The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 64

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Episode 64. The Wheels of Fate (2)
————「One Month Earlier」————
Shadows seeped into the darkness of an underground chamber where no sunlight reached.
The shadow erected a wall of darkness, cutting off all sound from the outside world.
“Do you crave vengeance?”
It was a voice like a serpent crawling up from the floor. Beneath it lay a venom lethal enough to kill a man.
Everything about the figure’s appearance was black—a black cloak, black boots, a black mask. The only thing visible were eyes split vertically by a crimson gash.
But none of that mattered much to the man who heard that voice.
No—he lay as motionless as one already dead.
Then the masked figure called the man’s name in that serpentine voice.
“Kuseto ul Daiken.”
Kuseto, the second son of the Daiken Count Estate. He was imprisoned in the Underground Dungeon by order of the Daiken Count himself.
His limbs were bound with iron chains.
His head hung low.
It seemed he had already surrendered to death, yet the Masked Figure persisted.
“Is this truly how it ends? Don’t you feel wronged?”
Wronged. The word rippled across the wall of darkness. And then—Kuseto’s body stirred slightly.
Clink, clink.
The sound of iron chains rang out.
“I was abandoned by my parents. Trampled by my brother. Born with pathetic talent, I struggled—but it was all for nothing. There’s no reason left to live. What difference does it make what you want here? It’s useless. All I can do is rot in this cell and wait for death. It’s over. Yes. It’s all over.”
Kuseto’s voice was pitiful. Perhaps because of this, the masked man’s eyes widened with delight.
Black smoke seeped from his eyes.
Whissssh.
A desolate aura flowed into Kuseto’s body. And in that instant, the man spoke again.
“No. It is not over. We can grant you new power. Come now—think. Remember. Who made you this way?”
The voice was still serpentine, yet it sounded different to Kuseto.
As if honey dripped from the words themselves. It was certainly changed from before.
“……Sion Karsen.”
Kuseto opened his eyes quietly. A gleam passed across his pupils. Something like consciousness returning.
“This power—with it, can I kill Sion Karsen?”
“Of course.”
“…….”
Kuseto deliberated for a moment. Now that he thought about it, who was this man who had suddenly sought him out?
How had he entered the Underground Dungeon of the Daiken Count Estate? Was he not sent by his father?
Many thoughts crossed his mind, but in the end, only one word left his lips.
“Who are you?”
“One who will give you power.”
Power. The thing he had desperately desired since the moment of his birth.
Yet he had believed it impossible to obtain, crushed as he was beneath the shadow of his talented older brother throughout his life.
“What is the price?”
“There is none.”
“…….”
“Are you suspicious?”
To be honest, if someone didn’t suspect a stranger entering a family dungeon and suddenly offering power, that would be strange indeed.
And Kuseto was no fool. Of course he was suspicious. Yet—
‘Do I have a choice?’
Wasn’t it better to be toyed with by unknown men than to waste away here waiting for death alone?
Kuseto, whose mind had already been worn down considerably, raised his lowered head. He fixed his unfocused eyes on the Masked Figure.
“You’ve decided, it seems.”
“Yes.”
“Then, open your mouth.”
Kuseto opened his mouth. The man drew a small glass vial from his breast.
Inside the vial was a grotesque thing—it looked like a worm, and yet also like a seed.
“The Seed of Corruption.”
The masked man pushed it into Kuseto’s mouth.
Despite being a seed, it writhed like a worm inside Kuseto’s mouth.
—Kieeeahhh!
A sound escaped his lips.
Kuseto thrashed as if the seed were devouring his organs, but……
Clink—clink—
Bound by iron chains, unable to move, he could only cry out in short, sharp bursts.
“Ugh, ugh.”
His voice came strangled, as though his throat had closed. His heart hammered against his ribs, and his bones and muscles twisted as if being unmade.
The Masked Figure watched Kuseto writhe in agony with cold, unfeeling eyes and spoke.
“Set your house in order. Then come find me.”
With those words, he vanished. Whoosh. As if he had always been darkness itself.
After that, Kuseto lost consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again, it was the next day.
He quickly checked his own body and realized something had changed.
A ‘power’ surged from within him. And with it came ravenous hunger and fury—hatred, murderous intent, all of it flooding his mind.
“Starving. I’m starving! Bring me food!”
When Kuseto shouted, the guards brought food. Despite everything, he was the Count’s son, and they were reluctant to simply let him starve to death.
Kuseto tore into the food, devouring it. With each mouthful, he felt the power surge through him more violently.
A month passed like this.
Kuseto realized the power had stopped growing. But it didn’t matter. This much was enough.
“Kha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
He laughed like a madman.
The guards thought, ‘Has he finally lost his mind?’ But their thoughts didn’t linger long.
Kuseto had shattered every chain and slaughtered all the guards. Not simply killed—
he had torn them apart with his teeth like a beast.
He climbed out of the Underground Dungeon and hunted down every member of the household.
After hunting and hunting, he reached the chamber where his brother and father waited.
He burst through the door and faced them both.
Daiken Count stared at Kuseto and recoiled in horror.
“What monster is this! What are you doing here!”
The Count did not recognize him. When Kuseto had broken free from the chains, his very form had been inverted.
Vertically split crimson eyes. Sclera turned pitch black. A horn jutted from the center of his forehead, and his skin resembled the scales of a black serpent.
A demon’s visage.
“Ah—Father, Brother. The moment has finally come.”
Yet—
his voice alone remained unchanged.
“…Kuseto?!”
Daiken Count was too shocked to speak, while the Eldest Son of the house uttered in disbelief.
“Surely not. Kuseto? So you’ve become a monster now?”
It was the Eldest Son’s last words.
Kuseto channeled his power into his fist and drove it into the man’s face. Crack! The sound of something solid shattering.
His mouth caved in, his cheekbones shattered and protruded, and the pressure forced his eyes from their sockets. His head burst like a melon.
A fountain of blood erupted from the neck that had lost its head.
Splash—
Then the body crumpled.
“No—”
The Count stood frozen in shock, but Kuseto’s fist came for him as well.
Thud!
Kuseto killed the Count too. Drenched in the blood of his family, his father, and his brother.
He walked out of the family estate at a leisured pace. A wide smile twisted his lips.
“Kha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I have never felt such joy in all my life!”
He laughed until his face split. Then he set out to find the Masked Figure who had given him the Seed of Corruption.
He didn’t know his face or his path—but it didn’t matter. It felt as though they were already connected.
Kuseto clenched his fist tight.
“Sion Karsen.”
A name that must be erased. He spoke it like an oath and struck the ground beneath him.
***
I received the call in the dead of night and drove toward the Daiken Count Estate.
Vroom—
I pressed the accelerator.
Soon I arrived at the estate.
The Inspection Bureau’s Special Division knights and police were already there, yellow tape cordoning off the scene.
Even before stepping inside, the stench of blood reached me.
“Your attention, Director.”
One of the knights ran up and saluted, but his expression was grim.
“What’s the situation?”
“That’s…… something you’ll need to see for yourself.”
I nodded and stepped inside. The sight was truly gruesome.
The knights and officers who had arrived first were shaking their heads in horror.
The entire Daiken Count Estate had been wiped out overnight, and the condition of the bodies was far from ordinary.
“It appears they were torn to shreds by fingernails and toenails. Additionally, we’ve found massive numbers of wounds consistent with a beast’s teeth marks.”
“…….”
“In other words, it’s a scene that looks like a demonic beast attack.”
The knights furrowed their brows, having abandoned even the attempt to identify a culprit.
But I was different.
After a swift scan of the scene,
“Take me to the Underground Dungeon.”
“Yes, Director.”
I followed the knight’s guidance and moved toward the Underground Dungeon.
“All the jailers were found dead.”
“Was the body of Kuseto Ul Daiken found?”
“That’s…… the strange part. We found the bodies of everyone else, but Kuseto’s corpse is missing.”
“Where was he being held?”
“I’ll show you.”
After following the knight for a short distance, we reached the cell where Kuseto had been imprisoned.
The Iron Chains lay torn roughly in two. I entered the cell and touched the severed chains.
Just as I expected—black mana radiated from them.
‘I knew he’d fall in with the Apostate Faction, but I didn’t think he’d go this far.’
“Fool.”
In that moment.
————Screeeeeeeech!
Darkness erupted from the floor like a wall, severing the cell from the outside.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
“■■■■■■!”
Outside, a member of the Special Division struck the barrier of darkness and shouted something, but it was muffled as if submerged in water—I couldn’t make out the words.
Conversely, from the wall where the chains had hung, a snow-white mouth emerged, baring crimson teeth, and called my name.
“Sion Karsen.”
“…….”
I knew this voice. It was the voice the Apostate Faction used when they impersonated dead gods to seduce mortals.
They always approach humanity with lies on their tongues, enticing people with precisely what they desire most when they need it most.
“Delighted to meet you.”
A serpent’s voice, forked tongue flickering—yet simultaneously honeyed and merciful, as if dripping with benevolence.
‘Which is exactly why it’s so repulsive and chilling.’
I wanted to incinerate it on the spot, but I suppressed my bloodlust and answered.
“You know me?”
“Of course. Apostle of justice. Are you not the one destined to purge the evil of the Northern Region, and moreover, to reign as the Archduke of the North?”
“……On what basis do you think that?”
“There is no basis. It merely appears that way to me.”
Its glossy mouth curved into a smile, and it spoke again with a seductive lilt.
“You are not one to be content with merely the Northern Region.”
The merciful tone paradoxically kindled desire.
“Who are you?”
“I am an existence capable of aiding you most intimately. Lead the world toward an ideal direction.”
“…….”
It speaks nonsense with remarkable sincerity.
But I did not refute it.
There would be a better opportunity eventually.
For now, I played along with its words.
“What’s the price?”
“If there were a price, it could hardly be called aid, could it?”
Absurd.
These things seduce as if bestowing goodwill. I wonder if there are any fools who fall for this trick——
Yet there are more than I’d expect.
Like Kuseto, who was present here today.
But those who succumb to such temptation may seem to gain great power at first, yet they ultimately become nothing but puppets dancing on the creature’s strings. They live and die like dogs under its command.
And that’s only now—mere temptation. Later, there are those who devour humans, assume their exact forms, and tear through the gaps in humanity’s ranks.
“We can discuss such matters when we meet again.”
“Of course. I shall take my leave now.”
I nodded, and with a soft whoosh, the walls that had enclosed us on all sides dissolved.
The knight outside, who had been tapping at the barrier of darkness, froze mid-motion with a bewildered expression. Whether he had called for them or not, knights from above came rushing down.
I smiled toward them and spoke.
“There was an unexpected magical barrier, but nothing of consequence occurred. Let us return.”
The knights, confirming that I was unharmed, exhaled in relief and answered.
“Yes, sir!”
These knights who trusted me, thinking ‘Of course the Young Master would be safe.’ I held their departing figures in my gaze.
Yes, this is enough for now.
The Apostate Faction dogs.
They were sizing me up today as well.
What manner of person I am.
Whether I should be killed.
Whether I should be turned.
Whether I should be subdued.
Whether I can be conquered.
The reason is simple—they do not know me. But I know them.
Regression. An asymmetrical advantage in information.
This is my greatest weapon.
Let them continue as they are, probing and testing, growing careless, moving through the shadows.
Until the day my strength accumulates.
A Reincarnated Magic Swordsman Devours the Northern Region
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