The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 37

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Episode 37. Exchange Match (2)
The direct members of the Top-10 Guild approached with smiling faces.
Unlike Chae Moo-hyun of Songgwang, whose eyes gleamed from a distance, the Hunters in their thirties who had already ascended to Gold Rank or higher showed no hesitation.
“Ah, if you feel burdened, feel free to decline. After all, this occasion is an Exchange Match between Top-10 Guilds.”
Seon Byung-hee wore the face of a likable man, but of course his true intention was an action to secure his own control.
As the protagonist of the Exchange Match hosted by Ilsung Group, the spotlight naturally had to go to him.
Whether it was Garam’s new star or Park Young-soo of Future Group, they were merely prey in this Exchange Match for him.
Seon Byung-hee glanced at Yeon Cheong-ha, who was watching with a displeased expression.
There should be no fight between Jung Hyun-soo and Park Young-soo where they sought to kill each other. Because it was an Exchange Match.
That said.
Subduing the opponent without bloodshed.
That was the method Seon Byung-hee pursued, and naturally Jung Hyun-soo had already read that intention.
“If we came here to exchange, we should exchange.”
As Jung Hyun-soo rose from his seat, Seon Byung-hee’s eyes met those of his secretary.
“But first, I’d like to give you a gift.”
“A gift?”
“You pushed yourself a bit hard yesterday, so have a drink on me.”
In the secretary’s hand was a tray, and upon it sat an ornate glass bottle.
The milky-white liquid contained within looked extraordinary at first glance.
“It’s a new product Ilsung Pension has just developed.”
“It’s called the Astra Elixir M-X.”
The secretary adjusted his glasses and began his explanation.
“Using dimensional compression extraction technique, natural Ether has been compressed to ultra-high density to maximize absorption rate. It combines the cellular regeneration and blood flow activation effects from the heart crystal of the high-grade flame-attribute Dungeon boss, the Phoenix, moonlight essence leaves harvested from the forty-floor Dimensional Gate Moonlight Garden to amplify biotic energy, and the latest recovery agent formulated with basilisk bile and Ether golden thread.”
The secretary’s tone carried considerable pride in Ilsung.
Currently, the market cap of the Ilsung Guild Group was roughly five hundred trillion, and Ilsung Pension Bio Logistics, valued at twenty percent of that—one hundred trillion.
The pride in that technology seemed immense. Certainly it could be.
‘Regardless, after the proper Magical Revolution, it will become inferior even to lower grades.’
But Ilsung does not fall.
Because based on the Magical Revolution thesis stolen from his disciple by Seon Woo-hyun, Ilsung would undergo dazzling growth and eventually surpass Apex, the world’s greatest Guild from America.
Of course, that will never happen now.
Because Jung Hyun-soo intended to hold the Magical Revolution in his own hands.
“Drink.”
“I appreciate the kindness.”
“…?”
Jung Hyun-soo set the Astra Elixir M-X on the table and began to loosen his shoulders.
“What are you trying to—”
“I don’t think I need to drink it. Since this isn’t exactly a life-or-death duel, won’t the relative levels of both of us become apparent regardless?”
“What…?”
“Everyone watching will surely acknowledge the magnanimity you’ve shown, should you be concerned about gossip arising from the outcome.”
Jung Hyun-a’s face was one of resignation.
She was sick and tired of her blood relative’s behavior—it seemed he didn’t know how to form proper relationships with people.
“I will accept whatever the result may be.”
“Well, you said you don’t want to do it—what can I do about that?”
The stage was set.
Everyone watched Jung Hyun-soo and Seon Byung-hee with interest.
Jung Hyun-soo, who had brutally toppled the promising Park Young-soo. Seon Byung-hee, who had been a strong contender for victory from the start.
“Will Garam’s rising star shake up the board this time as well?”
Chae Moo-hyun of Songgwang lifted his glass silently, his gaze fixed on Jung Hyun-soo.
Chae Moo-hyun was the one who had become a laughingstock because of that man during the tower climb. Had he not received cold glares from Chairman Chae Moo-shik because of it?
He had gritted his teeth and achieved what should have been the most celebrated accomplishments in the tower and gates, yet public evaluation was relative.
Second place, not first.
Chae Moo-hyun’s anger toward Jung Hyun-soo, who bore that stigma, had become something close to resentment.
Yet he watched in silence.
‘I’m only waiting for the moment to strike you down.’
As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will not lose a hundred battles.
Chae Moo-hyun simply watched Jung Hyun-soo.
For that day when he would finally strike Jung Hyun-soo down and become the true greatest.
“Then let’s begin. As I said, if you try to kill each other, it ends immediately. And on top of that, you committed attempted Hunter murder in front of a branch director—I’ll put my position on the line for you. Understood?”
With Yeon Cheong-ha’s declaration, a friendly match began instead of the cancelled duel.
“Ladies and gentlemen, behold the magical protective barrier system created by Ilsung Magic—the Elysium Dome!”
“The dome-shaped triple magical barrier completely envelops the Lounge, maximizing stability.”
“Yes, the first layer uses an Ether Tension Field to absorb up to 95% of physical shockwaves and shrapnel.”
“And what about the second and third layers?”
“The second Mana Diffuser disperses and neutralizes explosions and magical power waves from skill usage, while the final third Dimensional Fixing Formula has been verified to even block spatial rifts.”
“Remarkable!”
“If Ilsung were to expand this Elysium Dome across an entire city, then even in the event of a Magic Tower collapse, theoretical projections suggest damage transference could reach nearly 0% — a thesis already reported to the academic community by Ilsung Magic Tower.”
Jung Hyun-a slumped forward, leaning her arm against the desk as she grumbled at the suddenly talkative host and his beautiful female companion.
“The advertising just never ends.”
“For Ilsung, everything is business.”
“That’s how you get a market cap over 500 trillion won.”
Management really wasn’t an easy field, she thought.
“Magic Tower, Magic Tower — always Magic Tower.”
It would be nice if Garam had its own Magic Tower separate from the unmanned Dungeon conquest team.
The thought suddenly struck Jung Hyun-a.
“The floor of this Lounge channels shockwaves through the Ether Reactor Floor to magical nodes, after which magical formations disperse the impact into dimensional pockets, rendering it harmless.”
“Even if an S-Rank Hunter struck down with full power, it would remain intact?”
“Ha. Undoubtedly. Beyond that, the Hyper Air Barrier for air pressure control and the Aurora Repair Network — our proprietary Ilsung patent — handle self-repair, and the dimensional veil blocks all light flares and thermal explosions emitted here, so there’s nothing to worry about. Especially.”
The host gestured toward the far side.
Though no one sat there, an ornate leather VIP seating section rose up from beneath the ground.
“The VIP Lounge built by Ilsung is particularly safe. Through Ether Acrylic Paneling technology, magical barriers inscribed in transparent acrylic provide a double-layered defense.”
The Elysium Dome slowly closes. A blue curtain unfolds, and Seon Byung-hee begins chanting a spell first.
His open palm glows golden, and a Mana Bullet shoots toward Jung Hyun-soo.
Bang-bang-bang-bang!
Projectiles rain down in a parabolic arc, their trails streaking as they strike Jung Hyun-soo hard.
Chain explosions erupt. The shockwaves ripple across the blue barrier encircling the Lounge walls but don’t penetrate beyond it.
“Hmm.”
It was a precise shot, but Jung Hyun-soo nimbly sidestepped, avoiding the hit. His footwork held considerable subtlety.
“Those were almost homing projectiles, yet he pulled his body away just before impact — impressive.”
Yeon Cheong-ha admired Jung Hyun-soo’s movement. For a Bronze Rank to cut off a Gold Rank’s arm, you’d need at least that level of skill.
Boom!
Seon Byung-hee immediately stamped his foot. A sharp golden aura erupts as a magical formation spreads outward.
The ground and air vibrate as a heavy gravitational wave radiates out. Jung Hyun-soo meets it with a powerful stomp of his own.
Crash!
[Skill Yeok-Balsan Gikaesae activates.]
A bloodless training ground. The vanguard’s effect doesn’t apply here, but he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.
Cheonpae Gwiwangmu, Paecheon Bungta.
A crimson Tyrant’s power explodes violently from beneath Jung Hyun-soo’s feet, shattering the floor panels into fragments.
“Wait, you said it was durable!”
Seon Byung-hee’s gravity field tears open from the counter-wave, his golden magical formation scattering like pixels on a screen.
“Quite… capable.”
Seon Byung-hee was genuinely taken aback.
He’d heard Park Young-soo had lost to Jung Hyun-soo, but as a mage, Seon Byung-hee had intended to orchestrate a seasoned, strategic battle. He never anticipated his magic would be shattered outright like this.
Overwhelming physical force crushing magic itself?
His pride took a hit.
Seon Byung-hee spread both hands wide.
“That is…”
The Flare Explosion — virtually the symbol of the Seon family’s mages.
The interior of the Elysium Dome transforms into a towering pillar of flame.
Yeon Cheong-ha narrowed his gaze. A formidable spell.
Though it naturally lacked killing intent, leaving no grounds for intervention, the risk seemed genuine enough that he swallowed the Chamgaribi Wanja he’d been holding in his mouth as a precaution.
Gold and crimson light blend and roil like the surface of the sun.
Flame surrounds Jung Hyun-soo’s body, but then black smoke whips back in the opposite direction.
Hyeoncheon Gwiwongong’s Gwiwon Jinheup. A vortex of blackness forms, swallowing Seon Byung-hee’s magic like a black hole.
Heat, flame, shrapnel — all drawn toward Jung Hyun-soo. Seon Byung-hee suddenly felt as though everything had stopped.
Like a vacuum, no sound reaches him. The power of the fully-formed Hyeoncheon Gwiwongong manifests.
A force that is the very nemesis of mages unfolds from Jung Hyun-soo.
“Can you see it now?”
“What…?”
“This is Garam.”
When sense returned, the whirlpool of Gwiwon that Jung Hyun-soo had created swirled right before his eyes.
The power Seon Byung-hee unleashed was far more intense, yet every last bit of it was being swallowed by Jung Hyun-soo.
For a mage, it was an unknowable terror. A vortex that devours magic itself?
“What… what the hell is this bastard doing right now?”
Crackle-crackle-crack!
The flames howled. The magical circuits channeling them felt twisted and warped.
Seon Byung-hee could not accept this.
‘I’m losing ground?’
He carried the blood of Seon Woo-hyun, the guild chairman—a prodigy praised since childhood, now risen to an executive position at the Magic Tower. His confidence came from swiftly closing the gap between himself and his two older brothers.
A man who lived by that pride could not fathom being outmatched by Jung Hyun-soo.
“Haaaaah!”
A golden hemispherical Ether shield materialized around Seon Byung-hee’s entire frame. Through it, he blocked the flames being sucked away—a quick-witted improvisation.
“Not bad for a think tank,” Jung Hyun-soo remarked.
His gaze looked down from above. Seon Byung-hee’s teeth ground together.
“Eyes down, you son of a bitch!”
Violent currents crackled and rippled outward across the shield’s surface.
Fire and lightning.
All the power that symbolized the Seon clan was unleashed.
Jung Hyun-soo laughed softly.
A gentle breeze gathered at his feet.
It became a raging gale in an instant.
Crimson demonic power flowed along the wind’s trajectory. The strength of the Tyrant—following the Cheongryeong Mansanggong.
When the two merged, a radiant light unleashed the Wind-Splitting Blade.
Boom!
Vision blurred and slowed. A moment as if breath itself had stopped.
Thump.
The heartbeat became tangible.
The wind’s thin, razor-sharp trajectory tore through the barrier’s surface. It was the Wind-Splitting Blade born of the Cheongryeong Mansanggong.
Behind the ruptured Ether shield, a crimson shockwave followed.
Boom!
Like fireworks, fragments of golden mana scattered and adorned the interior of the Elysium Dome.
“Argh! You bastard!”
Yet Seon Byung-hee was one who could never accept defeat. His pride would not allow it, and in that moment, he detonated his power in a desperate burst.
“This mad son of a bitch!”
Yeon Cheong-ha immediately moved to intervene.
“Open it now!”
“The system cannot be unlocked without authorization from the decision-maker.”
Of course, that decision-maker was…
Seon Byung-hee, displaying the frenzied calculations of overlapping magical circles that blazed like constellations in the air.
As if before a final detonation, shockwaves of demonic power rippled outward, and Yeon Cheong-ha ground his teeth, concentrating his power at his feet.
Boom!
A thunderous roar engulfed the Lounge.
To be continued ▶
The Sole Devourer: Return of the Martial God
Author
Cheon-ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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May 26, 2026
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