The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 6

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Episode 6. A Shift in Perspective (1)
After grueling training came to an end.
I returned to my room.
Sigh.
I sank my exhausted body into the bathtub.
“Perhaps I pushed too hard.”
It couldn’t be helped. My magical talent was abundant, but my swordsmanship was lacking. There was no way to close the gap except through training.
The fortunate thing was that before the Regression, one of the eccentric doctors in the Resistance had devised a miraculous method to recover the body after such grueling training.
Tap. Tap.
I dropped the teal herb—Issgrain—into the bathwater.
Whoosh.
The finely ground herb billowed like heat shimmer, clinging to my skin.
The medicine seeped through my pores, and the accumulated waste drained from my body far more effectively.
Each cell felt cleansed. Blood flooded into those purified cells, carrying nutrients in abundance.
Life surged through every cell, and with my vitality restored, magical energy infused my body.
Fatigue melted away.
Strength welled up from within.
“Ahh.”
Not just anyone could do this. Only two types of beings could recover through such methods.
A Mage who had formed a Saint Circle.
A Knight who had advanced their Core.
A Knight was a rare asset—barely one among a thousand trained soldiers—yet a Mage was rarer still. In other words, I had become a being far beyond an ordinary soldier. But.
“Still far to go.”
I recalled the time before the Regression. On the day of the Apocalypse, Knights and Mages died like flies. The enemy was vaster than all of humanity combined.
‘I cannot afford to be choosy about means and methods.’
I looked down at the bathwater. Soap bubbles drifted across the surface.
Above those bubbles, the faces of those I had to kill and those I had to save flashed past.
All those who had to die would die. But I couldn’t save everyone who needed saving. For the greater good. I had to choose who lived and who didn’t.
My shoulders grew heavy.
Various thoughts swirled, but I decided to do what I could right now.
From here on, what I had to cultivate was strength. More strength. And more strength. To become stronger.
And.
Strength is not merely individual martial prowess.
Wealth, connections, knowledge—all of it combined. I had to build power from every angle.

A single goal.
To prevent the Apocalypse.

After finishing my bath, I changed into clean formal wear and called for Roman.

“Roman, bring me a summary of my assets and account statements.”

Roman brought the account summary, and.
I quietly counted the zeros written on the document.

“1.74 billion Jenni? How much did I start with?”
“150 billion Jenni, sir.”
The inheritance left by my late mother and the funds contributed by the House on the occasion of my coming of age.
“And this is all that remains?”
“Yes… sir.”
Roman avoided my gaze, clearly uncomfortable, but this was not his fault. It was mine.
“1.74 billion Jenni…”
To an ordinary person, it was no small sum.
The average annual salary for a citizen of the Northern Territory was 25 million Jenni.
Yet in just two years, 13.3 billion had evaporated.
‘I really did live a despicably dissolute life.’
It was all Kuseto’s fault. That bastard. I was irritated just thinking about him.
On top of everything, the bastard had even sent a letter. Something about another party, inviting me to come, claiming he’d procured something wonderful just for me.
Piece of shit.
His schemes were transparent.
I’d drag my pride through the mud and say things like, ‘Sion, you deserve something classy like this,’ or ‘Once you wear this, the women will be lining up.’
Before the Regression, drowning in inferiority, I’d let Kuseto’s crew swindle me into buying counterfeit trash thinking it was luxury. I was pathetic.
But.
Things are different now.
“Roman. Transfer 10 million Jenni to your account.”
“Yes, young master. Ah? ······No, yes?”
Roman was so startled he could barely form words, his expression utterly dumbfounded.
I smiled gently at his reaction.
“It’s fine. To me, it’s just the price of a biscuit.”
“But still, sir, how could I possibly······.”
I stepped closer to Roman and gripped his trembling hand firmly as I spoke.
“This is a bonus. From here on, you’ll need to work twice as hard for me.”
“······Ah.”
Roman bowed his head deeply in acknowledgment.
“I will serve with absolute loyalty!”
Roman’s loyalty was already sufficient. But there was a reason I put it in these terms.
Money is a double-edged sword—it can save a man or destroy him.
“Roman, bring me a map of the Northern Territory.”
“Yes, young master!”
His voice seemed noticeably louder. So this is the taste of money.
Rustle—
The map unfurled across the desk. My finger traced past the capital of Seren toward the northwestern mountains.
The place where, before the Regression, a high-grade Magical Stone vein was discovered. My future source of funds.
I didn’t remember the exact location, so I pointed to the general area and spoke.
“This section of the Croem Mountain Range, and this one too. Find out the land prices around here for me.”
Even if you discovered a vein, you couldn’t simply mine and sell the Magical Stones immediately.
You needed mining permits, workers to hire, housing for the laborers, and a refinery to process the ore—the more land, the better.
“Understood, young master.”
Roman didn’t bother asking why. He never had. He was the type who didn’t question my orders.
“And find out when the auctions are held in Seren.”
“Yes.”
My greatest weapon is information. So I had to actively leverage it to make money.
Money is a blessing in abundance, and right now even more so. I needed far more wealth to change the future.
And Roman was the kind of person who’d follow my decisions without hesitation.
‘I’ll give him a bigger bonus soon.’

After Roman left, I organized my thoughts about what lay ahead. Before launching multiple ventures, I compiled a list of talented people I’d need and considered how to win them over.
‘Hmm······.’
I didn’t have enough money. Far from it.
Even bargaining land down to nothing, my current capital wasn’t sufficient to handle it.
But there was a way.
A second ruin in the underground cavern.
Hwa Bing Yong’s Dungeon.
They said Sun Stones were found there.
Oh, but first.
“I should go greet them.”
Kuseto had organized a party, apparently.
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I dressed in a black suit and donned a bowler hat. A sword hung at my waist—a rather expensive one.
Of course, it paled in comparison to the Hero’s Sword, Gram, that I’d wielded before the Regression, but back then all the heroes had perished and swords were plentiful.
‘I’ll be satisfied with this for now.’
I walked steadily out of the mansion.

Unlike the grand estate, which maintained mild temperatures year-round, outside a brutal blizzard was raging.
It was summer, so why a blizzard?
The Northern Territory gets blizzards fairly regularly even in summer. I didn’t understand the geographical specifics, but you can’t fight the environment.
Roman, bundled in thick furs, opened the carriage door.

“Please, board.”

A car prepared by the family. Like so many things, it was an invention developed by the Central Empire around this time, running on liquefied Magical Stones as fuel.
I climbed naturally into the back seat and spoke.

“Destination: the estate owned by House Daikarh. You know where that is?”
“Yes, sir.”

Roman took the wheel. His driving, however, was rather rough—every curve sent my body lurching sideways. His skill behind the controls left much to be desired.
‘I’ll need to hire a proper driver.’
Jolting along in that wretched car, I arrived at the estate owned by House Daikarh before I knew it.
I stepped out and made for the main entrance. Knocking twice on the door, a deep male voice issued from within.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me. Sion Karsen.”
Creak—
The door swung open, and a gatekeeper with a rough-hewn face broke into a bright smile.
“Welcome, sir. Kuseto is waiting for you inside.”
The gatekeeper’s smile was warm, yet there was steel in his bearing. A wandering Knight—no doubt planted here by the Daikarh Earl as Kuseto’s insurance.
I said nothing and passed through into the villa.
The interior blazed with stifling heat, a stark contrast to the blizzard outside. The mingled scents of expensive perfume and raw spirits made my head swim.
This den where the old me—before Regression—had reveled in pleasure with such joy, yet sunk ever deeper into that bottomless pit with each indulgence.
“Oh! Sion! You came?”
Kuseto approached from across the room with open arms. A faintly metallic smile hung at the corners of his mouth—and today, that smile looked filthier than ever.
“Wipe that look off your face. It reeks.”
At my words, Kuseto’s expression froze for an instant, then loosened. He answered with that bright smile again—managing his expression to keep me on the hook. In a way, the bastard was impressive.
“Ha, just joking. Here, this Iruna Noble you used to love. Go on, have a drink!”
I sat beside him and drained the Iruna Noble. It was always decent, no matter when you drank it.
“How is it? Not bad, right?”
“It’s fine.”
“Right. I prepared this party just for you, so enjoy yourself.”
“Forget it. I have to leave soon. More importantly, you said you had something to show me?”
“Hm? Well… yes. If you’re busy, I suppose we can’t help it. But I’ve brought something that really suits you.”
Kuseto brushed past my words lightly and drew a small box from his jacket.
He whispered near my ear.
“I went to great lengths to obtain this.”
Click. The box opened, and its contents gleamed before me: a jeweled ring that burned with crimson light.
“It’s a Flame Dragon’s Heart, smuggled in from the Central Empire. Sion, surely this is the kind of thing that suits the third son of House Karsen, wouldn’t you say?”
“………”
I gazed quietly at the ring.
The old me, before Regression, would have gasped in wonder and thrown money at him. But regrettably, I had seen the real Flame Dragon’s Heart before.
A genuine one, carried by a fellow from the Resistance. Compared to that, this was garbage—not even worthy of the name.
I picked up the ring and held it to the light, letting the brilliant lamp shine through it.
“How much for this?”
Kuseto answered with a full smile spreading across his face.
“Since it’s you, I’ll give it to you special—800 million Jenni. That’s what friendship is, isn’t it?”
I suppressed a hollow laugh. A few more transactions like this and my remaining fortune would be completely drained.
I gripped the ring tightly and pressed my fist against Kuseto’s chest.
Thud.
“What.”
“……?”
“Do I amuse you?”
“……What?”
Kuseto’s face twisted. No amount of expression management could hide it now. But I didn’t stop.
Thud.
I struck his chest with my fist. Not hard, but infused with lethal intent and overwhelming presence.
No special words were necessary.
He’d heard by now that I’d caught Yoen Hashman. In moments like these, silence was the greatest threat.
Thud. Thud.
I continued punching.
Kuseto’s complexion darkened dangerously. And yet—what of it? He had to manage his expression before me, but I had no such need.
I was from a Grand Duke’s house, and he was merely from an Earl’s.
“You con artist. Is there any pride left in you?”
“······You’re doing something you’ll regret right now.”
He came out shameless. At that time, he was the only friend I had left, and he brazened his way through, using that as leverage.
The world was going to fall into Destruction soon enough.
Really. It irritated me how little any of it mattered.
I set the ring on the table and took another drink. Though. For some reason, the alcohol tasted off.
“I added up everything I ever bought for you—came to 8 billion Jenni. But. When I had them appraised, it was all garbage.”
“······!”
He looked momentarily flustered, his expression hardening. But. immediately after.
“Ha! So that’s it? What, the third son of House Karsen is being petty over that? Hey, you’re embarrassing the family name.”
He pushed harder. He was trying to exploit my inferiority complex, my shame.
Right.
This is still what my reputation amounts to.
A cold stare and threats don’t carry weight. But. that doesn’t mask the standing of my House itself.
“You remember when you got caught skimming kickback money from House Daikarh’s liquor operations in the Northern Territory, and the treasurer found out?”
“······!”
Kuseto glanced around, worried someone might hear. Everyone was too drunk and lost in pleasure to listen.
“Right now, what—”
“You ended up murdering the treasurer to cover it up.”
“······You. where is this coming from? Do you have proof?”
No. He’d told me while drunk. But. it didn’t matter. Guilty men collapse at the slightest pressure.
“Why would I have joined the Inspection Bureau for nothing?”
I mixed truth with lies.
Then applied crude leverage.
Men like him were finished.
“Don’t talk nonsense. That’s impossible······.”
“Hey.”
My dry voice made Kuseto’s face turn ashen in an instant.
I didn’t change my expression. I just placed my hand on his shoulder. Light. Soft as a tap.
His pupils wavered, unable to find purchase.
“Believe it or don’t. But. my father doesn’t forgive the murder of public officials.”
Father. The head of House Karsen, the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory. The weight of that name made Kuseto’s eyes tremble.
As a final touch, I made a casual slitting motion across my throat.
“S-Sion. Why are you doing this between us······.”
“Enough.”
I cut him off decisively.
“12 billion Jenni. Bring it by tomorrow. That’ll cover the money you swindled me for, plus what you skimmed. It’ll add up perfectly.”
“······.”
12 billion Jenni—probably every liquid asset he had to his name.
But. he had no choice. If he didn’t want to be destroyed, he’d have to cough it up.
“Answer.”
He bit his own lip.
His face was nearly the color of dirt.
Then, reluctantly, he opened his mouth.
“······Yes.”
Looking at him like that, the glittering party felt absurd.
“From now on, speak to me with respect. Unless you want to be destroyed.”
I turned and walked straight out of the villa. I didn’t look back.
The Regressed Sword Mage Devours the Northern Territory
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: Bang Shim
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: June 16, 2026
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