The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41. The Expert (1)
Unkillable Demon’s Condensed Flesh!
A Demon Beast of immeasurable strength that appeared on Earth decades hence, where the Three Disasters ravaged without mercy.
True to its name—the Unkillable—this Demon Beast never died. And indeed, no death had ever been confirmed.
‘Because that thing devoured it.’
An immortal existence swallowed whole by one of the Three Disasters, the lord of the Demon Race.
Jeong Hyeon-su didn’t know how the Unkillable Demon’s Condensed Flesh had been discovered or why it slept in the archives of the Top Ten Guilds, but he already held a fraction of that deathless power in his grasp.
‘This alone won’t be enough to awaken it.’
Yet the great mages of that future, driven to desperation by coming apocalypse and real combat, had uncovered in theory some of the Unkillable’s applications.
The tissue of the Unkillable was the catalyst for awakening high-tier skills tied to death itself.
“Just ordinary metal taste.”
How long it had been preserved, he couldn’t say—but it wouldn’t decay, he was sure of that. Then—
[Trait: Strong Bone is beginning fusion with ‘???’.]
“…!”
Jeong Hyeon-su began to writhe.
Even he, veteran of countless trials, found the agony that flooded through him nearly unbearable.
His blood felt as though it were boiling. Every inch of his body burned.
His Magical Power itself seemed poised to reverse course.
The elevated body temperature muddled his mind, yet Jeong Hyeon-su clung to the thread of consciousness.
Someone had consumed the Unkillable Demon’s Condensed Flesh before, but he’d gathered scant detail.
Only that it granted formidable regeneration alongside other abilities. The process of obtaining that power had been omitted from the account, so whether this was a side effect or a necessary stage, he couldn’t be certain.
‘It’s my body.’
Jeong Hyeon-su began to forcibly suppress the Unkillable’s wild, enigmatic force.
The Tyrant King Qi, source of the Heavenly Tyrant Returning King Technique, shattered the inexorable energy that rose to overwhelm him.
Before the formidable power of the Tyrant, the Unkillable’s aura seemed to falter.
For a moment.
Then—whoosh!
The instant he withdrew the Heavenly Tyrant Returning King Technique, it surged back to life.
‘So that’s why they call it Unkillable?’
If he let it be, it would consume him entirely.
This time, he tried using Harmonious Heaven Qi to guide it gently.
Harmonious Heaven Qi was the safest, harmonizing naturally with almost any force. And yet it didn’t clash with the Unkillable’s aura—
‘It won’t fuse.’
Jeong Hyeon-su’s thoughts turned naturally to another method.
‘The Immortal Destroyer Divine Art…….’
He hadn’t foreseen it would come to this from the start.
The problem was that Jeong Hyeon-su didn’t know the incantation for the Immortal Destroyer Divine Art.
He’d come here to train, so short of an emergency, there was only one way to get Jeong Cheol to find him—
One way alone.
* * *
As the sun began to set, Jeong Cheol stood before the dinner table.
“Where’s Hyeon-su?”
“Locked himself in the Training Chamber. Won’t come out.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing.”
Since his son had begun to change his ways, whenever there was no schedule, he’d at least join them for evening dinner. That was his habit.
And now, on the first dinner after returning from ventures of considerable magnitude, the boy was nowhere to be found.
“Maybe he’s just holed up using training as an excuse, trying to dodge a lecture…….”
That would have been certain before.
“Or maybe he’s tearing open the prize he won…….”
“Do you know what he brought back?”
“A piece of flesh from some Demon Beast called the Unkillable, apparently. I can’t fathom why he’d accept something like that as a prize.”
Jeong Cheol’s brows twitched.
“The Unkillable?”
“That’s what they said.”
It was a Demon Beast name he’d never heard before. Yet something occurred to him.
‘The Unkillable… could it be…….’
Jeong Cheol turned at once. Behind him, he heard Jeong Hyeon-a grumbling that she’d come to call them both to eat, her complaints trailing into distance. But that mattered little now.
Beep-beep!
He pressed the Training Chamber’s intercom button, but no answer came from within.
“Father, I’m going in.”
Using the master key granted only to the guild master and administrator, Jeong Cheol opened the door to the private Training Chamber, and there he was.
Jeong Hyeon-su, wreathed in roiling black Magical Power. The sight was anything but ordinary, and Jeong Cheol immediately cast a mana-infused voice toward him.
— Nod if you can hear me.
But then—
“You’re here early, sir.”
Despite appearing to be in an urgent state, Jeong Hyeon-su opened his mouth to speak?
Normally, when one handled mana with such focus, even a momentary lapse of concentration could result in catastrophic consequences.
“What’s going on?”
“As you can see, things are rather pressing.”
……
“I managed to get past the immediate danger, but that’s not the problem. The real issue is what comes next. This thing refuses to die—it just keeps standing firm and crawling forward.”
Jeong Hyeon-su immediately activated the Heavenly Tyrant Returning King Technique. Jeong Cheol could feel the flux shifting moment by moment.
The technique had matured, approaching its tenth star—its terrible power was immense—but after being crushed beneath that force,
black Magical Power sprouted anew from what looked like ruins.
“Focus. I’ll recite the incantation for you. But there’s one thing you must keep in mind.”
“I’m listening.”
“The Immortal Destroyer Divine Art is a power even I have not awakened.”
It exists only as transmitted incantation—a martial art among the Five Great Divine Arts that no one save the first Garam Guild master has ever manifested.
“My primary concern is your life.”
Jeong Hyeon-su’s lips quirked upward slightly.
“This could go very badly if I don’t do it right.”
The implication in Jeong Cheol’s words was clear: if complications arose, he would sever Jeong Hyeon-su’s mana circuits if it meant saving his life.
“Stop talking nonsense and concentrate.”
The incantation of the Immortal Destroyer Divine Art, transmitted only by direct transmission across generations, now flowed to Jeong Hyeon-su.
Yet the heart with which it was transmitted had changed.
What had once been a wish for the power to manifest anew in a child’s generation became a wish for it to be the catalyst for overcoming this crisis.
Bones tighten and blood grows still,
Still blood stirs the flesh,
Stirring flesh sets strength in motion.
When sinews move, the spirit does not scatter,
When the spirit does not scatter, the form does not perish.
Jeong Hyeon-su sensed the profound meaning: consciousness, body, mind, vital energy, and spirit must be bound into a single cycle.
‘The flow of Magical Power had to be adjusted accordingly.’
Round and round, returning at last to All Rivers Return to Source. Encountering this principle for the first time, Jeong Hyeon-su grasped the very foundation of what the martial art sought and began to reconstruct the flow.
It was neither submission nor harmony.
Not the typical circulation followed by refinement and release of Magical Power,
But a cycle of recirculation within focus itself.
This was the result of all the various scenarios Jeong Hyeon-su had tested with his own body while waiting for Jeong Cheol.
Whether it was truly correct could only be known through direct confrontation.
Whoosh.
As he deployed his Magical Power as planned, the surging force of the Unkillable receded.
But only that far.
The system notification did not signal that the Immortal Destroyer Divine Art had been learned.
[Trait: Strong Bone (Fusing)]
Jeong Hyeon-su opened his eyes after checking only the changed portions of his status window.
“How is it?”
“The energy has subsided, but it doesn’t seem to be obeying my will.”
“Be careful. Report immediately if anything happens.”
This was a power that had lain dormant until now, and Jeong Cheol’s concern for Jeong Hyeon-su—who now walked a path for which no one could verify its correctness—was evident in his words.
Thus Jeong Hyeon-su swallowed his last remark.
‘It seems I’ll need to nearly die in the process……’
When Jeong Hyeon-su considered what the Immortal Destroyer Divine Art truly sought, his intuition whispered that this would indeed be the case.
“Eat something.”
“Yes.”
As he walked beside Jeong Cheol, Jeong Hyeon-su was calculating where exactly he would need to die halfway through.
* * *
The next morning, the Garam Guild received a visitor.
“Deputy Commander of Hunter Night, Seon-u Yong-nam.”
The arrival of Seon-u Yong-nam, an executive recognized even by the Hunter Association. He presented his credentials and moved to enter the Garam Guild directly, but—
Boom!
A figure dropped from above, landing before Seon-u Yong-nam.
“Found you.”
At the words of Jeong Hyeon-su, who now blocked his path, the faintest tremor crossed Seon-u Yong-nam’s lips.
Jeong Hyeon-su regarded him with unmoved composure.
‘I won’t let someone like you set foot in Garam. Not even once.’
That Seon-u Hyeon’s closest aide had ever crossed Garam’s threshold at all was one regret too many from a past life.
“We should leave. I was ignorant yesterday and didn’t know better, but I’ve since learned that the Guild Master is terribly busy.”
“Enough.”
Seon-u Yong-nam glared at Jeong Hyeon-su as he spoke.
“From the moment I register with Hunter Night and receive my evaluation, my manner of speech becomes formal. Understood?”
“Understood, sir.”
‘Can’t I at least humor him this once.’
At that same moment, a magic circle materialized beneath Jeong Hyeon-su’s feet.
“Then, Junior, let’s hope we meet again alive.”
Seon-u Yong-nam’s sneer trailed off.
Whoosh!
Jeong Hyeon-su vanished, and in his place, another man materialized before Seon-u Yong-nam.
“This is the first time we’ve met like this. I am Seon-u Yong-nam.”
“Jeong Cheol.”
“Hah. The Association Chairman is always singing Garam’s praises, I must say.”
At those words, Gwon Gang-pal felt a surge of bitterness rise within him.
‘Always just talk, these people…!’
Curses rose to his throat, but Gwon Gang-pal forced them down.
“Since he is still a minor under the law, I felt I should inform his guardian. For the sake of assessing his suitability for Hunter Night, we would like to observe his discipline. I’m certain you understand how vital the Association’s elite are, Guild Master.”
In short, they were sending the boy to his death.
“Ah, pray understand—the Association will spare no effort to ensure your son’s safety.”
But the answer that would likely come back was that they had done their utmost, and regrettably, the outcome was this.
Yet Jeong Cheol’s expression remained unshaken.
“I, too, always spare no effort to ensure my guild members’ safety.”
“Ah, who could fail to see Garam’s deep bonds? However, this is an Association event, and it is with your son’s consent, do remember.”
To which Jeong Cheol replied,
“Then I shall exercise my own rights.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Vice Chairman should do what a Vice Chairman does. I, likewise, will fulfill my duties.”
Watching Jeong Cheol refuse to yield, Seon-u Yong-nam harbored an inward smirk.
‘As if you lot could do anything about it.’
After all, this was merely a gathering of martial artists whose brains were as muscular as their bodies—men incapable of even discovering where Jeong Hyeon-su had been sent.
And if they did discover it, what pursuit could they possibly mount? It was then—
“…!”
Seon-u Yong-nam spotted a magic circle materializing in the empty air above.
“There you are, Chairman Jeong.”
A gentleman in a bowler hat descended lightly from the magic circle.
“Welcome.”
“Well, no matter how busy, one must fulfill one’s obligations.”
Ji Sang-wook offered his regards to Jeong Cheol before extending his hand in greeting to Gwon Gang-pal.
“Vice Guild Master, your mother is still in good health?”
“She passed away two years ago.”
“Oh, dear me. I quite forgot and never paid my respects. I’ll have to reorganize my secretarial staff….”
“You attended the funeral.”
“I… did?”
“Yes.”
At that, Ji Sang-wook burst into hearty laughter.
“Ah-ha! Now I remember. That was in autumn, wasn’t it?”
“It was spring.”
“Ah, so it was.”
He then gazed up at Garam’s headquarters building, made various observations, and only then turned to look behind him.
“Hm? Who’s this? Isn’t this Yong-nam from Yoream?”
The expression of Seon-u Yong-nam, who had been a junior at Yoream’s School of Sorcery, suddenly hardened.
More than Ji Sang-wook’s blatant disregard, it was the manner in which he was openly announcing that Hanwool and Garam had joined hands that rattled him.
To be continued in the next chapter ▶
The Monopolizing Return to Godhood
Author
Cheon Ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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