The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 20

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Episode 20. Clue (2)
Two messages had come through to him.
[Is it a good time for a call? Following your instructions, I’ve compiled information regarding the Greenskin clan and have something to report.]
It was from Kim Chun-sik, the branch director of Hyeollyeon.
Jung Hyun-su called Kim Chun-sik immediately.
— Thank you for calling despite your busy schedule. Regarding the recent activities of Hunter Jung Hyun-su…….
“What is it?”
— Ah, I apologize for losing my head and forgetting the precious time you’ve given me. We’ve just received a report that an Orc has appeared hunting an Ogre in a Gate where Ogres have been manifesting.
“An Orc hunting an Ogre?”
Interest flickered across Jung Hyun-su’s eyes.
— Yes. It’s from testimony by survivors who escaped the Sorae Mountain Gate that occurred in Bucheon. The credibility is high. And apparently, Hanul has submitted a request to the Gate Management Bureau to subjugate the Sorae Mountain Gate.
Naturally, he had not shared any more information than necessary with Kim Chun-sik.
— Yes, unfortunately, we still haven’t received any information related to the Thousand Defeat Return King.
In his previous life, by this point Jung Hyun-su had been living as a man confined to his room.
Because of the price he paid for the devastation Garam suffered from Song Gwang’s scheme, Jung Cheol had half-sealed him away.
‘If it were me, I would’ve killed even my own son. Should I be grateful?’
As a result, he didn’t know the intricate details of the Hunter world at this time.
For that information, it was enough to rely on Hyeollyeon. Besides, it was only necessary to remember the major and important matters.
[We have a guest from Hanul. Come over once you’ve confirmed it.]
The last message was from Jung Cheol.
‘Hanul.’
Likely, he’d come to express his gratitude for saving Ji Min-jung from the crisis she’d faced because of Ling Wei-hao.
He needed to enter the Sorae Mountain Gate, and Hanul—the massive guild based in the Seoul Metropolitan Western Region that held the Conquest Rights—had just incurred a debt to him, so things seemed to be proceeding quite smoothly.
As he opened the door to the Guild Master’s office and entered, the people inside came into view.
The place of honor sat empty, while Jung Cheol and Ji Sang-wook, Guild Master of Hanul, faced each other.
There was Gwon Gang-pal, Sub-Guild Master of Garam, and Ji Min-jung, the only daughter of Ji Sang-wook and designated successor to Hanul.
“Come from training?”
At Gwon Gang-pal’s words, arms crossed, Jung Hyun-su nodded.
“At least you’re making some effort these days.”
Gwon Gang-pal, satisfied by the thick scent of sweat and the lingering heat of an exerted body, nonetheless grumbled without reason.
Jung Hyun-su, who remembered how Gwon Gang-pal had resisted fiercely right until death while protecting Garam, simply smiled faintly in response.
“That’s how I’ll catch up.”
Jung Hyun-su sat down in a nearby seat as he spoke.
It happened to be next to Ji Min-jung.
“This guy, even so, with a guest here you should at least wash up!”
“Why? I’d just sweat again anyway.”
“So the secret behind all that recent industry buzz was just training, then. By the way, Chairman Jung, how did this happen? I heard you were worried sick about your son, was it all just a smokescreen?”
At the words of Ji Sang-wook, Guild Master of Hanul, Jung Cheol smiled wryly.
“This is the first time you’re seeing it directly? So you’re Jung Hyun-su.”
“Yes, I’m Jung Hyun-su.”
Jung Hyun-su’s manner was plain as plain could be, but Ji Sang-wook didn’t seem particularly bothered by it.
“A far cry from what I’ve heard. In any case, the media takes money and does no work worth a damn. How do they describe such a manly fellow as a reckless fool? I should meet with the Hunter Daily’s president right away.”
Though he appeared to be a talkative, excitable old man, Ji Sang-wook was in fact one of Korea’s top-tier mages, hidden behind Sun Woo Hyeon.
“The reason I asked you to come and show your face here is to express my gratitude. I’m deeply thankful that you saved Hanul—my daughter—at the Tower.”
“I only did what needed to be done.”
Ji Sang-wook gazed at Ji Min-jung.
Ji Min-jung lowered her head at his gaze.
“…Thank you for helping Hanul.”
Jung Hyun-su did not bother to respond to Ji Min-jung’s words.
……
He felt Ji Min-jung’s steady gaze upon him, but his purpose lay with the Sorae Mountain Gate.
“To be frank, though it’s awkward to say, if there’s something you wish to ask of me, you’re welcome to speak. As the master of Hanul, I should at least pay the price for my daughter’s life, shouldn’t I?”
“Then would it be all right if I asked for one favor?”
“Jung Hyun-su.”
Jung Cheol attempted to restrain him with a stern look, but Ji Sang-wook waved it off, saying it was fine.
“Ha, no. I’m not a man of two words, so go ahead and speak.”
Jung Hyun-su opened his mouth, casually brushing past Jung Cheol’s gaze, which made clear he would not tolerate idle talk.
“I submitted an application to enter the Gate that appeared on Sorae Mountain, but I found there’s already a prior claimant.”
“A prior claimant?”
At that, Ji Min-jung spoke up immediately.
“It’s a B-Rank Gate scheduled for our guild to conquer four days from now.”
“Ah, is that so?”
The master of a massive guild like Hanul held no leisurely position.
For that reason, decisions about conquering dungeons of B-Rank and below were typically assessed by sub-guild masters and other executives, with results of noteworthy matters reported to the Guild Master.
“If I’m understanding correctly, you’re asking us to yield the Conquest Rights to that Gate?”
To be honest, from one angle it might not be particularly difficult.
But movements between guilds were nothing but contests of strength, politics, and aspects of management.
Especially the authority to conquer—the very lifeblood of a guild—transferring such a thing was a rather sensitive matter.
“…No, that’s not it. If you could simply include me in the expedition, I’d be satisfied with that.”
Before Jung Cheol could issue his disapproval, Jung Hyun-su voiced his opinion, and Ji Sang-wook let slip a subtle smile.
“That’s hardly a difficult arrangement. I’ll have word sent to the conquest commander to contact you, and you can participate then. What’s your take on this, Chairman Jung?”
“My son still has much to learn. I worry he might become a burden.”
“That’s how he grows, isn’t it? Ha-ha-ha! Well then, I’ll be on my way.”
Ji Sang-wook rose from his seat and placed a fedora on his head.
At first glance it appeared to be a product from a moderately upscale luxury brand, but it was actually the Crown of Mantra, known to be the Hanul Guild Master’s prized possession.
Later it would be used by Hunter Association Chairman Sun Woo Hyeon, and during the final war it demonstrated formidable power.
‘In the end, that’s what he coveted.’
Hanul too would naturally weaken and vanish in the future, but Jung Hyun-su was certain that Sun Woo Hyeon’s hand was behind it.
An enemy’s prey was as good as an ally’s.
“Safe travels.”
“Then we’ll meet again.”
After Ji Sang-wook and Ji Min-jung departed, a brief silence descended over Garam’s office.
“…If there’s nothing more you need to say, may I take my leave?”
Jung Cheol regarded his son steadily as he asked.
“What do you think brought the Guild Master here?”
Jung Hyun-su’s expression was one of boundless exasperation.
Yet Jung Cheol showed no sign of backing down, his gaze sharp and penetrating.
“Ha. I’m grateful and all, but you were curious about my identity, right? Looking at what’s happened so far, I’d obviously cause waves in the next generation. A total fool suddenly becomes a top-tier prospect? You came to see for yourself and scout ahead. And you’ve got a rather beautiful daughter, don’t you?”
“…Your perspective certainly has broadened. Still, you need to be more careful with your words.”
For Jung Hyun-su, who had reigned as the sovereign of wanted men and lived in a world pushed to the brink of ruin, it was a deliberately chosen remark, though such explanations could hardly convince even if offered.
“…….”
“Answer me.”
“…Yes. I’ll do my best to try. Though it might be difficult…….”
He was certainly different from before, with many positive aspects emerging.
Yet proportional to that change, the stubbornness incomparable to his former self had faded.
Speaking plainly without reading his father’s mood, calling a mistake a mistake—that was certainly important for a man’s integrity, but when basic courtesy frayed like this, it was enough to give anyone a headache.
“Elder brother. This sort of thing doesn’t happen overnight, does it? Have patience and take it step by step….”
“Who asked you to say that?”
“Why am I catching sparks for this….”
“If there’s nothing more you wish to discuss, I’ll take my leave.”
“Remember clearly: when you act alongside Hanul, you represent Garam.”
Jung Hyun-su bowed his head slightly and walked out.
Watching him go, Gwon Gang-pal let out a chuckle of disbelief.
“It’s hard to believe, watching it firsthand. Is that really the same blockhead from before? He’s become stubborn in different ways now, but… I must say, it looks good to me. As long as he doesn’t backslide.”
Jung Cheol simply listened in silence, lost in thought for a moment.
“But what now? Refusing Hanul’s proposal would be foolish.”
“…A marriage.”
“Among the top-tier guilds, we’re the only ones not bound by blood relations, aren’t we? But if both our main lines joined forces now, who could stand against us? And they don’t even have a son.”
“While they mention marriage, in truth it’s nothing but a pact to scout and preempt Jung Hyun-su.”
“Which shows just how much value he holds cannot be ignored.”
“Still, I’m troubled.”
Jung Cheol gazed out the window for a moment.
Though he’s treated as an unprecedented prospect now,
he knew all too well what the public would think if Jung Hyun-su’s momentum faltered even slightly.
“Isn’t that exactly why we exist?”
“Indeed.”
With those words, Jung Cheol summoned the secretariat.
“Search for any Orc and Ogre-related Gates currently open for conquest.”
It was Jung Cheol’s reasoning that his son needed preliminary practice before joining Hanul.
“…Guild Master. Young Master Jung Hyun-su says he has no need for such things.”
“What? A kid who’s never even seen an Orc until now?” Gwon Gang-pal’s voice dripped with contempt.
Gwon Gang-pal shot to his feet, incensed, and rushed off to find Jung Hyun-su.
“Hey, Jung Hyun-su, you bastard! Getting cocky because your numbers have been good lately—eh?”
Whoosh!
As though he’d been waiting for it, Jung Hyun-su was transported upward to climb the tower.
[Entering Tower of Trials, Level 5. Language Foundation Zone begins.]
Blank tombstones lay scattered across the floor in every direction.
This was a sealed place where those consumed by the tower had their names stripped away and were bound to move at command.
And the command, naturally, was to repel the intruders.
Scratch-scrape!
A single hand emerged from beneath a stone marker, clawing at the ground, and what rose from the earth was what they called a Nameless Stone Spirit.
They were notorious undead that revived endlessly no matter how many times you struck them—the stuff of rookies’ nightmares, or so he’d heard.
But the mechanism for solving them was the same as in the lower levels.
‘Name Inscription.’
The conditions had simply become a little trickier.
Jung Hyun-su unleashed the Thousand Defeat Return King Fist, his knuckles crashing into the stone spirit.
Fragments exploded outward as the spirit cleaved apart from its core.
“Your name is Stone Spirit Number One of the Fifth Level.”
The moment he granted it that name, liberation swept through the spirit, and it pivoted to shield him like a barrier against the next attack.
Boom!
Behind its back, he hurled the Thousand Defeat Return King Fist to shatter another into fragments, and branded it with a name the instant before it revived.
But the fifth level was not so simple a place.
Beyond the forest of tombstones lay a new region.
[Entering the Silent Corridor.]
And beyond that, a single building came into view.
‘The Library of Silence.’
It was a place that could never be overlooked—the tower’s library might hold clues to some unknown quest.
Coo-coo-coo-coo!
Something opened its eyes from beyond.
To be continued ▶
The Regression Martial God Who Devours Alone
Author
Cheon Ya
Publisher
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
Published by
Grae Publishing
Inquiries: [email protected]
Publication date
May 26, 2026
UCI
G720:N+A327-20260515012
※ This e-book is protected under copyright law. Unauthorized reprinting and reproduction are prohibited.
Violation may result in criminal and civil legal liability.
※ Pentagram awaits your precious manuscript.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————