The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 29

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Episode 29. Promotion (5)
“I don’t know what method was used, but Floor 10 is completely different from what we’ve seen so far.”
At Jung Yong-hwa’s words, the lens of Baek Sung-ju’s glasses flashed.
“Different in what way, exactly?”
└See how he’s asking again like he doesn’t know when he clearly does.
└Let it go. Still, the man makes his living on that one talent for forcing the narrative through regardless.
└└He’s so good at pretending not to know when he obviously does. It’s infuriating.
The flood of comments inevitably converts to money. For those who feed on controversy, this was precious sustenance.
“Knights appear there. Not just one, but ten of them come in a formation called the Knights Order. In other words, enemies who properly wield magical power will attack in massive numbers.”
“Ah…! The Knights Order! You mean…?”
“Yes. Systematically trained fighters employing a Coordinated Attack.”
The viewers watching responded immediately to Jung Yong-hwa’s sharp tone.
└Hey, who doesn’t know that? Do you not know?
└└ㄹㅇㅋㅋ We already have the standard meta setup of 2 tanks, 1 DPS, 2 ranged DPS ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└Just talk about what happens to Jung Hyun-soo who went in ignoring that. What’s going to happen? Is this another blank slate?
“Simply encountering knights who wield magical power for the first time and suffering a Coordinated Attack from the Knights Order spikes the difficulty dramatically. The Tower clearly recommends Party Play to mitigate that risk, so if one ignores that…….”
Jung Yong-hwa stared into the camera lens as he conveyed his thoughts.
“Then there’s only annihilation. It’s suicide. Even if you somehow break through the Knights Order, how do you face the boss when you’re exhausted?”
└This time Jung Yong-hwa’s right, it seems.
└ Does Garam’s Saint die there then?
└└No matter what, they’re getting dogpiled and there’s an insanely strong boss on this floor. How could anyone clear it solo?
└What if they got some insanely strong summon?
└└I’m a current summoner. There’s no way Garam’s Saint could have summoned something powerful enough to hard-carry through the lower floors of the Tower we’ve seen cleared so far plus rewards from a B-grade gate. Summons aren’t that easy to obtain. At best, you’d pull a D-grade.
└└└From what I hear, you’d need at least B-rank to clear Floor 10 smoothly, and you don’t get those until around the 30s floor, right?
└└└You’re accurate. So no matter what he pulls, there’s absolutely no way. Jung Hyun-soo’s as good as dead.
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[Name: Oil]
[Race: Orc]
[Grade: A]
With Rimgorg Ironhide at his back, Jung Hyun-soo wielded the Chamma Sword with feverish intensity.
A wind-like ferocity erased the nameless soldiers in his path.
And beyond them, he collided with a knight bearing shield and sword—what they called a “sword-and-shield” armed warrior.
Once, a well-trained, robust knight who had charged into jousts mounted upon a massive war horse.
Crack-crack-crack!
A head-on collision with Jung Hyun-soo. With a single blade stroke, the shield that had faithfully protected the enemy shattered and was consumed by the blade.
“Oil! Follow me!”
“Graaaagh!”
Rather than engage the knights who immediately moved to fill the newly opened gap, Jung Hyun-soo increased his pace.
“Master?”
“Just follow.”
“But turning our backs on the enemy is a warrior’s shame!!”
“Oil, that’s an order.”
“Kyiiieek!”
Snorting with an orcish grunt for the first time, Oil moved.
As a member of the Holy Sanctuary, Oil’s obedience to Jung Hyun-soo was absolute.
The contract binding them—not one concerning the orc’s independence—triggered binding force without exception.
Thus Oil pursued Jung Hyun-soo closely. Ten human knights. He’d taken one, but he was only fleeing from nine?
“Gruh?”
Still young, a five-year-old orc.
In the orc’s two-meter frame of vision, a knight’s back of the head strangely came into view.
“Back of the head! Smash it!”
The skull breaker—an orc’s favorite.
Oil was seized by the desire to cave in a head if given the chance.
“Oil, smash.”
“Kyiiieek!!”
This time, joy burst forth alongside a snort as Oil swung the Battle Axe. The exhilarating thrill transmitted from the skull cracking open the moment he turned. Thwack!
Crunch!
Simultaneously, two more knights’ heads rocketed skyward before Oil’s eyes.
“Master! What has happened!”
In the blink of an eye, Jung Hyun-soo had killed three knights. He seemed to be fleeing, yet ambush-like strikes were landing?
“A formation is read and dismantled. Just crushing it with raw force is inefficient.”
“…?”
“You can’t understand that. Just do as I tell you.”
“Frustrating as it is… you make a fair point. I’m still young; it’s hard for me to grasp.”
Oil stood a full head taller than Jung Hyun-soo, who was pushing 186 centimeters, yet his words held truth.
In any case, Jung Hyun-soo succeeded in swiftly dismantling the formation of the nameless knights who were forced into isolation, each defending their respective cardinal positions.
Holding individual territories had its advantages, but the Zone Defense Formation had a fatal weakness — once penetrated, enemies could exploit the exposed gaps and wheel around to strike from behind, and it was a weakness Jung Hyun-soo knew how to exploit.
With countless battles under his belt, he tore through them with effortless precision.
“Oil, listen carefully. Your job is to support from the rear until we punch through this line.”
“A warrior doesn’t belong behind anyone!”
…….
Jung Hyun-soo began to raise the Chamma Sword, and Oil quickly added in desperation:
“Shriek! Master! An orc’s words must be heard through to the end! As a member of the Holy Sanctuary, I have a duty to assist you! If you die, I die! Sil dies too! RRRRAAAAAHHHHH! Aren’t you going?”
With such an unflinchingly loyal companion at his back, Jung Hyun-soo’s charge was nothing short of a blitzkrieg.
Layered with both the Vanguard Commander Effect and the Reverse Explosive Surge Effect, the knights whose formation crumbled became nothing more than autumn leaves before the wind.
[You enter the King’s Duel.]
Crack!
Having snapped the neck of the last remaining knight, Jung Hyun-soo paused to survey the Palace, now half-destroyed and little more than ruins.
Once there had been traces of a great civilization, a kingdom ruled by a mighty sovereign—but now it was nothing but a cursed space, devoured by the Tower and fractured into a mere Stage.
Beyond the wreckage, a middle-aged man sat upon a throne split completely in two, wearing a Crown, his gray eyes fixed upon Jung Hyun-soo.
[The Nameless King prepares for battle.]
What had once been the raiment of the highest nobility—garments that seemed to embody that very concept—now hung in tatters.
Draped in those rags, crowned with a corroded Crown, the king rises to his feet.
With a metallic screech, a blade is drawn.
Whinnng.
This is the fate of those who lost to the Tower.
One of the Three Calamities, the Gigantic Divine King, had spoken of it.
When a world-king falls in the Tower’s racial war, they are given a choice.
Fight to the bitter end and see their kingdom annihilated, or remain and become part of the Tower itself.
Some say—
—that it is nothing but cowardly prolongation. They cannot fathom becoming a minion of the very Tower that destroyed their world, forced to live on a Tower Stage as a shadow of a ruler.
But is there truly a right answer to such a question?
[The Nameless King gazes upon the fallen knights with compassion.]
[The Nameless King grieves at the sight of eighty-two invisible soldiers and seven unseen knights.]
[The Nameless King’s wrath ignites.]
The Wrath of the King.
The skill of the Nameless King who has turned Floor 10 into a nightmare itself.
[The nameless knights and soldiers resonate with the King’s power.]
[All ability values of the nameless knights and soldiers increase by +20.]
[Morale surges.]
A stat boost for allies.
[The ability values of the enemies who invaded the Palace drop by 10%.]
[Morale plummets.]
A simultaneous debuff for enemies—an absurdly broken skill by any measure.
But the moment Jung Hyun-soo felt his body grow sluggish, something changed.
[Paewhang Jijae suppresses the Wrath of the King.]
“…?”
Even Jung Hyun-soo had not anticipated this.
He’d thought he could clear it without much trouble, even accounting for the debuff.
‘It bounced back the debuff?’
The unexpected effect within Paewhang Jijae delighted Jung Hyun-soo immensely.
When fighting someone like Sun Woo-hyun—a grand mage—it was those petty debuffs you had to watch out for.
While there were powerful, devastating spells that hit once and hard, nothing was more dangerous in a prolonged fight than the stacking accumulation of troublesome debuffs applied turn after turn.
‘If my magical resistance just went up, that’s even better. I like it.’
Jung Hyun-soo swung the Chamma Sword without hesitation.
Clang!
The Nameless King parried the blow, and immediately the knights flanking him surged forward to protect their sovereign, closing in on Jung Hyun-soo.
“RRRAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Behind Jung Hyun-soo stood Oil.
He split the knight on the right with his Battle Axe and drove his left arm forward, taking the attacks of the other knight on himself.
Jung Hyun-soo seized the moment and cut off the knight’s breath.
But he didn’t stop there.
“Oil! Kill the soldiers. All of them!”
[The Nameless King has switched targets to Oil.]
“Not a chance.”
Jung Hyun-soo cut off the king instead. In that same instant, Oil began the slaughter.
Oil was a Named creature who had reached Rank A.
With the potential to grow at least to Rank S if one day called an Orc Warlord, the unnamed soldiers stood powerless before Oil.
With a single swing of the Battle Axe, five fell—sometimes ten. A punch pulped them flat, and those sent flying never rose again.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
Oil hurled the axe skyward, caught it mid-air, and drove it through bodies with a knee strike that bent spines.
The moment the last soldier fell limp, the Nameless King’s entire frame began to tremble.
[The Nameless King experiences profound loss from the total annihilation of his knights.]
[Royal Anguish]
[The Nameless King sinks from rage into sorrow.]
“M-master… something feels wrong.”
“I know.”
Jung Hyun-soo watched the Nameless King pour out black mist from its body as if releasing the abyss itself, and he steadied his breath for a moment.
‘Originally, the lore said you’re supposed to clear this stage with a standard Party Play combination—just defeat the king.’
But Jung Hyun-soo had come for something specific on this floor.
The Wrath of the King.
Everyone sought it, but truthfully, few ever discovered the hidden condition: that every knight and soldier had to die.
[Defeat the Nameless King within the time limit.]
Stage completion and maximum rewards were two different things.
In fact, one who slaughtered everyone here might seem unusual.
A ruler who cherished his soldiers and knights so deeply that seeing them all massacred was rare—but such a player would inevitably appear.
[Ownership of the Holy Sanctuary transfers to Jung Hyun-soo.]
And a summoned being’s achievements are the summoner’s achievements.
Thus, having satisfied the third and final condition, Jung Hyun-soo thrust his fist toward the black tide surging toward him.
“Sorry, but mine runs deeper.”
Hyun Cheon Gui Won Gong.
The technique that erases an opponent’s mana tore through the darkness, and beyond the rupture, the Paewhang’s power detonated.
To be continued in the next episode ▶
The Sole Inheritor’s Return
Author
Cheon Ya
Publisher
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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