The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 105

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Episode 105. Interview (2)
Of course, not everyone who heard Jeong Hyun-soo’s words accepted them immediately.
“The Great Cataclysm? Terror and annihilation? What are you talking about? We’ve already overcome that.”
Those early days when the Towers first appeared, when Gates emerged at all hours of day and night.
When modern civilization became obsolete and the importance of Hunters who conquered the Towers came into focus.
Had humanity not already survived those chaotic years, complete with the conflicts between governments that controlled and coerced such Hunters?
“That was merely a taste of what’s to come.”
The Knight King’s expression soured at Jeong Hyun-soo’s words.
“Listen here, Holy One of Garam. I acknowledge the capabilities you’ve demonstrated are exceptional, but do you truly expect me to believe what you’re saying now?”
“I’m not asking you to believe me based on the results I’ve shown so far.”
“Then what?”
“Two months at the current rate. If you follow my request according to the terms within that timeframe, I would be grateful. If not, all subsequent contracts become void.”
The covenant between Jeong Hyun-soo and the Knight King was, now that he’d freed him, nothing short of shackles.
“That leaves you with no risk at all.”
The election was a year away, and Jeong Hyun-soo was asserting that upheaval would occur within two months.
If nothing happened in those two months, the contract would be voided.
“…Hah, this stings my pride. Me, called the Knight King? Europe’s strongest?”
“I know.”
“And yet you cast off the shackles I’ve bound you with—with something so trivial?”
His demeanor was one of nonchalance, carelessly discarding a covenant with the Knight King that could have brought him both wealth and honor if used wisely.
“A promise made must be kept.”
“You’re that confident?”
“If you wish, I can even sign a document.”
Jeong Hyun-soo’s manner remained utterly composed. The Knight King studied him with arms crossed, then opened his mouth.
“Hah. Convene a press conference.”
“Sir?”
“That’s an order.”
At the King’s curt command, Edwin bowed his head.
Not long after, journalists from nations across the world began pouring into Garam.
* * *
It was an unannounced emergency press conference. And the situation was peculiar in every respect.
— The Knight King’s sudden press conference?
— But why not Buckingham?
— It’s not Buckingham? Then where is it?
— …Garam?
— Garam? The Knight King? Is he finally making a move?
Word of the Knight King’s liberation was spreading quietly, but the mere sight of him openly in South Korea was already setting off ripples.
And when the Knight King actually walked in through a shower of camera flashes, everyone’s eyes widened in astonishment.
— Insane. The Knight King came to Korea!
— Is this real? lol
South Korea’s Hunter community was already in disarray with the fall of Ilseong.
In such circumstances, the presence of the Knight King at the Garam Guild was something that naturally stirred expectations.
— He said he’d support us before, but I didn’t expect it to be like this.
The Knight King was making an official visit, and Garam Guild was his first stop.
He didn’t even meet with the South Korean government—he simply came directly to Garam to hold a press conference.
— Look, the Foreign Minister and the Hunter Management Minister are scrambling over here lol
While government officials came rushing, the Knight King took the podium.
“Thank you for coming despite your busy schedules.”
His voice, carried through translation, settled over the journalists.
“I’ll keep this brief as we all have much to attend to. I, Arthur Pendraegon, King of Britain, will not be running in the next World Hunter Association presidential election.”
It was a non-candidacy declaration delivered like a blow from the very start.
Even Jeong Hyun-soo, watching from the side, found it utterly characteristic of his friend Franklin, absurd as it was.
The journalists fell silent, completely blindsided by the announcement.
Those watching the live press conference on screen were equally stunned.
“…….”
The first journalist to recover raised his hand.
“Are you… announcing your non-candidacy in the Association presidential election?”
This was the Knight King who had been running even while bound in Buckingham, keeping Seon Woo-hyun in check.
The one who had worked harder than anyone to claim the Association chairman’s seat—and now that his shackles were broken, he was declaring non-candidacy instead.
The journalists’ keyboards danced furiously.
And then the questions come pouring in.
“Yes, you there.”
“Amy from Hunter Times. Is there a particular reason you’ve decided not to run in the Association chairmanship election?”
The Knight King answered the reporter Amy’s question.
“For the time being, I wish to dedicate myself fully to state affairs.”
It was a thoroughly orthodox response. And yet the reporters sensed something substantial beneath it.
— State affairs?
— So he can’t win this election anyway, and instead of campaigning he’s saying he’ll just focus on solidifying his European position now that he’s broken free of his shackles?
— He’ll make his move in the next election?
Analysis pieces flooded out from everywhere. And naturally, Seon Woo-hyun was watching the press conference too.
“…So he really does have that much capability?”
Honestly, he hadn’t expected the Knight King to respond this quickly.
It was remarkable ability. At this point, even Seon Woo-hyun couldn’t help but acknowledge Jeong Hyun-soo’s competence.
This overwhelming influence that appeared suddenly and was demonstrated so forcefully. Yet what frightened him just as much was the sensation he’d felt when they faced each other.
Once a goal was set, the untamed ferocity with which he would charge forward—Seon Woo-hyun hadn’t overlooked that.
A dangerous man.
“Perhaps not this time…”
If the opportunity arose, he would have to kill him. This wasn’t the kind of talent to keep subordinate like Jeong Su-jin. Aside from the age difference, he was the same sort of monster.
He’d devour anyone in his path sooner or later.
“Pity.”
It would have been better if he’d failed so his threat could be ended now, but there was nothing for it but to hope for another chance.
* * *
Franklin was being Franklin.
“How was it?”
In a situation like this, one might reasonably say he needn’t have gone to such lengths.
“You overextended yourself.”
“What?”
“You pushed yourself that hard for me—I’m truly moved.”
Jeong Hyun-soo looked at Franklin. In the previous life, both of them had been clumsy at this.
Jeong Hyun-soo remembered the strong man bound in Buckingham, watching only as the world crumbled.
Though not quite to that degree, Franklin had, in fact, been unable to achieve what he truly wanted.
He and the knights were bound together tightly, but not a single one of the subjects under his rule spoke their heart freely.
“Moved my ass. Don’t feed me flattery.”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Of course it was.”
“…Still, I’m grateful.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Because you trusted me, this decision came about.”
“Cocky bastard. In that case, let’s have a drink.”
“A drink—that sounds good.”
The two of them had naturally shared drinks many times before. When Jeong Hyun-soo found himself overwhelmed in combat, he would sometimes just retreat to Buckingham for reinforcements.
Each time, Franklin would grumble while still suggesting they share a drink.
A king whose kingdom was crumbling, able to do nothing—a rotting, decaying king.
He would never see such a sight again.
“Hmm, this is Soju? It tastes less impressive than I expected.”
“Well, honestly, Soju is just alcohol diluted with water.”
“Hm, but they say the Chicken Feet you eat with it is that delicious?”
Franklin.
This English king, who publicly went by the alias Arthur Pendragon and was called the Knight King, was a classic addict of Korean culture.
He was obsessed with Korean romantic comedies, and he harbored strange fantasies about those spirited heroines—all sharing a common love of spicy Chicken Feet—drinking Soju and letting out satisfied sighs.
But as if a noble king like Franklin would go anywhere and ask for Chicken Feet and Soju.
Would anyone know he was an addict, watching streaming services every night after training until sleep finally came?
“Have you tried it?”
“How would I eat something like that? I merely inquired because I heard it was close to Korean traditional culture.”
“When a state guest visits, we do need to provide traditional cultural experiences, after all.”
“Exactly! This is a diplomatic matter!”
Only just before death.
Only just before the world’s end did Franklin say he wanted to taste Chicken Feet and Soju.
How could Jeong Hyun-soo not have prepared for it?
“Whoooaa!”
Presently, the Chicken Feet arrived, displayed with considerable flourish.
Looking at the seasoning, the red coating appeared quite spicy.
“Will this be alright for you?”
“What do you take me for? Don’t you remember the Jeyuk Bokkeum earlier—another Korean traditional food that was just as red? Korean food is meant to be spicy; that’s when it tastes right.”
It was clearly different from that.
Yet Franklin radiated confidence.
Befitting a Knight King, he popped the Chicken Feet into his mouth with the assurance of one severing an enemy commander’s head.
“Oh? It’s actually quite—dee—”
Franklin’s mouth, which had been working eagerly, snapped shut.
No words came out.
“Your Majesty?”
“…….”
“Are you all right?”
Franklin remained silent.
He sat perfectly still in that posture.
“If it’s too hot, you should spit it out.”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s words, Franklin looked at him.
Jeong Hyun-soo, having also eaten Chicken Feet, casually threw back a shot of Soju.
It matched perfectly with the Korean sensibility Franklin had come to know.
“…You think I can’t handle it?”
“It’s only Chicken Feet, after all.”
The implication was clear: don’t let pride get in the way. Yet Franklin felt his composure scratch against something.
“Shall I get some milk—”
“Cough! Good!”
After a dramatic pause, Franklin suddenly knocked back more Soju.
“Yes! Hehehehe! So this is the taste of Korea!”
But his expression told a different story. The grim determination flickering across his face—as if he were about to wage a life-or-death struggle with Seon Woo-hyun over the position of Association chairman—that was no illusion.
“Heh. Haha.”
Franklin laughed as though nothing were amiss.
“Won’t you have any more?”
Jeong Hyun-soo asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Franklin then opened his mouth.
“So what’s the plan now? You had me withdraw from the race based on your say-so—I’d like to hear exactly what you’re proposing.”
Truth be told, that was the real purpose of this meeting.
Jeong Hyun-soo had to answer him.
“I plan to meet with Alexander.”
The Knight King of England, Alexander of America.
A formidable figure who could stand as a rival to Association Chairman Seon Woo-hyun.
“What? That blockhead?”
The Knight King’s expression was utterly unenthusiastic.
“Yes.”
“Will that work? That bastard has no reason to listen to anyone. Unlike me, I’m willing.”
The Knight King fundamentally disliked Seon Woo-hyun, and moreover, since he himself harbored ambitions to become Association chairman, he believed an approach might succeed.
“But that man does whatever suits his fancy.”
“Exactly. So if we dangle something he can’t have, wouldn’t it be all the easier?”
“Hm…?”
“I’m thinking of showing him the way to the heart of the Amazon.”
At those words, the Knight King lurched to his feet.
“Is that even possible?”
Instead of answering, Jeong Hyun-soo smiled knowingly and popped another piece of Chicken Feet into his mouth, crunching it loudly.
“We’ll make it possible. But won’t you have some more?”
Franklin, of course, never touched the Chicken Feet again after that.
Continued in the next episode ▶
The Regression Martial God Who Monopolizes Everything
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Cheon Ya
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