The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 1

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Episode 1. Prologue
A towering burst of light flooded the air, and in the next instant, a massive explosion tore through everything.
Roooooaaaarrrr.
The veil of dust and ash shattered, and beyond it a dragon shrieked as if about to tear itself apart with rage.
Its talons, sharp enough to crush steel like tofu, raised high and came plunging down.
Space itself warped. An unprecedented force born from a powerful slash drove downward in a vertical line.
Screeeeeech!
With a shriek of agony that seemed to rend the very soul in two, the dragon’s claws froze mid-strike.
“Sick of you…”
Even a lich, resilient as it was, would fall if you obliterated its skull entirely.
How much more so a living creature—destroy the skull itself, and nothing on earth could survive.
[Notification.]
[As of this moment, one of the Tri-Calamity—Atranaza the Doomsday Dragon—has been defeated and destroyed.]
[Therefore, be advised that Earth’s subjugation has been postponed.]
Jung Hyun-soo stared at the message flickering before his eyes and couldn’t help but curse aloud.
“This is insane.”
He wanted nothing more than to butcher whatever this System was, right here and now.
Thud.
But in his current state, he could do nothing. The Great Sword he’d been gripping in his pulped hands clattered to the ground.
Jung Hyun-soo’s gaze fell downward.
The blade of the blade he’d carried for so many years was shattered clean away.
“That’s right. You lasted as long as you could.”
When he pressed a hand to his abdomen, warmth and dampness spread across his palm.
The dragon’s talons had gouged his belly like deep furrows. His organs were inevitably mangled beyond repair.
That he had fought such a creature to a standstill in this condition seemed unbelievable, even to himself.
The Tri-Calamity had come together with intent to subjugate Earth.
He had managed to capture Atranaza the Doomsday Dragon—the one that sought to enslave humanity and claim even their souls as its own—and now the real counterattack could begin.
Of course, it was not out of any spirit of sacrifice for mankind that he waged this mad battle.
“Saint. Unleash your Miracle or whatever you have.”
“Ah, yes! Thank you for all your hard work.”
He possessed a means to forestall death itself.
A single anchor of trust.
One.
“C-cough!?”
Blood erupted from the Saint’s mouth as she channeled her Miracle to mend Jung Hyun-soo’s wounds.
A hand thrust from behind seized her heart.
The Saint spilled blood in a torrent, her eyes wide with disbelief as her mouth gaped soundlessly.
“M-Master… why…?”
The hand belonged to none other than Seon Woo-hyeon, the Hunter Association chairman of the entire world.
Even for Jung Hyun-soo—a Black Hunter, marked with a death warrant, who had clawed through years of cruelty—the sight before him brought a moment of stunned incomprehension.
There was no way to understand why this was happening.
Why would he strike down the Saint now, at this critical moment—she who possessed not infinite lives, but spare ones if conditions were met?
“Seon Woo-hyeon! What the hell are you doing?”
Jung Hyun-soo’s outburst met only laughter in response.
“You’ve worked hard enough.”
The man gripping the Saint’s heart wore a smile.
The world Hunter Association chairman Seon Woo-hyeon and Jung Hyun-soo—called the worst criminal in history, the Dark King—had forged their alliance for one reason alone: survival.
When that cursed System appeared and alien races suddenly invaded with a doomsday countdown, they had shelved their territorial disputes entirely and formed a united front.
After all, squabbling over scraps meant nothing if you didn’t own the world itself.
“Don’t make that face. If you’re revived and manage to defeat the last remaining Tri-Calamity, what becomes of me then?”
“What?”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve lost my nerve. In the end, it’s your fault.”
It made no sense.
Yes, the Doomsday Dragon and the Colossus King had fallen, but one of the Tri-Calamity still stood undefeated.
Jung Hyun-soo and the Saint were indispensable to its subjugation—
“If I cannot possess this world, it has no meaning. Better I face the last of the Tri-Calamity alone and become supreme. To share it with you afterward or to lose would be meaningless.”
“What kind of insane…! Hagh—!”
Hearing the chairman’s true intent, Jung Hyun-soo couldn’t hold back the blood rising in his throat and retched it up.
“This world is mine. No one can take it from me. If I cannot have this world, it might as well cease to exist.”
The face before him was that of a madman consumed by obsession.
And with the Hunter Association President’s next words, Jung Hyun-soo went rigid.
“I never imagined that connecting just one of the Oowangmu would grant such strength. I must say, I’m quite relieved.”
His thoughts ground to a halt.
Rune Language—the complex magical script that wove around Seon Woo-hyeon—descended upon Jung Hyun-soo with crushing force. The power of the one called the Grand Archmage bore down on him like a executioner’s blade.
“Gaaaahhh!”
A torrent of magical backlash erupted from within his body, and blood mixed with fragments of viscera cascaded from Jung Hyun-soo’s mouth like a waterfall.
Yet still he writhed, clawing forward with desperate strength.
He could not—would not—let Seon Woo-hyeon’s confession pass unheeded.
The connection suddenly crystallized in his mind. All the clues he had gathered about his family’s extinction, about the guild and the house once synonymous with Oowangmu, had finally assembled into a coherent picture. A detail he had somehow overlooked until this very moment now blazed with terrible clarity.
“Seon Woo-hyeon…! You…?”
“Safe travels. Your Jung clan may be a loose end I must eliminate, but you’ve always made such a convenient stepping stone for my victories. How amusing.”
Jung Hyun-soo dragged himself upright, grasping for the Ghost King Sword that lay just beyond his reach, but Seon Woo-hyeon was faster still.
There was no way Jung Hyun-soo, broken and bleeding as he was, could match Seon Woo-hyeon—not after the Grand Archmage had already recovered through Miracle.
Slice.
Sky and earth inverted.
Jung Hyun-soo understood that his neck had been severed.
No words would come.
‘Not like this…’
He could not die like this.
His family—once a prestigious house of Awakeners in South Korea, renowned for their mastery of Oowangmu—had finally revealed to him the architect of their annihilation, and yet…
The family slaughtered, Jung Hyun-soo branded a global criminal in a single moment, the sole survivor himself condemned as a criminal.
He had crawled through the darkness, refusing to yield, gathering what forces he could in the underworld to pursue the truth—only to find that the shadowy mastermind was the Hunter Association President himself…
Now he knew.
Now he had to kill that detestable wretch, but death would not come to him here.
Yet as the Doomsday Dragon breathed its last, the clear sky it revealed was nothing but blue.
It knew nothing of his intention.
* * *
Why was life so wretched?
Why so cruel?
Why so cursed?
He had never wanted a glittering, successful life.
To clear his name from the false accusations, to take revenge for those who had sheltered him through his miserable existence—that alone would have been enough. That was all he asked.
Then the world twisted without warning, and when Earth itself was said to be dying, he finally stepped forward into the light. And what was the result? He had ended up serving his true enemy, dying by that enemy’s blade.
“Young master. If you keep thrashing about, you’ll truly injure yourself.”
“Ah, I don’t care. Just let me. This is right. Everything I’ve done has been a waste anyway, hasn’t it?”
“Miss, perhaps you should calm yourself…”
“Was anything I said wrong?”
Sudden commotion. Within it, a voice rang out that felt familiar, cherished, and guilty all at once.
‘Where have I heard that voice before?’
But darkness clung to him like a curtain drawn across his mind.
And yet doubt crept in. The thought was so absurd, so impossible, that he dared not even let it fully form.
“Why are you saying nothing? You used to boast all the time.”
Suddenly the thick darkness parted, and light flooded in. Beyond it stood a girl with a short bob, glowering at him with deadly intensity.
“H-Hyun-ah?”
Jung Hyun-ah—his sister, who had been nineteen when the guild fell. She had died with him that day.
He could not believe it.
Even in a world torn apart by upheaval, flooded with magic and monsters, a dead person could not exist so completely unless it was advanced Illusion Magic.
‘Could this be Seon Woo-hyeon’s trick?’
For a moment he suspected the Grand Archmage’s deception, but every sense screamed otherwise.
“Don’t you dare drop my name like that. Call me by it. Hearing you say it that way makes me want to puke.”
“It really is you, Hyun-ah…!”
An illusion could never be so precise without intimate knowledge of its subject.
The sharp, cutting way his sister had despised his hollow existence—how could Seon Woo-hyeon possibly conjure that?
“Jung Hyun-ah.”
At a heavy voice that cut through the moment—deep as a cavern—Jung Hyun-soo’s head snapped around instinctively.
“No matter what, what are you saying at a time like this?”
“I… I’m sorry…”
“And Jung Hyun-s…”
Jung Hyun-soo immediately pulled the man beside him into an embrace.
From the trained, imposing frame came a firmness he had never felt before.
Jung Hyun-soo had never known what it was like to live with such warmth from his father before.
Crack.
“Ugh!”
“What in the world are you trying to pull?”
The embrace lasted only a moment.
A powerful grip seized him, and the world spun sickeningly as his knees buckled beneath him.
It was the moment when he felt the mastery of one who had devoted himself entirely to martial arts since the Great Upheaval changed the world.
“Muusang Jingyeol!”
So this truly was his father.
Muusang Jingyeol—one of the Oowangmu, a combat technique refined and developed by the Jung family line.
As Jung Hyun-soo felt the unique force grounded in overwhelming the strong, he gazed up at his father, Jung Cheol, with a complex and turbulent expression.
Jung Cheol flinched involuntarily at the sorrowful light in his son’s eyes, one so suffused with longing and melancholy.
It was the opposite of the image of his eldest son, who was always causing trouble and talking back.
“None of that will change anything.”
“I just—”
“Jung Hyun-soo.”
Jung Cheol looked down at him with cold eyes and spoke.
“I don’t want to see your face right now. Go up to your room.”
A fragmented memory came sharply into focus.
This had happened before.
At nineteen, when he’d chased after the thrill of causing trouble and had actually done it, earning himself a suspension—the day felt exactly like this.
“How did it come to this…?”
“Yes, go up already! Can’t you see the whole house’s mood is ruined because of you?”
“Hyun-ah, by the way—how old are you now…?”
Bang!
The door slammed shut, and the interior of the room came into view.
A cadet uniform from the Hunter Military Academy hung on the wall.
A single slender sword—one he’d used for aesthetic enjoyment—hung on the wall adorned with all manner of decoration.
“All show and no substance…”
It was unmistakably his room.
A photograph of his mother on the desk.
Jung Hyun-soo’s voice trembled as he looked at that beloved face—the one he couldn’t save when the guild disappeared and he himself became a fugitive branded as a criminal.
“Mom…”
The face reflected in the mirror was young. There were no traces of the devastation he’d vomited up after battling Seon Woo-hyeon’s Atranaza the Doomsday Dragon.
Jung Hyun-soo, wearing a face as young and innocent as childhood itself, stared back at him.
Every sensation screamed with vivid clarity.
This was reality.
‘I’ve gone back to the past?’
Jung Hyun-soo suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed.
A single photograph lay on the pillow.
His expression soured immediately.
The photograph of the woman he’d harbored an unrequited love for—a blot on his personal history that could only have existed in this era—was unmistakable proof that this was his room and that time.
“Damn it.”
He’d truly returned.
Jung Cheol, the master of Garam, a knight guild that once ranked among South Korea’s top ten and was poised to expand into a global powerhouse.
The Black Hunter, the Dark King Jung Hyun-soo, who had led the world’s worst criminal organization, had now become that same Jung Cheol’s nineteen-year-old son.
To be continued ▶
The Sole Devouring Regression Martial God
Author
Cheon Ya
Publishers
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
Published by
Grae Publishing
Contact: [email protected]
Publication Date
May 26, 2026
UCI
G720:N+A327-20260515012
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