The Regressed EX-Class Martial God Decided to Become a Thousand-Star Hunter - Chapter 27

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Episode 27
27.
The Butterfly Effect.
A word feared above all others among countless Regressors.
Ju Do-gyeom considered that the situation unfolding now might be one such Butterfly Effect.
‘Dang Ho awakens one year from now.’
How long would it take for him to reach this B-Rank dungeon, the conquered Borderland Earl’s Fortress?
‘That part isn’t certain, but…… even for Dang Ho, it would’ve taken at least two years.’
One of the twelve strongest chosen by Final Humanity.
Even with innate talent, climbing to a B-Rank dungeon wasn’t easy.
The fact that Ju Do-gyeom himself reached this point in mere months was only because he was a Regressor.
Considering all this.
Entering this dungeon three years early and activating a Hidden Piece—it would be strange if it didn’t trigger some Butterfly Effect.
Or perhaps even earlier than that.
The very fact that Ju Do-gyeom began his hunter activities five years ahead of schedule could itself become a problem.
‘And Kim Han-yul being here could become a problem too.’
Of course, that still didn’t answer his questions.
Dungeons were supposed to be unchanging Fixed Worlds, as far as he knew.
Yet the dungeon from three years in the future, as Dang Ho remembered it, was different from this one?
And three years from now, the broken statues are actually repaired?
It would make sense if it were the opposite, but this was strange.
Still, it was a problem that yielded no answers no matter how much he pondered it.
‘I need to find another approach.’
Rain continued to pour down in sheets.
If this level of downpour persisted for several more days, even though Kim Han-yul’s Manifestation Virulent Poison wasn’t particularly potent, the orcs’ combat strength would likely weaken considerably.
That was good news.
The bad news, on the other hand?
‘If rain at this intensity doesn’t let up……’
His hearing—what he relied on most to compensate for his lost sight.
He couldn’t use the Wave Perception Qi Technique.
Every falling drop created noise and generated vibrations.
Fortunately, his Five Senses Unified Qi Technique, which operated independently of sight, and his highly developed sensitivity to Qi would provide some auxiliary support.
‘But fighting at full strength will be difficult.’
In a sense, he was being struck by the Weakening Rain just as much as the orcs were.
And the longer he remained outside taking that rain, the more his strength would drain away like theirs, so he’d be fighting against time as well.
‘Still, Kim Han-yul’s combat capacity remains unchanged, so that’ll be a real help.’
Lost in deepening contemplation.
Ju Do-gyeom opened his mouth.
“Let’s wait a little longer.”
“Understood, Team Leader.”
Kim Han-yul answered with a look of quiet resolve.
* * *
Time flowed on.
The rain did not stop.
Beyond the open door, Ju Do-gyeom held out his palm to feel the rain, then nodded and spoke.
“Let’s go. Kim Han-yul.”
They could wait no longer.
* * *
Kim Han-yul discarded the virulent poison and hair dryer she had in stock.
In their place, she created Protective Raincoats.
The two of them, cloaked in these garments, rode a Four-Wheeled Motorcycle through the forest.
Naturally, the Two-Wheeled Motorcycle they had been using before was also removed.
In an environment with this much rain and muddy ground, a standard motorcycle was simply unusable.
Kim Han-yul, whose sensitivity to machinery had heightened through the Mark-2 foundation, executed all these fabrications with ease.
She was proving to be exactly what Ju Do-gyeom had been counting on.
Thus the Outer Wall appeared in the distance.
Ju Do-gyeom, perceiving nothing but the sound of rain.
Felt only that heavy, solid presence as he spoke.
“As I said, I’ll leave it to you until we breach the Inner Wall.”
Once inside, the rain would be everywhere, but vibrations would diminish.
The ceiling exists, so it’s only natural.
Ju Do-gyeom would find it easier to commit his full strength.
Of course, this means.
The elite orcs hidden beneath the Inner Wall hadn’t been touched by the Weakening Rain either.
‘But surely not all of them.’
At first, it must have been true.
Orcs weren’t the sort to concern themselves with rain, after all.
Once they sensed something amiss, they would’ve retreated deeper and begun their recovery.
That was why.
Ju Do-gyeom hadn’t hesitated any longer.
‘Strike before they fully recover.’
The Four-Wheeled Motorcycle vaulted over the half-collapsed moat, passed through the shattered gate, and burst into the Outer Wall.
Vroom-!
Different in pitch, though now its engine roar sounded like nothing less than a nightmare to the orcs of the Outer Wall.
A few orcs who heard it lurched upright from the ground.
But even though their skin was green, it had lost its usual luster, hanging slack and dull, their eyes devoid of vigor.
Lethargy.
A rare sight for orcs who’d always brimmed with strength, but after prolonged exposure to the Weakening Rain, it was inevitable.
Of course, individual variation meant some orcs still mustered what strength they could.
“Shriek-!”
“Human-!”
“He’s back! Screech-!”
“Kill him-!”
Ju Do-gyeom paid them no mind, pressing only the accelerator.
All his senses remained locked entirely on the bridge leading to the Inner Wall, which descended only halfway.
That was when.
Amid the noise of torrential rain and orc shrieks.
He felt a wave of mana that made his senses recoil.
Ju Do-gyeom shouted.
“Kim Han-yul—left side!”
“I see it!”
As Kim Han-yul turned her gaze, an orc shaman with a haggard expression began spinning, staff held aloft.
Tiny sparks danced and flickered above the staff’s head.
It was Spark, one of the most basic electric spells.
Normally, either Ju Do-gyeom or Kim Han-yul could ignore such magic outright, but the situation was different now.
Water poured down, flooding everything around them.
Both their bodies were drenched.
Though the Protective Raincoat offered some magical resistance, the damage would be far from negligible.
Pop, pop, pop-!
Yet Kim Han-yul, mounted on the rear of the moving Four-Wheeled Motorcycle, cut down the dangerous threat with calm, precise fire in a single burst.
Her marksmanship was something she took pride in.
“Threat eliminated!”
Her cry of relief was short-lived.
Kim Han-yul’s expression hardened.
Directly ahead, where Ju Do-gyeom was charging.
A mass of orcs had raised shields and formed a defensive wall.
Behind them, several orc shamans were likewise casting Spark magic.
Would Ju Do-gyeom know this?
He probably would.
Kim Han-yul, thinking as much, spoke.
“Captain. Just keep pressing that accelerator.”
…….
Ju Do-gyeom offered no reply.
Kim Han-yul thrust both arms forward in front of him and cried out.
“Mark-2! Your turn!”
Hum-!
Blue mana coalesced, and the boss monster of the Broken Ammunition Factory, the Combat Golem Mark-2, descended upon the medieval city below.
Then, facing the mass of orcs ahead.
“Fire-!”
At Kim Han-yul’s command, the Machine Gun blazed.
Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat!
The barrage that had been a calamity for hunters now poured down upon the orcs.
Whether steel or wood, the shields crumbled uselessly.
The bodies of the orcs, thick with leather and muscle, became honeycombs in an instant.
The shamans preparing spellwork in the rear were no different.
The problem was that the Mark-2 unit summoned at the front to defend against contingencies had stopped in place to unleash point-blank gunfire.
And Ju Do-gyeom was accelerating straight toward it.
It was the moment Kim Han-yul, without thinking, seized his collar in a tight grip.
Screeeech!
The motorcycle came to a halt right before the Mark-2, and his head snapped around.
A distance that, delayed by even a moment, would have meant collision.
Ju Do-gyeom twisted sharply and gunned the throttle again.
“Hah…!”
Kim Han-yul, breathing hard and rough, retrieved the Mark-2.
Ju Do-gyeom naturally surged forward onto the road ahead.
Vroooom!
The engine roar—still a nightmare for the orc horde—didn’t cease but pressed onward.
Clang!
His wheels struck the end of the overpass.
The motorcycle lifted.
Kim Han-yul, her face alight with exhilaration, cried out without thinking.
“We’re flying, we’re flying, we’re soaring!”
“…….”
The end of the unbroken charge.
The four-wheeled motorcycle, soaring high, spun half a rotation through the air.
No—a full rotation.
Then crashed down to the ground with a thud.
It landed.
Ju Do-gyeom, already cradling Kim Han-yul in his arms, plunged through the gap of the open Inner Wall door.
Kim Han-yul retrieved the damaged four-wheeled motorcycle with mana.
Thus they entered within the Inner Wall.
The downpour continues.
But the wave that had numbed Ju Do-gyeom’s hearing had diminished sharply.
The interior was quiet.
Or rather, the interior had been quiet.
“Shriek!”
“Human, what place do you think this—!”
“Dare you—! I shall kill you. Shriek!”
The snorts and cries of orcs rang out.
These were unlike the orcs still taking the rain at the Outer Wall.
Those stationed in the Inner Wall were more elite.
And they had been drenched far less by the downpour.
It didn’t matter.
In any case, though their rank was inferior, the numberless orcs of the Outer Wall had all been soaked through.
Ju Do-gyeom drew his Greatsword.
Now that he stood fully upon the battlefield once more.
『Wave Perception Qi Technique (5-Star) has advanced.』
He had ascended to a realm where even the sound of the torrential downpour could be completely disregarded.
* * *
Bargash, the orc warlord—the boss monster of the occupied Borderland Earl’s Fortress—clearly perceived the roars and screams of his kin filtering through the pouring rain beyond.
Yet at the fortress’s highest level.
The feast unfolding in the spacious hall that humans had once enjoyed remained uninterrupted.
They drank the wine that humans had made.
They chewed and swallowed bread, milk, and meat taken from the lands they’d conquered, laughing it all away.
“Shriek… there is no need to associate with someone of no standing.”
“Shriek! Wise words, Great Warlord.”
“If they reach this place, I shall test their mettle. Shriek!”
The centurions—the elite among the occupying orc forces gathered for the feast—nodded vigorously and laughed.
They had heard that Karga, also a centurion, had been split in two by a single blow from a human’s axe not long ago, but they were not greatly afraid.

It wasn’t that the human was stronger—it was that Karga was foolish and weak.
That was how an orc’s mind worked.
Even among those of the same rank as a captain, each believed himself the strongest.
A captain defeated by a human?
Simply meant he’d been weaker than expected.
Otherwise, how could a human who wasn’t even a Sword Master fell him in a single blow?
“Snort—!”
“Snuffle—!”
Lost in such thoughts, snorting contentedly in his indulgence, Karga soon ceased to hear even his subordinates’ screams.
He’d shut out everything.
Then.
Bargash spoke.
“It’s finished.”
“Snort?”
“Snort—!?”
What did that mean?
The answer came not in words, but in the sudden silence of the Inner Wall—broken only by the sound of rain.
A profound quiet.
One of two things.
The human was dead.
Or all his subordinates were.
Which was it?
“Here they come.”
The answer arrived the moment Bargash murmured those words while draining the last of his wine bottle in one long pull.
Bang—!
A thunderous crash, and through the shattered doors of the massive banquet hall came the answer.
“Cough, cough. Captain. We could’ve torn this place apart quietly, you know?”
A female human voice, breathless with effort.
Followed by.
“That would’ve taken longer. Kim Han-yul.”
A man’s voice, utterly composed.
Through the settling dust.
Two humans stepped into view, and their eyes swept across the banquet hall before either spoke again.
“This is completely—”
“A pigsty, Captain?”
Bargash let out a snort-tinged laugh.
“Snuffle-hahaha—!”

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