The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 10

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Episode 10. Dungeon Floor 1 (1)
Rui Daiken, a Surveillance Bureau agent who had just shed his apprentice knight status to become a junior knight, read the order that had been handed down to his office.
“Red Fang Suppression Operation.
Operation Commander: Rui Daiken.”
The order was straightforward: eliminate the criminal organization that had taken root in the abandoned factory district of Isra.
Yet there was something he could not comprehend.
“You’re telling me that Sion Carlsen killed the Hashman brothers and extracted information from them?”
Pfft.
A scoff escaped him.
“There’s no way.”
The Sion Carlsen he knew was absolutely not such a man.
Back when he wasn’t even an apprentice knight.
On a day when he’d taken on a noble’s guard duty.
The memory of that noble’s shameful behavior—drunk and riotous at a society party—remained vivid still.
Flirting with the servants.
Looking down on his own guard.
Mocking commoners like trash.
A cripple.
That was exactly what Rui thought of Sion Carlsen.
On the day he’d captured Yoen Hashman, the man had surely been up to something equally dubious.
And yet.
His eyes shifted to the newspaper lying on the table. The headlines made his jaw tighten.
“Sion Carlsen Executes Hashman Brothers for the Sake of His Domain.”
“Sion Carlsen.
A Beast with Hidden Claws?”
It was absurd. So when he can’t win on merit, he’s now shaping public opinion? Disgusting.
Moreover.
“Sion Carlsen.
Throws Down the Gauntlet to the Golden Star Society.”
Grind-grind.
Rui Daiken’s teeth ground together.
He had not set down his sword since childhood, keeping his body and spirit pure.
He had not neglected his training, had endured every grueling stage of selection, and had finally shed his apprentice status to become a proper knight.
And now some loach was slithering into the Golden Star Society, the stage of noble knights, daring to muddy the waters.
“Damn it.”
Sion Carlsen.
What kind of cursed situation was this?
The lord had actually permitted that bastard?
Born of noble blood, and after a pittance of effort, throwing in the towel to wage some pointless public relations campaign? Worthless trash.
Rui Daiken could not abide Sion Carlsen. He was a being that tarnished the prestige of the great noble house, a stain upon the honor of knighthood itself.
“Fine. Let’s see how far he goes.”
Rui Daiken signed the operation order, then drafted an additional request.
“Supplementary Forces Request Form.
In suppressing armed criminal organizations, misinterpreted intelligence increases casualties among friendly forces.
Therefore, if the operative who provided intelligence on Red Fang’s headquarters—Sion Carlsen—participates, information accuracy would improve, reducing our losses.
Accordingly, I request the temporary dispatch of Sion Carlsen, who is currently engaged in a Top-Secret Mission.”
Rui Daiken entrusted the request to his adjutant, then returned to his office.
And.
He unfolded the dry newspaper once more.
“Don’t run, Sion Carlsen.”
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The back mountain of the Carlsen Family Estate.
Dungeon Underground Cavern.
Sion Carlsen drew forth auspicious mana from his Core Circle. Flame Attribute Magic interlocked with the oxygen in the air, igniting flame.
Whoosh—
As darkness receded, a vast space finally came into view. The enormous cavern seemed to speak of itself thus.
—Do not forget that this is the ruins of dead gods.
Sion stood before the wall directly opposite to where he had been absorbing the flame dragon vein. For a moment he gazed at it, then offered a brief prayer.
“Lumen, guide the way.”
Soon he conjured flame at his fingertips and began to draw a magical circle from ancient myth.
He sealed the space in a circular form, and on the right side he carved symbols representing Lumen and Chronos.
On the opposite side, he etched the symbol of the “God of the Dark Moon,” who was said to be the sun god’s adversary.
Rumble-rumble-rumble-
The walls split open on both sides with a thunderous roar that shook the earth, revealing a massive iron gate.
It was a double-doored gate—one half bore the image of a blue dragon, while the other displayed a red dragon.
A mirror image where the two dragons met at the center of the gates, forming a single unified picture.
The dragon carved into the iron gate had its jaws spread open in fury, and at the tip of its tongue was a sphere that resembled the Orb of Will.
As if it were a door handle.
Sion closed his eyes for a moment before opening the gate. He needed time to steel himself.
The first floor of the Dungeon required at minimum one intermediate-rank Knight and two four-star Mages.
Yet. What was his current strength?
Magic: four-star. Swordsmanship: barely between apprentice and beginner level.
By any measure, attempting to clear the Dungeon’s first floor alone at his current power was madness.
‘And yet I must overcome it.’
A Dungeon found with scant probability in the ruins of gods who vanished in the distant past.
No one knows why every Dungeon consists of exactly five underground levels.
Why growing danger and greater rewards await as one descends further.
Why they are hidden so carefully.
No one knows.
But.
Sion had to clear this Dungeon.
There were two reasons.
The first.
The Elixir that strengthens the Core Circle.
To obtain the Fire-Ice Dragon’s Breath.
And to secure capital by mining Sun Stones.
The second.
Before the Regression. The day the Northern Territory fell.
To ensure that nightmare never comes to pass again.
When the demonic beasts covered the heavens and earth in darkness and pressed forward across the lines, the Northern Territory was attacked from both outside and within.
Traitors to humanity had somehow liberated the Fire-Ice Dragon Dungeon through some method, and countless monsters poured into the territory.
This time, I will not allow such a thing to happen, and the best way is to clear the entire Dungeon and eliminate it.
Whoosh.
Sion opened his eyes.
He checked the Artifacts he had purchased from the Twelve Magical Artifacts shop.
The ring on his finger was the Lightning Strike, which granted movement as fast as lightning.
The ice sword at his waist was the Snow Mountain’s Flower.
The teal-colored necklace was the April’s Sprout, which boosted physical recovery ability.
The secret dagger on his leg was the Impact Strike, which exploded with a tremendous sound upon collision.
He then checked one by one the numerous Magic Scrolls stored in his crossbody bag.
Before fierce combat, preparing without regard for method or means—this was the difference between a Knight and a Mage.
Click.
He grasped the Orb of Will.
It wasn’t that he felt no fear.
But.
He took a breath and poured his magic into it.
A moment of silence passed.
Grrrrrrk-
The iron gate opened with a deep, resonant vibration. Inside lay a stone guide marker.
Pass through three chambers.
Meet the breath.
The first floor consists of three chambers. He committed the information to memory and looked ahead. A stone passage stretched before him.
As he walked along the path into the depths, a vast cavern came into view, and at its end stood another iron gate.
That moment.
Thud. The door behind him sealed shut.
Grrrrr-
A chilling low-frequency sound reverberated through the space.
His legs went stiff. Not from genuine fear, but because that cry was the Fear technique of a demonic beast designed to instill dread in its prey.
Auuuuu-
From the holes in the cavern wall, predators that had caught the scent emerged one by one into view.
Ember Wolves.
Embers danced like manes through the ashen fur that covered their bodies, and the teeth protruding from their jaws gleamed like burning coals, sparks scattering from the ground with each step they took.
Each one was five times the size of an adult man. Strength on par with a novice Knight. And there were roughly a hundred of them.
Ordinarily, there would be no chance of victory. Unless, of course, Sion were a Returnee.
But he wasn’t just Sion Carlsen anymore. He was humanity’s last survivor. He was the leader of the resistance.
“Forgive me, but time is short. I’ll end this in one breath.”
A soft rustle.
He unfurled a Magic Scroll.
“Flight.”
A surge—
Powerful magic enveloped his entire body, responding to his will and lifting him into the air.
Duration of casting: five minutes.
Maximum altitude: ten meters.
As he rose toward the ceiling, the Ember Wolves began to snarl viciously.
Clang! Clang-clang-clang! Clang-clang!
Several of them crouched low, preparing to leap.
Sion remained perfectly still.
He merely gripped the frost blade in his hand.
He poured magic into it.
He unfurled multiple Magic Scrolls.
“Attribute Conversion. Ice Barrier. Cold Enhancement.”
Sion’s Flame Attribute magic was transmuted into cold ice magic, flowing into the frost blade.
A transparent barrier of ice formed in a sphere around him, and bitter cold condensed even further.
All fourth-tier or lower ceremonial magic.
Time limit: just over ten minutes.
Crash!
Three Ember Wolves launched themselves from the ground, moving with arrow-like speed as the earth split beneath them.
Flames erupted from teeth black as coal, and immediately collided with the Ice Barrier.
Bang! Crackle—
A deafening roar struck his ears, and for an instant, a high-pitched ringing shrieked through his head.
The reinforced Ice Barrier shattered. One Ember Wolf drove through the gap, its savage jaws descending toward Sion’s shoulder as if to tear it clean away.
Clang!
Sion blocked with the frost blade, striking at its teeth. The beast’s bite force transmitted through the sword, jolting his wrist. Pain coursed through his hand. His body felt crushed.
The moment its jaws closed, his arm would be severed. Yet Sion remained calm, pouring magic into the frost blade.
He squeezed every drop of pure magic from his Core Circle, and through Attribute Conversion, his Flame Attribute magic became the magic of bitter frost.
Screeeech—
The Ember Wolf’s mouth froze cold. Its teeth lost their heat and crumbled to fragments.
Sion swallowed dryly and drove the frost blade toward the beast’s chest.
Squelch! Clang! Crunch! Shriek!
The creature suddenly yelped like a dog, but he paid no mind, slashing the blade left and right.
Splash!
For a Flame-attributed beast, the frost blade was its greatest weakness. Lukewarm blood erupted in explosive torrents.
Even as Sion was drenched in the monster’s blood, he did not stop wielding the blade.
Splash!
The Ember Wolf’s lifeless body fell to the ground, its breath extinguished.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Witnessing this, the other Ember Wolves did not rush recklessly forward. Instead, they began to circle around the point where Sion hovered.
A hunting formation. They were waiting for his magic to deplete before striking together.
But unfortunately for them, Sion was no one’s prey.
His eyes blazed red. They burned even brighter in the face of overwhelming foes.
From Sion’s fingertips, the Lightning Strike gleamed with light.
Sizzle—
Thunder descended into Sion’s body, and electricity crawled across the ground.
“I have no time for this.”
Carlsen-Style High Swordsmanship Revision.
Winding Lightning Flash.
Rumble—
Lightning tore from ceiling to floor in an instant, sweeping the ground in jagged zigzags between the Ember Wolves.
Crash!
It all happened in but a moment.
What resistance could they possibly mount?
The Ember Wolves had already surged past him, and now they turned to face Sion Carlsen, who stood at the entrance of the Dungeon Underground Cavern.
And in that instant, every Ember Wolf’s head came apart. Some had their bodies severed entirely.
Electricity crackled across the floor. Behind it, cold mist shimmered faintly.
A hundred monsters fell at once. They had become corpses.
Click—
The door to the next level opened.
“Phew.”
Sion finally let out a breath. But then—
“Hack!”
He collapsed suddenly, clutching his chest. It was the backlash from overusing the Artifact and the Magic Scroll.
“Gasp… gasp… gasp…”
Powerful Scrolls and Artifacts consumed the user’s body and spirit.
Moreover, since he’d used a different Attribute Magic—not his native Flame Attribute Magic—the agony was even more severe.
His heart felt as though it were burning away.
Save for one thing.
Excluding healing-type Artifacts.
Whoosh—
The April’s Sprout hanging around Sion’s neck massively accelerated his recovery.
“Breathe… breathe out.”
After several deep breaths, Sion regained his composure and walked through the open door.
Into the next chamber.
At least for him now.
Retreat was not an option.
The Returned Demon Swordsman Devours the Northern Territory
Author
: Bang Sim-chul
Date of Creation
: June 16, 2026
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