The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 35

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Episode 35. Reunion of Ill Fate (5)
Kang Hyun-woo walked through the ornate corridor.
As he pushed open the door at the far end, he found Jung Hyun-su sitting cross-legged on the bed.
The closed eyes snapped open.
“You were doing Mana Cultivation through all this?”
The expression on Kang Hyun-woo’s face as he looked at Jung Hyun-su was complicated.
Worry and anxiety, the stress of damage control from the incident unfolding before them—the exhaustion of a vice-guildmaster overseeing external affairs was laid bare for anyone to see.
Watching him, Jung Hyun-su laughed inwardly.
‘That mask fits well. Natural talent is clear enough.’
He wanted nothing more than to become Seon Woo-hyun’s lapdog and watch Garam crumble, yet he expressed his true desires through a face that contradicted them entirely.
“I only crushed a bug. What’s the big deal?”
“What?”
“Handle the cleanup yourself, Uncle.”
“You little bastard! Is that what you call talking? Do you even comprehend what you’ve done?”
“Of course. I was settling the hierarchy.”
At Jung Hyun-su’s words, Kang Hyun-woo’s eyebrows twitched.
“What are you talking about?”
“The weakling was getting uppity, so I showed him his place. And you already watched the footage anyway, didn’t you?”
What was captured in that video was ultimately the result of Park Young-soo’s first strike.
“Regardless, you severed the Mirae Guild heir’s arm? Fine, suppose we overlook that. But to plant that arm on the Mirae Guild’s flag? That’s unmistakably a declaration of war!”
“Before that, the Mirae Guild was already disrespecting both Garam and Hanul—I have it all documented. Besides, we weren’t even collaborating with them in the first place. Tone it down a little, Uncle.”
“What…?”
Jung Hyun-su, rather than listening, began rebuking Kang Hyun-woo instead.
“Did you think I came here to listen to your nagging? Mark my words: understand why Father wanted you in that position.”
It was truly a humiliating thing to say.
“You little shit. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Think of it as a necessary operational directive if you must.”
Jung Hyun-su was utterly lawless.
Of course, the hatred he harbored inwardly toward Kang Hyun-woo was a separate matter entirely.
In Kang Hyun-woo’s eyes, Jung Hyun-su appeared to be someone who had merely awakened considerable power through fortune, yet had crossed beyond the realm of common delinquent into possessing the traits of a tyrant.
“Handle the cleanup properly. If I’ve spoonfed it to you this far, you’d better prove you can at least digest it before we move forward together.”
……
“What are you doing? Aren’t you leaving?”
At those words, Jung Hyun-su flopped back down on the bed.
Kang Hyun-woo gazed at him for a moment, then turned away without a word.
His shoulders trembled visibly. To any observer, it looked like the bitter rage of a man who had dedicated his lifetime to the guild, now facing someone who treated him with utter contempt.
“You… you’re poison to Garam. I will certainly stop you…”
Yet beneath his expression, a smile brimming with dark anticipation was being suppressed.
Rumors had circulated that the power he’d awakened had sharpened his mind, but it was all delusion.
If things continued as they were—or worse, if he became even more brutal—that bastard would destroy Garam.
The sound of Kang Hyun-woo’s footsteps grew steadily fainter.
* * *
The World Hunter Association.
Abbreviated as the WHA, this global Hunter institution naturally maintained branch offices in every nation across the world.
As the association for all Hunters, it wielded considerable influence, ostensibly existing to provide strategy support for Tower climbing and to work closely with each nation’s government on Gate allocation adjustments.
Yeon Cheong-ha, the director of the Korean branch of that Hunter Association, was staring at the screen replaying before his eyes.
His expression, as he gazed at it with arms folded and a sideways glance, was full of displeasure.
“Christ, these absolute lunatics. They have no common sense whatsoever.”
No matter how hot-blooded young men could be, and though both Park Young-soo and Jung Hyun-su were ruffians who regularly appeared in the news society section, he never thought they’d resort to bloodshed on their very first meeting.
“First strike, then getting their ass handed to them. And look at the aftermath—severing the arm, then mounting it on the flag as a trophy. This idiot’s basically pledging lifelong war with the Mirae Guild, isn’t he?”
It was infuriating.
Mediating between guilds was part of the branch director’s role.
In this cramped peninsula that once had nothing but human resources before Towers appeared, Korea bore the curse of the poorest geographical position.
Yet that human capital had become the greatest strategic asset even after Towers emerged, unchanged, and thanks to that blessing, the Top Ten Guilds had risen into being.
With that came endless conflict.
These days, South Korea had become a powder keg more dangerous than the Balkans, Syria, or Sudan—places one no longer even learned about in history class.
Fortunately, Chairman Seon Woo-hyun’s overwhelming influence kept the lid on, or so Yeon Cheong-ha saw it.
‘Those Chinese bastards can at least run off to fight with some land to spare—time to mediate. But Korea is cramped, so if you just grab a sword and charge, your neighbor’s living room is right there and hell breaks loose.’
Korea was too narrow for that kind of luxury.
“Goddammit. So what’s the story with Park Young-soo?”
“We’ve deployed an Elixir as an emergency measure, and we’re in the process of contacting the Holy Power division through Mirae Guild’s secretariat to bring in the Essence.”
“Did it reattach?”
Ever since the advent of Towers and Gates, it had become possible to reattach severed limbs or equip some form of replacement to carry on with life.
But there was a catch.
“From what we hear, Garam’s Holy Power user did something—there’s no Mana response from the shoulder area at all.”
Yeon Cheong-ha recalled Garam Guild’s prized Five Kings Martial Art.
Jung Cheol of Garam occasionally deployed a horrifying attack that erased his opponent’s very existence, or so he’d heard.
Jung Hyun-su in the footage was displaying something similar.
“…What about that Platinum-rank who took the beating?”
“His Mana Circuit has been completely destroyed, we’re told.”
At his aide’s report, Yeon Cheong-ha let out a heavy sigh.
“Same method. He really made up his mind, didn’t he.”
The moment a problem arose, he’d severed an arm and made recovery impossible—a ruthless hand at work.
And yet, that wasn’t wrong.
Self-defense. In an age of Awakened Hunters, stopping at this level against an opponent spewing insulting words and killing intent was frankly gentlemanly.
But then again, perspectives on such matters always differed from person to person.
Mirae Guild wielded far greater power than Garam and looked down on them—so when Garam’s eldest son, the designated successor, severed the future chairman’s arm and crippled him…
“That old bastard Park is going to lose his mind. Damn it all.”
“What should we do?”
“What can we do? The arm-severed one and the one who got hit are both unconscious. First, I need to see the one who did the cutting.”
That was when it happened.
“B-Branch Chief! We have a major problem!”
“What is it now?”
“Mirae Guild’s Chairman Park is heading to Garam!”
Yeon Cheong-ha pressed his forehead.
“Shit, should I just resign?”
But he had too many mouths depending on him.
“This is absurd. Why can’t you bastards just get along, climb the Tower, clear Gates, and call it good? Fine. I’m heading to Garam right now! Activate emergency teleportation authority!”
With a collision between Top Ten Guild leaders looming, Yeon Cheong-ha had no choice but to move with urgency.
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The summit of a rear mountain overlooking Garam Guild’s headquarters with perfect clarity.
Perched on a boulder at the peak of the mountain known as Neung Gyeok Peak, Jung Cheol caressed the hilt of the Long Sword that had accompanied him his entire life.
Behind Jung Cheol stood Kwon Gang-pal, positioned like a bodyguard.
“…!”
Without even a blink, another figure had appeared at the mountain’s summit.
A wiry man with a lean, tautly muscled frame stretched long.
Save for the white hair flowing past his shoulders, he bore the appearance of someone in his forties.
It was Park Chul-hwan, Mirae Guild’s leader, who had passed eighty this year.
“Chairman Jung. It’s been a while.”
“I trust you’ve been well.”
Their tone and manner suggested an easy conversation between old acquaintances.
But it didn’t last long.
Beneath the clear sky, an eighty-year-old wielding a Crescent Halberd in both hands unleashed a cutting wind across Neung Gyeok Peak where even a gentle breeze had been absent.
Clang!
The speed and force were unbelievable for someone of his age.
Jung Cheol received the attack. The shockwave from their collision made Kwon Gang-pal’s eyes widen.
‘Insane monsters!’
Originally, Neung Gyeok Peak was said to stand at eight hundred meters above sea level.
But in just a few decades, it had been reduced to half that height.
‘It won’t even be four hundred meters now, damn it.’
A crater gouged as deep as if a meteor had struck.
“No matter how many times I see it, your technique is tyrannical. The Thousand Defeat Returning King Martial Art, wasn’t it?”
“…….”
Park Chul-hwan tossed the Crescent Halberd from his grip as if it were nothing, and it vanished beyond the empty space.
“You’ve heard the story, of course?”
“Yes.”
“The heir I was grooming has become useless. Are you saying you’ll lead Hunters from the front now?”
“A true leader must be rigorous in both body and spirit.”
“Keke, so I raised my late-life son poorly, and now I’m receiving all this criticism.”
Even as Jung Cheol pointed out Park Young-soo’s character flaws, Park Chul-hwan laughed it off.
“Our boy fell a bit short.”
Park Chul-hwan seemed to be apologizing for Park Young-soo’s conduct and behavior. The words were certainly apt, but the meaning was unmistakably different.
It was a pointed criticism of that shallow opportunism that had handed them all the ammunition they needed.
“Raised him well, did you? Though it seems he’ll need more careful guidance going forward.”
Jung Cheol’s eyebrows twitched for the first time.
“No matter how you dress it up, if the ledger doesn’t balance, what use is it? The Mirae Guild’s reputation is stained, and we’ve lost an heir besides.”
“…Regarding that matter, we can discuss terms through our operational teams…….”
“Why go to all that trouble? I have quite a few daughters and granddaughters. I’ll send you a list—pick one.”
Park Chul-hwan was known for his notorious romantic entanglements.
As a result, he had more than a dozen children, and when you counted the third generation, he commanded over thirty direct descendants.
“Accomplished men draw many women—that’s just how it is. I accept that. But the firstborn son should carry Park blood in his veins, wouldn’t you say?”
Kwon Gang-pal clenched his teeth.
‘That lecherous old fox of a bastard…….’
Using this incident as a pretext, Park Chul-hwan was pursuing a marriage between Jung Hyun-su—who was expected to lead the next generation—and one of his own daughters.
All while feigning magnanimity, he was making his move to absorb Garam into the Mirae Guild.
“Well, this is most unfortunate, Chairman.”
The flow of conversation was cut short by the words of Ji Sang-wook, who was walking over wearing a Bowler Hat.
“Unfortunate?”
“Why play dumb? Your strategic division at Mirae must have obtained the same information.”
Ji Sang-wook smiled knowingly.
“Hyun-su and our Min Jung have been dating. There’s been talk of a match between the two guilds since before that, and you’ve already obtained a copy of the formal proposal.”
“Without a wedding ceremony and without seals on the marriage certificate, such talk means nothing. Marriage, in the end, is business between houses.”
“Still, there’s such a thing as procedure.”
“Is that a challenge?”
At Park Chul-hwan’s words, Ji Sang-wook smiled softly and removed his Bowler Hat.
In the same instant, fierce Mana spread outward in all directions.
The whirling winds of the Sword Wind Technique clashed headlong with the surging Mana of the Grand Sorcerer Ji Sang-wook.
Crash!
“What in the—!”
Arriving at Garam Guild by Teleportation Magic Circle at precisely that moment, Yeon Cheong-ha was crushed beneath falling rubble.
To be continued ▶
The Monopolizing Returnee Martial God
Author
Chun Ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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May 26, 2026
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