The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 103

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Episode 103. The Weight (6)
The released footage was nothing short of shocking.
Seon Woo-jin’s declaration of war came through vividly, followed by the attack on the Seonhwa Guild itself.
Watching Seon Woo-jin articulate his own reasons for doing this, Guild President Seon Woo-hui felt the blood drain from his entire body.
But it didn’t stop there.
— Wait, isn’t that Valter from the Black Law Court?
— Insane. Ilseong was contracted with the Black Law Court this whole time?
— This needs to go to the World Court. What are they doing?
— I don’t care how important Hamgyeongdo is—you settle things through competition, not mass slaughter. And bringing in criminals to boot?
Hunter Net’s servers crashed almost instantly.
“President! We’re getting flooded with calls demanding fact verification from everywhere!”
“What should we do?”
Seon Woo-hui didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the footage.
Jeong Hyun-soo intervening with overwhelming force. A handful of Garam fighters striking from the flank, then turning the tide against the Black Law Court criminals.
And Seon Woo-jin, feigning a desperate plea for his life before launching a vicious ambush with Hellfire—only to fail and have his throat torn open.
…….
President…….
Unable to contain himself, Seon Woo-hui brought his fist down on the desk.
Crack!
The desk crumbled to dust beneath the overwhelming force of his magical power.
He’d set the entire world ablaze in a single stroke.
There seemed to be no way to contain the fallout.
A response to the press? A statement?
No—that wasn’t what mattered now.
Everything he’d built suddenly felt hollow. And yet…….
Seon Woo-hui still knew one final refuge he could cling to.
His hand trembled as he pulled out his smart watch.
He couldn’t collapse like this. He made a call to a contact.
— Yes, President Seon.
At the sound of that voice, Seon Woo-hui’s lips quivered.
Serene beyond measure, yet the voice of someone more feared than anyone else in the world.
“Godfather… no, Association Chairman. Please. Save me.”
* * *
After releasing the footage, Chairman Han Do-hun returned to Seoul immediately.
The moment he stepped through the Magic Circle, reporters rushed toward him like wolves scenting blood.
“Is the footage that was released real?”
“Why do you think Ilseong did something like this?”
“What happens to the Seonhwa Group going forward?”
“Is it really true that Jeong Hyun-soo defeated Valter Crown?”
Han Do-hun stopped in front of the reporter who had mentioned Jeong Hyun-soo.
“Could I borrow the microphone for a moment?”
To a reporter, the microphone was like a rifle to a soldier.
“I’m Kang Mi-na from Daehan Daily News!”
Kang Mi-na announced her affiliation like a soldier firing a salute, then handed the microphone to Han Do-hun.
“Yes, Journalist Kang. To answer your question—the individuals who provided assistance were indeed Jeong Hyun-soo, a Holy-ranked Hunter from Garam, and Kwon Gang-pal, the Deputy Guild Master.”
The reporters’ eyes gleamed with intensity.
“Could you clarify the facts for us?”
“It would be difficult to lay out all the details here and now. As everyone understands, given the nature of this matter, we cannot afford to respond emotionally.”
All the reporters nodded in agreement.
This was no ordinary situation.
At first, it seemed like competition between major guilds within the Hunter industry, but the revealed truth shook the very foundation of South Korea’s political landscape.
“This incident has resulted in not only casualties but deaths as well. I believe that honoring those who risked their lives for Seonhwa is our first priority.”
“Wait—what about your official statement then……?”
“It will be released shortly, but not by me. Garam will make the official announcement.”
True to Han Do-hun’s words, Garam released an official statement right on cue.
Guild Master Jeong Cheol of Garam opened by stating he was approaching the incident with the utmost gravity, and that he would deliver details once fact-checking was complete.
He urged restraint against speculation, affirmed that the events that occurred were factual, condemned Ilseong, and announced that the matter would be appealed to the Hunter Court.
Seonhwa naturally agreed with these terms, and during the funeral proceedings for the deceased, Garam would temporarily assume operational duties to prevent any vacuum in services.
It was something that captured the attention of not only South Korea but the entire global Hunter community.
Though their World Ranking was modest, it was merely because they did not engage in external activities—the assessment was that Ilseong possessed the full capability to operate at a world-class level.
Even those who had pitied Ilseong’s failure to enter the global market, held back by deference to the Association chairman, now furrowed their brows at Ilseong’s brazen conduct.
“How on earth did they capture that footage?”
“Ilseong aren’t fools—they obviously used some kind of electromagnetic nullification weapon.”
In step with this, Garam launched the brand alongside Hanul.
Eterion.
A Mana Stone brand born from the union of Ether, the source of magical power, and Ion, the name of an energy unit.
Because Jeong Su-jin refused to take the lead, Jeong Hyun-ah and Ji Min-jeong presented it instead.
“Eterion operates on an entirely different principle from ordinary electronics or the occasional Video Artifacts that appear as Dungeon rewards.”
Mass production was possible, and when it was revealed that the power source was, remarkably, High-Grade Mana Stones, the world reeled once more.
And it was the answer to a question everyone had been harboring.
“So… the footage from the Hamgyeongdo incident…?”
“Yes, precisely thanks to this technology.”
While the shock over Ilseong was still reverberating, Garam unveiled a revolutionary product.
It seemed reckless, perhaps hastily done,
but Jeong Hyun-soo had convinced Jeong Cheol, Ji Sang-wook, and Chairman Han Do-hun of the necessity to plant the perception that Ilseong’s disappearance would pose no problem.
“Until now, Ilseong has cultivated an image as South Korea’s strongest Guild and ultimate safeguard. Without the Association chairman’s arbitrary obstruction, the perception was that they could rival the mightiest powers of America and Europe.”
“Mm.”
It was an undeniable truth.
And so Jeong Hyun-soo spoke to the Guild Master.
“Ilseong’s technological prowess? What of it? South Korea doesn’t need Ilseong. If we plant the image that things will change—for the better—then even those who argue for Ilseong’s necessity will fall silent.”
This was why Jeong Hyun-soo pressed Jeong Su-jin.
“How far along are we?”
“…Ugh, give me a break!”
Jeong Su-jin, with dark circles blooming beneath her eyes, gritted her teeth.
“Does it just materialize the moment I say it? You breeze through to those terrifying heights while you work, but I’m not you!”
In the end, the crux of the coming upheaval lay in advancement through High-Grade Mana Stones.
In an age of supernormal ability where all fossil fuels humanity used would be rendered powerless, Mana Stones alone could serve as an energy source.
It was merely the Tower’s crude scheme—slowly delaying the deadline of its collapse while striking a heavy blow against the conservative approach to its conquest.
Materials from Tower research on High-Grade Mana Stones—resources that could only be obtained by climbing the Tower rapidly and sacrificing people madly—were desperately needed.
The people of the world, blaming their leadership, rose in uprising, and humanity, suddenly bereft of stable climate and regressing in civilization, faced utter chaos.
Unable to deploy countless conventional weapons, they could not repel the invasions of enemy races in the species war, and countless souls were dragged away into slavery, clinging to a wretched existence.
“You need to think about why such things become possible from the materials the Tower produces.”
“…Are you saying we must use this?”
“If we don’t conquer it, those creatures will topple the world.”
Intoxicated by the benefits flowing from the Tower and the ever-strengthening power of Awakening, unable to fundamentally question what should be questioned, Jeong Su-jin fell into thought.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Either way, if we just pull this off, it’s a jackpot, so we do it.”
“Then hurry. Unless you want to fail.”
“I know, I know.”
Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.
Jeong Hyun-soo turned toward the direction from which Seuil’s laughter echoed.
“Orc! Kingdom! Everyone work!”
Under Oil’s command, modified Orcs poured into the construction site.
When Jeong Hyun-soo told Oil it was a fortress for invading the Ogre Kingdom, he became so delighted that he too picked up a pickaxe and began building.
Being Orcs, they lacked finesse in delicate work, but the crucial Mana Stone Power Plant was rising steadily.
‘Delicate slaves are unnecessary anyway.’
Jeong Hyun-soo recalled the prisoners of war captured from Ilseong.
Exceptionally talented mages and Hunters that Ilseong had produced.
In the trial about to begin, he would acquire them quite legally.
* * *
Seon Woo-hui straightened his attire with a tense expression.
A pristine white space.
The office at the very apex of the White Magic Tower, the Association headquarters.
Built from pure magical power reaching two hundred meters in height, the Tower stood in silence—even the wind currents normal to such heights were absent.
“Association Chairman, I’m here.”
“Come in.”
Seon Woo-jin crossed the silver boundary line set within the hexagonal Magic Tower of white magical power, a space that reflected the taste of the Grand Sorcerer in its emphasis on balance.
Each time the Mana Wind struck, light flowed diagonally across the tower, making it feel as though it were breathing.
The interior was suffused with a cool, cyan-white luminescence, and on the floor, exquisitely refined magical power emitted a wavering blue radiance.
At the center of the office, called the Throne of Mana radiating that cyan light, sat an elderly man.
A white mage from whom immaculateness emanated.
It was Seon Woo-hyun, the head of the Hunter Association who surveyed and orchestrated the world from that pinnacle—the one who spoke of the world’s greatest strength.
Though he appeared infinitely kind at first glance, before the Association Chairman possessed a cruelty of judgment surpassing anyone else in the world, Seon Woo-jin immediately fell to his knees.
“What are you doing?”
“Please spare my life.”
Seon Woo-hyun regarded him and opened his mouth.
“I’ve seen the video too.”
“I never imagined you’d acquired such technological capability.”
“That’s worth some consideration. I was surprised myself.”
“Then, perhaps…….”
Would he be merciful and let him live?
Seon Woo-hui harbored a glimmer of hope. After all, they were blood relatives, and he had lived in devoted service to Seon Woo-hyun all this time, holding his breath.
He had dreamed of the next generation; he had never dared to entertain thoughts of rebellion.
But then.
“In that case, you should have annihilated the other party completely. That way, there would have been no evidence left at all, would there?”
“Ngh, ahhh!”
Seon Woo-hui felt his body move against his will.
It wasn’t mere illusion magic. It was overwhelming Mana Control. On that foundation, Seon Woo-hui’s body bowed his head with perfect naturalness.
“I beg your pardon. My thinking was shallow.”
His tongue, even his vocal cords moved. Unable to resist the reality of his powerlessness, Seon Woo-hui fell into despair.
“I have no intention of helping you. Now leave.”
Seon Woo-hui turned and walked out. Propelled by flawless Magical Power manipulation, he gazed upward at the sky as if bearing the world’s deepest regret.
He could see surveillance cameras installed throughout the Association capturing his image frame by frame.
Moments later.
“No, this won’t do, Chairman!”
Seon Woo-hui leapt from the very top of the Magic Tower.
His extreme choice, leaving only blood in its wake, poured forth through the media as if they had been waiting for it.
While the Association released a statement announcing it would investigate the matter with utmost severity,
Seon Woo-hyun received an incoming call.
— Are you the Association Chairman?
“I am.”
— This is Jeong Hyun-soo speaking. Let’s meet sometime.
The corners of Seon Woo-hyun’s mouth curled upward.
“A bold one, aren’t you.”
To be continued in the next episode ▶
The Sole Devourer: A Regression Martial God
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