The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 14

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Episode 14. Red Fang (3)
Louie Daiken’s expression was subtle. For good reason. Sion Karsen, whom he’d dismissed as a fool, had discovered a secret passage that didn’t appear on the factory schematics and hadn’t been picked up by any detection device.
And then there was what he’d said at the end.
“No matter how carefully you look, you can’t see every single move. So you have to go, ask questions, listen, and search for yourself.”
The words had struck like a dagger through his heart.
‘Have I really been seeing things wrong? Did the Territory Lord assign this fool some remarkable master?’
In truth, Sion Karsen had no master at all, but the name Karsen itself made anything seem possible.
‘Then his recent actions—are they really happening?’
Ripples disturbed the quiet lake of his mind. But now was not the time for such thoughts. He pushed the distractions aside and gave his orders.
“Everyone moves in. Stay sharp.”
This time, he didn’t order Sion to wait outside. Sion followed naturally behind the other operatives.
The cement factory floor rose at a strange angle, and beneath it lay a dark, steep staircase.
The passage was narrow enough for only a single adult male to squeeze through. Cool, damp air drifted up from the underground.
With Louie in the lead, the operatives pushed their bodies into the darkness. They’d channeled magical power into their eyes to enhance their vision, so it wasn’t complete blackness.
Sion came down last, running his hand along the wall. It was finished with a special material that wouldn’t trigger detection devices.
That a mere criminal organization could afford such installations was strange, but this wasn’t the moment to dwell on it.
After descending a staircase roughly two stories high, they emerged into a slightly wider space where lanterns cast their light.
A single door stood before them. Louie Daiken stepped forward and opened it.
Creeeeak—
“Ugh.”
“Damn…….”
“……God.”
The operatives gasped and cursed at what they beheld. The interior was truly hell made manifest.
Prison cells barred with iron. Inside them, naked women wrapped in rags, their eyes glazed as though intoxicated, devoid of focus.
In the adjacent room lay the bodies of men split open from chest to belly. The blood hadn’t cooled—they’d been cut just moments ago.
Most repulsive of all was the sight of organs, neatly packaged and arranged on shelves fitted with cooling apparatus.
It was a scene that made the stomach turn inside out.
Beyond that—the stench of chemicals, the reek of blood, the stench of waste, a chaos of odors that assaulted the nose.
Was this truly hell?
Ordinary people living in the Territory, kidnapped one day and subjected to this torment until death.
Beyond injustice—a living hell. For them, and for all who loved them.
“So this is why Red Fang delays their escape.”
They slaughter the men to harvest their organs, and break the women’s minds so they’re easy to transport.
Louie Daiken and his operatives approached the iron bars with grim expressions.
But then—
A man burst out from beneath the rags that concealed the women’s bodies. A shotgun was in his hands.
“Die, you bastards!”
An executive of Red Fang who’d learned of the situation outside and taken cover, waiting with suspicion aroused, watching for their approach.
Boom!
Dozens of rounds scattered outward. With a normal gun they could have dodged, but in this confined space, there was nowhere to escape a shotgun’s spread.
The operatives had no choice but to channel magical power into their bodies. Even apprentice Knights could withstand a few rounds, so they crouched with their arms shielding their heads and hearts.
That’s when it happened.
A figure pushed off the ground and moved.
Clang! Clang! Screech!
In a flash—
An uncanny sound rang out.
All the operatives who’d taken the rounds lifted their heads. They didn’t move carelessly; the hostages’ lives hung in the balance, and they needed to prepare for a second volley.
But then—
Thump, rolling—
“””……!”””
The head of the man with the gun rolled across the ground. Blood fountained from the headless corpse, and beside it stood Sion Karsen.
He picked up the rags again and covered the women’s bodies.
The operatives’ minds held only one thought. When did he—?
They couldn’t say how, but he’d evaded every scattered round, destroyed all the iron bars, and severed the man’s neck.
All in the time between the shotgun’s first discharge and his reload. In that mere instant!
Louie Daiken’s pupils trembled violently. The small ripple in the lake of his mind surged into waves.
But in that moment—
“……Cough.”
Three operatives spurted blood from their bodies. Arm, side, leg.
“……They appear to be Special Ammunition, sir.”
Louie nodded. As a formal Knight, he could feel the shotgun’s power was considerable.
Picking up a fallen bullet, he sensed faint Magical Power at its core. That was the reason.
Why the operatives’ bodies had been pierced through.
Those criminals wouldn’t risk their lives fighting monsters, so these had to be anti-Knight firearms.
Had the evil organization really begun manufacturing such things? Heat rose in his chest. And the more he thought about it, the greater his confusion.
How had Sion Karsen managed to evade all of it and charge through?
Without Sion, there could have been casualties. More than one.
“Drink these. They’re expensive, so don’t waste them.”
Sion Karsen pulled three Green Potions from his pocket and tossed them to the operatives.
The operatives stared at Sion in bewilderment, but he paid them no mind, instead examining the unfocused women’s condition.
“Someone seems to have given them some kind of drug. It’s not life-threatening, but they’ll all need to be transported to a hospital.”
He really did move without hesitation—like watching a seasoned veteran, someone who’d seen everything, or a strategist at work.
Louie Daiken gave orders to the operatives.
“First, get yourselves together. I’ll head up and call for the cleanup crew.”
“Yes, sir!”
Somewhere along the way, he’d stopped delegating tasks to Sion and begun moving directly himself.
It wasn’t a conscious decision.
It had simply happened naturally.
In the gap while Louie went upstairs,
the operatives spoke to Sion.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. If you weren’t here, the next operation would be much harder. That’s the only reason.”
Sion spoke flatly and examined the engraving on the shotgun lying on the floor.
[ POST IRON : Generation 0 ]
‘Post Iron.’
He exhaled sharply.
Before his regression—in the future he’d witnessed—this was the initial project name of that traitorous corporation.
Mad scientists who’d thrown human decency and morality into the gutter; dirty traitors who would soon fawn over the demon race in the not-so-distant future.
‘They’re already active.’
Sion’s eyes gleamed with lethal sharpness. The three operatives took in every detail of his expression.
***
While Knight Bwindol’s Team 2 kept watch over the Abandoned Factory where Jepren was held, Knight Louie Daiken and Team 1 operatives arrived.
Bwindol asked with a hand signal.
[Anything unusual?]
It wasn’t simply asking if anything had happened. Bwindol knew how much Louie despised Sion Karsen, so he was really asking whether they’d caught a break or if something had gone wrong.
But Louie responded with a dry expression and hand signals.
[The enemy uses Magical Ammunition. Not everyone, but officers seem to be using them. Dangerous things. Exercise caution.]
[Casualties?]
[None.]
In truth, there had been.
Or rather, there had been.
The potions Sion Karsen had given the operatives were so potent that the bleeding stopped quickly, and they became fit to continue the mission.
[Layout clear?]
[Confirmed. Power cutoff is ready. When do we breach?]
[After Team 3 arrives. Quick and decisive.]
[Understood.]
Bwindol sensed that Louie’s expression was different from usual.
‘Something must have happened with Sion Karsen. I’ll have to ask him once the operation is done.’
Just then, Team 3, led by Bill, also finished securing their position and joined the main team.
A brief operational briefing followed, and finally, everyone began their breach.
Among the operatives,
not a single person was left out.
***
Click—
A small metallic sound echoed from somewhere, and the entire factory’s power went dark.
The whir of the ventilation fan that had been turning ceased at once, and the lights illuminating the factory interior went out all at once.
Sudden darkness descended.
“What the—! Restore power!”
“Check the breaker! Who touched it!”
Then.
Scrape, scrape, scrape—
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud—
The ring of cold steel and the sound of bodies crashing to the floor echoed through the darkness.
“What—what is this…… Gack!”
Death came invisible, ruthless. Screams, the clang of metal, the stench of blood—all spreading through the darkness like a disease.
Slash, cut. Slash-cut.
In desperation, some began firing their weapons wildly into empty air. Gunshots rang out. A few of the executives among them had weapons reinforced with Magical Power, and special rounds sparked and ricocheted.
But the trained operatives read the enemy’s firing positions with eerie precision and evaded them, moving fluidly through the shadows, reaping the darkness with brutal efficiency.
Is death supposed to be this easy? They fell like that—so cleanly, so simply—until the lights came back on.
Flash.
Light flooded back into the Abandoned Factory.
Boss Jepren had activated some mechanism, and power surged through the facility once more.
Whirrr, whirrrrr—.
The sound of burning metal filled the air as Jepren began to move. A faint glow emanated from the center of his chest—it looked like a heart.
“These…… little rats.”
The light in Jepren’s chest brightened, and an enormous surge of Magical Power poured forth.
Whirrrrrrr—
The operatives stared in shock. By the sheer magnitude of the Magical Power, he was on par with an Intermediate Knight.
Louie, Bwindol, and Bill quickly gave hand signals to their subordinates.
[Strong opponent. Retreat.]
They were worried the operatives might get drawn in and killed.
Jepren’s situation, however, was far from stable. Everyone but the three executives with keen night vision had been wiped out.
The associates who had mocked the autopsy just moments ago now lay sprawled across the floor, leaking warm blood.
By contrast, only fifteen operatives had entered—and each one fought like a superhuman.
“……Damn it. So it’s come to this.”
Jepren seemed to have made a decision. He hefted a massive Shotgun in one hand.
“Surviving executives, listen! Take the medicine you’ve been given and flee!”
“Yes, Boss!”
The executives immediately produced some kind of potion from their pockets and swallowed it. The operatives held back, wary of Jepren’s Shotgun.
Then.
Louie sent another signal.
[All non-Knight operatives pursue the fleeing executives. We Knights will handle this.]
The operatives moved with perfect precision. They immediately took off after the executives, but Jepren made no attempt to stop them.
It was as if he’d let them go on purpose.
“Fine. Three against one, then. Come on!”
He too had used strategy to thin the enemy numbers.
Jepren fired the Shotgun.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Knights concentrated Magical Power in their legs and moved with blinding speed to dodge, predicting the trajectory by watching the gun barrel rather than the bullets themselves.
Of course, not every round could be evaded. A few hits found their marks, but the Knights’ reinforced bodies absorbed the impact.
Bang! Bang-bang! Baaang!
Jepren continued his barrage, keeping the Knights at bay while steadily whittling down their combat strength.
Then, when he’d truly run out of ammunition, he launched himself upward with explosive force and swung a massive Greatsword that had been resting across his shoulders.
For someone of his bulk, the movement was almost impossibly fast.
Boom.
The sword’s heavy arc swept across the ground where Bwindol stood. Louie seized the opening and slashed back, but Jepren simply spun in a full rotation and parried the blade.
Crash!
The destructive force was almost hopeless in its magnitude. Louie was driven backward, his body slamming hard into the factory wall.
Thud!
Jepren didn’t give him time to recover. He pressed forward immediately and swung the Greatsword again.
Shwing!
A blade of terrible speed, belied by his massive frame.
Clang-clang-clang-crash!
Bill rushed in and blocked with his own blade, but the force was so overwhelming that his arm shattered with an audible crack of bone.
In that instant, Bwindol and Louie surged forward with Aura blazing along their Greatswords.
“Haaah!”
Jepren channeled his own Aura into his blade and swung, and all three weapons met at a single point.
Boom!
Sparks erupted, illuminating Jepren’s twisted face in their light. He seemed comfortable in this kind of fight—calm, even.
Then he swept his leg across the ground. Cement and rebar flew up, striking toward Bwindol’s head.
“Argh!”
In that instant, Jepren kicked Bwindol away. With a sharp crack, Bwindol flew backward, leaving only Louie standing.
Jepren swung his blade again.
Clang! Clang-clang!
Louie felt cold sweat trickling down his spine. The gap in their power was this vast? He had gravely miscalculated his opponent’s strength.
Boom!
Louie pushed his Aura to its absolute limit, meeting the blade in fierce exchange—but
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Not bad, I must say!?”
he couldn’t hold on any longer.
“But now, it’s over!”
Jepren seized Louie’s blade with his bare hand. Then he swung his Greatsword toward the crown of Louie’s head.
Whoosh—
That moment—
Crack—!
A tremendous impact struck Jepren’s back.
“Ugh!”
Jepren spun away from Louie, turning to look behind him. His face now bore something he’d never shown before: shock.
“……You, you are—!”
Sion Karsen. A Shotgun—taken from an Organization Officer—hung in his grip. Faint smoke curled from the barrel.
He called out in a loud voice.
“Louie! Bwindol! Bill! Reform your lines. I’m providing covering fire.”
The Reincarnated Sword Mage Devours the North
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: Bang-sim
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: June 16, 2026
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