everyone grounded.
‘…Our leader always has a plan anyway.’
Who could say otherwise?
She was moving while thinking these thoughts.
“Squeal…? A human?”
An Orc moving toward Ju Do-gyeom caught sight of Kim Han-yul.
Kim Han-yul raised her gun with a flat, measured gaze.
A silenced Mana pistol.
Originally a weapon whose appeal lay in its loud report, but modified and Manifested with a suppressor for the sake of infiltration.
The privilege of a Manifestation Technique user whose imagination becomes blueprint.
Phip-! Phip-!
With each muffled shot, the Orc’s knees buckled.
Its balance shattered.
Rapid-fire shots follow toward that skull.
Phwip-whip-whip-!
No matter how thick an Orc’s hide or how solid its bones, it couldn’t survive three Mana rounds striking dead center at point-blank range.
The massive body crumples instantly at the alley’s mouth.
A thought arose unbidden.
‘If I summoned Marktoo, this would be a hundred times easier.’
But she couldn’t.
Not only was he too large, but he was so boisterous that using him would expose her position immediately.
‘…Our Marktoo will get his chance to shine later, I was told.’
By whom?
The team leader.
For reference, motorcycles can’t be created for the same reason.
‘Because the team leader’s riding one.’
One of the weaknesses of the Manifestation Technique.
You can’t create a second copy of something that already exists as a manifested object.
The one and only motorcycle, the team leader had taken it clean away.
Meanwhile, the Manifestation Technique user herself was sneaking forward on two legs and a single gun.
‘Such is my fate.’
Even while struggling like this.
Kim Han-yul found herself smiling without quite knowing it.
Before her eyes, a ruined temple began to appear.
Was it because Ju Do-gyeom had drawn all the aggression?
The surroundings were eerily silent.
Not a trace of a single orc.
Vroooom—!
‘Still, I can hear that motorcycle sound even from here.’
Either way, a half-collapsed stone roof.
Moss-covered pillars.
And beyond them, a pitch-black darkness stretching inward.
Kim Han-yul did not hesitate.
‘Time to go in.’
Whether this was real or not, she couldn’t say.
But for now, she’d do what the team leader told her.
Kim Han-yul slipped quickly into the darkness.
* * *
At that same moment.
Ju Do-gyeom was still racing down the fortress’s main thoroughfare.
“Chiik—! Stop him! Pen him in the plaza!”
“Warriors, raise your spears! We crush the silent iron steed first! Chiiiik—!”
The orcs were not zombies.
They had intelligence, language, and tactics.
Before long, they’d erected a wall of spears across his path and begun laying ambushes of axemen in every alley.
A fairly military response.
Exactly what you’d expect from an occupying force that had conquered a fortress.
The only problem was that they’d chosen a bad opponent.
‘A wall of spears.’
Ju Do-gyeom didn’t slow down.
Instead, he drew Internal Energy up from his Dantian and drove it headlong against his Qi Meridians.
Crash—!
Something detonating inside his skull.
Percussion Force, Divine Beast Latent Force.
『Skill, Divine Beast Latent Force Technique (3-star) is promoted.』
『Temporary power rank increase D- => C-』
The divine beast’s tremendous strength exploded through every muscle in his body.
Backlash?
There’d be one this time too, surely.
But he was planning to stay shut in for a few rainy days anyway.
He could sleep through the backlash just fine.
The Great Axe, loaded with that explosive strength, came crashing down on the exact center of the spear wall.
Boom—!
“Chiaaaak—!”
“We can’t—we can’t hold it—!”
Spears shattered, shields buckled, and the entire formation behind them collapsed.
The motorcycle glided serenely through the breach.
The orcs’ fury rang out behind him like a bell.
“What manner of human is that! Chiik!”
“Not human! A demon wearing human skin!”
A demon.
Might not be wrong, Ju Do-gyeom thought.
The uninvited guest in his skull had been gleeful and fidgeting ever since.
‘Be quiet.’
He pressed down the madness with a single phrase, and Ju Do-gyeom recalled the source of this strategy.
‘The Poison King.’
The distant future.
Among Hunters belonging to the Unified Asia Fortress City, a powerhouse counted among the top ten.
Tang Hao, a Chinese who claimed to be the last descendant of the Sichuan Tang Clan, known as the Poison King for his mastery of toxins.
It was a story he’d casually mentioned during a drinking session once—the very strategy for clearing this Dungeon.
-The occupied Borderlands Earl Fortress? Heh heh, for a poison master like me, that Dungeon is a granary. A granary.
Make an Offering of poison to the Goddess Statue, then rain down poison from the sky.
Then sweep up the weakened Orcs.
There are only two necessary conditions.
A herder who can drive up the massive swarms of Orcs gathered around the Goddess Temple, and the Deadly Poison mentioned earlier.
What you can Farm this way are high-grade Mana Stones—hard to find at B-Rank.
And Magical Tools worth using, dropping only from the Orc Warlords.
Of course, there’s no guarantee the latter drops on the first try.
‘If it doesn’t, we just keep running until it does.’
Kim Han-yul seemed to think they’d clear this Dungeon once and be done, but unfortunately, Ju Do-gyeom’s plan was to repeat Farming until they got what they needed.
Kim Han-yul would probably get used to it soon enough.
Though she grumbled, it was perfectly clear to Ju Do-gyeom’s eyes.
‘She was enjoying it.’
Did she have madness embedded in her head like he did?
He’d have to ask her sometime.
Ju Do-gyeom had the thought that Kim Han-yul would be shocked if she knew.
Even as he continued carving through the Orc swarm, his head suddenly snapped to the side.
“Chee-eek-! Clear the way-!”
With the commotion, the Orcs near the inner city suddenly split left and right.
Walking through the gap was a towering figure—two full heads taller than any Orc they’d seen so far.
An Orc Centurion, scarred and tattooed across his entire body in black marks.
The creature drove his pair of Great Axes into the ground with a thunderous boom and roared.
“Human! I, Karga of the Red Fang Tribe, shall take your head!”
“Chee-eek-!”
“The Centurion speaks! Chee-eek-!”
“Ooooooh-!”
The Orcs’ morale surged, their voices erupting in a roar.
It was in that gap.
Whoosh-!
A blast of searing heat came hurtling through, accompanied by the sound of roaring flames.
A fireball hurled by an Orc shaman hiding on the roof.
Even amid the endless chaos, his Wave Perception Sensing Technique, now at four stars, read its trajectory through sound and vibration.
His Sure-Kill Eye marked the red point burning atop the flame.
Ju Do-gyeom, standing upright, didn’t spare the fireball a glance as he carelessly swung his Great Axe.
Right after.
Crack-!
With the sound of glass shattering.
The fireball split in half and vanished.
Only sparks that couldn’t even be called residue scattered pitifully across the ground to either side.
Then came silence.
“…….”
“……Magic… was cut? Chee-eek…….”
One of the Orcs muttered.
Karga’s feet, which had been walking forward so confidently, suddenly froze in place.
It was a natural reaction.
Magic could only be cut with an Aura.
This was common knowledge not just for humans, but for Orc warriors as well.
How was it possible?
The question arose unbidden.
Meanwhile, Ju Do-gyeom remained composed.
The Heavenly Kill Nature—a power that could slay even divine authority, even immortality itself.
Cutting through magic was naturally within its reach.
‘Honestly.’
He felt certain that even the absolute rules within a Dungeon could be overridden if they fell within his sphere of perception—he could kill them.
In that moment, the orc centurion Karga cried out.
“Chui-yi-ik—! Shaman, get back!”
In that gap.
Even mid-thought, Ju Do-gyeom flicked his finger lightly, channeling the Internal Energy he had prepared.
『Skill Shadowless Finger Flick upgraded to 2-Star.』
Crack—!
A wind blade tore through the air, piercing the shaman’s brow on the rooftop.
“Chui……!”
The scream never fully escaped his lips.
The shaman, still gripping his staff, tumbled forward across the roof and fell to the plaza floor below.
Thud.
One heavy sound.
It was then that every orc’s gaze in the vicinity snapped toward that spot.
Crack-crackle—!
The sound of wind being rent apart filled the air.
All eyes followed.
There, Ju Do-gyeom had already launched himself skyward from his motorcycle, the Great Axe—as tall as he was—held high above his head, now suspended directly above the orc centurion Karga.
Karga’s eyes bulged wide as he raised the Glaive in a defensive stance and bellowed.
“How dare you—!”
What followed.
It happened in an instant.
Crack—!
The orc centurion Karga’s body was split perfectly in half vertically, both pieces falling to the ground.
The Glaive he had raised horizontally to block met the same fate.
And so.
Following the orc shaman, now the centurion as well.
Having dispatched two of the orc elite in a single breath, Ju Do-gyeom kicked off from the ground and launched himself skyward once more.
It was the Flash Step Technique.
His destination: the seat of his motorcycle once again.
Arriving with acrobatic grace, Ju Do-gyeom gently twisted the throttle once more.
And then, once again.
Roar—!
The exhaust note, now a sound of terror to the orcs, tore through the air.

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