The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 11

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Episode 11. Dungeon Floor 1 (2)
Underground caverns are fundamentally dark. Without torchlight, you can’t see even an inch ahead.
But this Dungeon was different.
Floor, walls, ceiling.
Flames flickered everywhere, so while it couldn’t be called bright as daylight, it wasn’t entirely dark either.
“Haaah.”
I steadied my breathing, then wiped away the beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead with my sleeve. I drew in slow, deep breaths and composed myself.
The second chamber I walked into.
Scrape-scrape. Scrape-scrape.
A sound like stone clawing at earth echoed through the air. This time, it wasn’t a four-legged Magical Beast.
Magma Turtle.
“Damn.”
A nasty specimen had appeared.
Before the Regression, I’d waged fierce battles against countless Magical Beasts.
In lush forests.
In barren deserts.
In winding rivers.
On cliffs overlooking the sea.
In volcanic regions.
In frozen wastelands.
So I knew more about Magical Beasts than anyone, but Magma Turtles were notorious for their difficulty. Why else would they earn the grim title of “Knight-Slayers”?
Scrape-scrape. Scrape-scrape.
They were moving. Bodies twice as massive as an Ember Wolf. Literally the size of houses.
Between the stone-like carapace, magma flowed like veins, radiating heat beyond mere flame.
Their hardened skin left not even a scratch from ordinary impact.
And despite their turtle nature, their movements were uncommonly swift—a considerable threat. There were thirty of them.
I formulated a strategy immediately.
Time was not my ally.
Swift, decisive action was the only answer.
‘The weakness is the softest belly.’
I unfurled twelve scrolls.
Six Thorn Stone scrolls.
Six Gold Attribute Enhancement scrolls.
I combined the two scroll magics.
I designed a magical trap.
My comrades before the Regression were shocked when they saw this. How could I give form and intent to a different attribute of magic? I don’t know. If it works easily, what am I supposed to do about it?
I poured Mana into Thunder Strike.
Crackle.
Moving swiftly between the Magma Turtles, I installed the trap magic across the floor.
Following my movement, the Magma Turtles rushed forward, their massive legs swinging to flatten me. Like a column striking down. I leaped and dodged quickly. But then—
Crash!
Tucking their heads and limbs into their shells, they rolled at me like boulders.
“Ugh!”
Like taking a cannon blast. In an instant I flew backward and smashed into the wall. The impact tore blood from my mouth. The pain was excruciating, as if my insides were rupturing.
But the stone-hard creatures kept rolling toward me, leaving no time to even feel the pain. I forced my legs to move again.
Crackle. I moved fast, but their shells scraped me repeatedly in between.
“Hnngh.”
I cried out sharply and never stopped moving my legs.
Burn marks covered my body, my ribs were fractured, and blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.
Yet even so.
I analyzed each pursuing creature one by one as I moved. It would be impossible without a high level of computational ability backing every step.
About one minute of this. I finally succeeded in positioning the creatures exactly where I wanted them.
“Rise!”
At my cry, the ground beneath them began to tremble. As if an earthquake had struck.
Rumble-rumble-rumble. Boom!
Thorn Stones erupted from the earth. The hard, metallic spikes pierced through their soft bellies with ease, punching clean through.
Squelch!
Thick blood poured from their mouths and punctured abdomens. The immense volume that gushed from those massive bodies drenched the floor.
They had become skewered meat. Though their shells remained unbroken. But not a single Magma Turtle with a pierced belly survived.
Rattle—
The next chamber opened.
“Gasp. Heave. Heave.”
The wounds burned. Pain gnawed at him. His stamina was bottoming out, leaving him exhausted. But what choice did he have?
He pushed forward, gritting his teeth against the throbbing ache.
A soft shimmer washed over him.
April’s regeneration was mending his body. Without it, he’d have collapsed long ago.
The Dungeon was saturated with pure Mana, so his recovery accelerated rapidly. But even so, he couldn’t claim the situation was good.
‘I need to move faster.’
He had to finish before his body gave out completely. In a place where a moment’s carelessness meant death, he honed his senses to a razor’s edge.
As he reached the final chamber—the central hub—the ceiling tore open and something descended.
A deafening roar split the air.
The cry struck his eardrums like a hammer. If he hadn’t shielded them with Mana, his eardrums would have ruptured.
“Damn.”
The third chamber. So the boss of the first floor was just one. But this Magical Beast was of an entirely different caliber than before—the number of enemies didn’t matter anymore.
Blood-red scales. Eyes split vertically into slits. Flames poured from its maw. Its body was roughly the size of a Magma Turtle, but when it spread its wings, it was four times as massive.
A Red Wyvern.
It beat its wings and took flight, spewing multicolored fireballs from its mouth.
Boom—Boom—
The fireballs fell and exploded.
The ground became an inferno.
Honestly, without Thunder Strike and the Ice Barrier, he’d have been charred to ash.
A violent gust.
A single flap of its wings conjured a scorching wind so fierce he wondered if he could even push through it.
And the Wyvern’s aerial mobility made pursuit itself impossible.
Damn it.
He steadied his breathing again.
The stronger the opponent, the more hopeless the situation—the fiercer his fighting spirit burned.
But at the same time, his mind grew ice-cold.
He drew upon the experience from before his Regression, when war had been the fabric of his life.
He spoke to his two Artifacts—the ring Artifact Thunder Strike and the sword Artifact Flower of Snowy Mountain.
“Forgive me.”
He released their limiters. To draw upon all their remaining lifespan in an instant. It was a taboo that would burn both caster and Magical Tool alike, but he had no choice.
The remaining magical scrolls.
All thirty-six Ice Wall scrolls were consumed as well.
“Make a path!”
Crackle-crack! Crackle-crackle-crack!
An enormous wall of ice rose across the vast underground chamber, carving a corridor between him and the Red Wyvern.
“Come.”
A decisive clash.
Neither side hesitated.
He poured every scrap of Mana from his Core Circle and Core into the fray. With Attribute Conversion sustaining him, he became a god of thunder and ice, wielding frozen lightning.
The Red Wyvern too cried out in its fury, drawing flame from the depths of hell itself.
A violent flap.
It took flight, and in that instant—
He unleashed the Piercing Strike from his blade.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Bang-bang-bang-bang—Boom!
Each impact of the Piercing Strike detonated with a thunderous crash, destabilizing the Wyvern’s flight.
In that split second, its focus scattered.
A flash of movement.
He closed like lightning and swung the Flower of Snowy Mountain toward the creature’s head.
The Karsen Family’s modified sword technique.
Azure flames flickered and danced.
A sharp crack rang out.
They crossed paths.
He landed some distance away.
“Cough!”
The devastating impact drove blood from his mouth. His insides were a wreck. His entire body screamed in agony.
And on the other side—
Crackle-crackle-crack—
The Red Wyvern’s head froze solid, and its crimson eyes had already faded to white.
Crackling sparks scattered. Its head split into six pieces and fell lifelessly.
Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle—
“There it is.”
Apart from my trembling legs.
A sigh of victory escaped me.
I’d brought down the Wyvern.
Thunder Strike scattered from my fingertips.
The Flower of Snowy Mountain in my hand as well.
Snapped with a sharp crack.
I collapsed.
I crashed to the ground right there.
My body felt impossibly heavy.
I lay still and rested.
What would my comrades say seeing me like this? The legendary Sion, struggling this badly? The thought made me laugh despite everything.
April’s Growth had pushed my body to its limits, but I could feel its lifespan running dry.
I dragged myself up on exhausted legs. My body had reached its breaking point, and both my Core Circle and Core felt completely drained.
Yet I forced myself upright and stumbled forward. There was still work to be done.
Reaching the end of the chamber, I found a table carved from stone. On it sat two glass bottles—one sky-blue, the other deep crimson.
One gave off the sense of heat energy, the other of cold energy.
There was no doubt.
It was the Breath of the Fire-Ice Dragon.
But why two bottles?
One must be the breath of a fire dragon, the other the breath of an ice dragon.
I wanted to drink it immediately, but I held back. Spiritual Medicines have ranks. The Breath of the Fire-Ice Dragon is at least S-rank, and Spiritual Medicines at that level kill you if consumed carelessly. I’d need to prepare myself thoroughly before taking it.
I reached for the bottle to slip it into my crossbag but stopped—the bag was shredded beyond use, torn to pieces from the battle.
I tucked the bottles into the folds of my clothes instead.
Then.
Crack-crack-crack—
The chamber wall fractured and collapsed in a tumbling roar.
“Lucky. It’s here after all.”
Among the rubble, crimson stones gleamed. I knew what they were.
Sunstones.
Raw gems that warmed the surrounding area, each one worth as much as a high-grade Artifact.
I gathered myself for a moment, then picked through the debris, collecting several Sunstones.
These would be my fortune going forward.
But then.
Something else caught my eye.
A dark, smooth sphere.
“What is that……?”
Even searching through all my memories before the Regression, I’d never seen anything like it. It looked almost like an egg…… Wait? An egg?
“Hmm…….”
Looking again, it really was an egg. I couldn’t tell what kind, but something told me I needed to take it.
Whoosh.
I tore cloth from my clothes to wrap the egg.
Then I left the Dungeon.
In my clothes I carried two glass bottles.
Several Sunstones.
One egg.
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Back in my room, I stored the spoils away, then found clean needle and thread to stitch my wounds closed myself.
After that.
Arnica.
Comfrey.
Calendula.
I mixed these premium medicinal herbs into a recovery potion and swallowed it down.
A handful of these herbs could fetch ten million Jeni, but I didn’t spare them.
This wasn’t the time to scrimp on herbs or money—I needed to use everything at my disposal to grow stronger.
Then I lowered myself into a bath. I dropped Issgrain into the water as well, scattering it bit by bit.
The medicinal essence clung to each cell and began its work. It gradually settled my chaotic meridians and guided my twisted organs back into place.
Bit by bit.
Little by little, it was getting easier.
In a few days, complete recovery would come. Once healed, my body would transcend its former limits.
‘This too is a skill the Resistance’s Sion learned.’
Lying in the bath for a moment, I recalled my comrades from before the Regression.
My first meeting with those past-life companions hadn’t gone well.
—What the hell is this idiot.
Some cursed me straight off the bat.
—You’ll be a corpse soon. We might not even give you a proper burial.
Others treated me like a cold cadaver.
—You’re really the third son of the Karsen Family? The lord there and the eldest… ah, let’s not talk about it.
There were those who compared me to Father and my eldest brother. That one, incidentally, was the worst.
In any case. In their eyes, I was an incompetent halfwit, the idiot most likely to die first in any battle, so there was no way we could get along.
But I survived, contrary to their expectations.
I endured countless battlefields, losing eyes, limbs, and organs, yet never fell until the very end, and I continued the struggle against the Magical Beasts.
In the end, I was recognized by all and rose to the upper echelons of the Resistance. The comrades who once despised me died before me.
Yet.
Each time, I wept bitterly.
—You’re the one who changes things by living.
—If the myth is true, now it’s only you.
—I didn’t want an ending like this…
—Sion. Live.
—Don’t look back. Go!
I climbed over mountains built from the corpses of my comrades.
I rowed through rivers of blood spilled by my brothers-in-arms.
In the end, I placed all their sacrifices on my shoulders and made a gamble.
This final opportunity I earned.
How could I spend it lightly.
I spent about two days focused on recovery.
Roman fussed about how I’d managed it at all, but I simply told him I’d be fine soon.
In my spare time, I harvested Sunstones from the first floor of the Dungeon, and they were found in every chamber, so the quantity was considerable.
Once all my wounds had closed and my body transcended its former limits.
An order came down from the Inspection Bureau.
“Red Fang Subjugation Operation.
Operation Commander: Rui Daiken.
Deputy: Sion Karsen.
Attire: Civilian Disguise.”
“…Hmm.”
Before the Regression, the Red Fang Subjugation Operation hadn’t occurred for a long time. Back then, Rui Daiken and ‘her’ were the operation leads.
I’d heard there were a few variables, but the subjugation was completed without major incident.
‘It made the front page of every newspaper.’
It was probably around this time that ‘her’ fame spread across the entire Northern Region.
But this time, she’s absent and I’m taking her place. If I distinguish myself in this operation, I’ll gain the renown that she would have earned.
“……”
The wave I created has returned as an entirely different picture.
Do I regret it?
Not at all.
This too will be a move in changing the future, so I would simply move with it.
I opened the wardrobe and searched for clothes to wear as a disguise. To subjugate the Red Fang. Let me investigate this properly.
The Regressed Demon Swordsman Devours the Northern Region
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: Bang Sim
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: June 16, 2026
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