The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 45

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Episode 45. The Expert (5)
A sprawling research chamber stacked high with thousands upon thousands of papers inscribed in the language of magic.
The dust accumulated on expensive magical research apparatus set in one corner created a jarring contrast with the rest of the space.
Jung Su-jin stood at the center of that laboratory, laboring under tremendous stress.
“Damn bastard…”
A string of curses no one would have expected to spill from the lips of a genius mage with a mystique carefully cultivated in public.
“Seon Woo-hyeon, you miserable son of a bitch…”
Her target was none other than the Association Chairman, Seon Woo-hyeon.
Officially master and student, but the light burning in Jung Su-jin’s eyes as she thought of Seon Woo-hyeon blazed with pure contempt—then a voice cut through the air.
“Yeah, he’d deserve death this very instant.”
The unexpected agreement startled Jung Su-jin badly.
“Who’s there!”
“Easy—lower the spell?”
“Lower it? Identify yourself or die.”
“Jung Hyeon-su.”
“Shin-seong?”
Jung Su-jin tilted her head, puzzled.
But studying his face more carefully, she recognized him—the rookie who’d been appearing frequently in the press of late.
“Here for an Association tour? Then leave. This isn’t a place for you.”
“It is. Because I’m going to free you from the shackles Seon Woo-hyeon has locked you in.”
“What?”
“I have your family secured, Jung Su-jin.”
Instantly, a terrible killing intent radiated from Jung Su-jin’s body.
“When did you become the Association Chairman’s lapdog, Shin-seong?”
“…?”
“Tell that bastard Seon Woo-hyeon: I’m done falling for his tests. Stop. Get out of here, you wretch. You’re naive and already sucking up to Seon Woo-hyeon like the fool you are—I can see exactly where your future’s headed.”
Jung Su-jin’s face churned with conflicted emotions.
Among them was loathing, but not directed at Jung Hyeon-su—rather, it was self-hatred born from regret at having once walked the very same path.
She too had been spotlighted as a promising prodigy, and the Association Chairman had extended his hand.
“And now you’re trapped here, churning out research he wants, living a life he dictates. Isn’t that right?”
“Knock it off. It won’t work.”
Seon Woo-hyeon is relentless.
His climb to Chairman rested partly on his accomplishments as a hunter, but also on sordid political machinations where he’d stop at nothing to achieve his ends.
He’d sent his agents to approach Jung Su-jin like this more than once before, extending his hand as if in recruitment only to betray her.
“Don’t worry—I have no interest in persuading you.”
“You think you can try, with just you?”
Jung Su-jin laughed bitterly.
The Chairman was showering this one with promises—next chair, his disciples—and the kid was clearly giddy with it all, oblivious to the world.
Jung Su-jin channeled her frustration, hot and mounting, into her incantation.
‘As expected.’
The density of rising mana, the speed of spell completion—both extraordinary.
A century’s genius, talents the Association Chairman both feared and coveted.
If such a person survived to the end, deepening in mastery, they would surely prove invaluable when the apocalypse came.
Of course, it hardly mattered.
Jung Hyeon-su had more than one weapon to deal with this mage effectively.
For instance…
— Big sister!
The searing fireball, moments from completion, wavered and dispersed.
“Su-chan? Jung Su-chan! What’s happening?”
— These uncles found me and said they’d let me see you if I showed my face first!
The smartphone held in Jung Hyeon-su’s palm—the young boy visible on its screen caused Jung Su-jin’s pupils to tremble.
She turned to face Jung Hyeon-su, teeth gritted.
“You filthy… bastards! I told you! I said I’d finish it! But I said there were still parts to refine!”
“You can take your time reviewing those and complete it properly, Jung Su-jin.”
Jung Su-jin couldn’t make sense of what was happening now.
“Let’s get out of here. And then we’ll deal with Seon Woo-hyeon together.”
No matter how sharp her mind, after being deceived so many times and worn down by coercion, her mental state made everything harder.
“Would you like me to swear a mana oath? But what’s the point? Seon Woo-hyeon is the type who’d deceive his own subordinates, bind them with an oath, then have them killed.”
Of everything else, Jung Hyeon-su’s words at least rang with truth.
The real Seon Woo-hyeon—a truth so buried that no one would believe her, known only to those who had lived it…
“Remember this. If you betray me, I’ll kill you without hesitation.”
“I won’t lay a finger on your family — you can rest assured of that, you gentleman. Or should I say lady?”
“Shut your mouth. So what are you going to do about it?”
“Escape now. Head north to North Paris. Insert this and follow whatever voice comes through it.”
Jung Hyeon-su tossed the Echo Room Pendant directly to Jung Su-jin.
“Step back.”
And immediately, he drew upon the Cheon-pae Gwi-wang Mu.
A Grand Mage’s barrier designed to block Jung Su-jin’s escape.
But since it was specialized in magic, it was fatally vulnerable to physical impact in return.
On top of that, when he wove in the Hyeon-cheon Gwi-won Gong, the barrier that had severed Jung Su-jin from the world crumbled in an instant.
Crash!
At how absurdly simple the result was, Jung Su-jin’s expression went slack for a moment.
But she understood. Escape alone would never be enough.
“Next comes using your brother to collar the enemies who come seeking hostages, Jung Su-jin.”
“What’s with switching between formal and informal speech?”
“We’ll see in a moment.”
“Remember — if you deceive me, there’s a price to pay.”
The genius mage with the gruff voice, blackmailed through her family and therefore never one to invoke someone else’s kin, dove straight through the opening Jung Hyeon-su had created.
Wee-woo! Wee-woo!
Waah-waah-waah-waah-waah!
As deafening alarms shrieked without pause, Jung Hyeon-su also returned the way he’d come, disabling the magical surveillance devices around him with the Hyeon-cheon Gwi-won Gong.
The pride of arcane engineering that refrained from using electronic devices — it proved utterly powerless against the skill of a single bloodline, or rather, a single person.
* * *
Seon Woo-yong-nam, vice-commander of the Association Knights, brought his fist down on the table with fury burning across his face.
Bang!
“How in the world were you standing guard?”
His expression as he stared at the gaping hole in the wall was filled with nothing but rage.
“My sincerest apologies.”
The security officer in charge of the Magic Tower built in the Paris branch bowed his head.
“Do you think I put you in that position to hear apologies?”
Even if it wasn’t unprecedented, if word got out, it would damage the Association’s reputation beyond repair.
The internal security network had been breached.
“Who is the intruder?”
“That is… well…”
“Spit it out!”
“We’re unsure what ability he possesses, but all magical surveillance devices along his path have ceased functioning…”
Seon Woo-yong-nam’s eyes widened in shock.
“You’re saying he’s proficient in magic?”
The neutralization of magical devices within the Association meant, by any standard of magical knowledge, that he could reverse-engineer their entire design.
“…Could it be Lucas Merblang?”
The name that left Seon Woo-yong-nam’s lips was none other than the Dispel Prince, a black-listed fugitive.
A master of magical dispelling and a Mage Killer who was nothing short of a nightmare to mages — a mad Grand Mage.
At the mention of one of only seven Grand Mages in the world, the Battle Mages nearby flinched.
“We’re still… investigating.”
Within mere seconds, the magical detection devices had been switched off one after another.
Such computational speed would be worthy of being called a Specialist, so there was no choice but to assume he belonged to the top tier worldwide.
“What of the operation set to begin soon?”
“You mean the one with Garam’s brat?”
Balak’s question and Seon Woo-yong-nam’s response both made it clear they did not regard Jung Hyeon-su as the true culprit.
It was a collaborative work created by the Dark King’s experience and skill, supported from afar by the Blood-Linked Branch commander securing vision and providing cover.
Seon Woo-yong-nam suspected that what Jung Hyeon-su had concealed from Coatl Zair was a variant of the Gwi-sik Dae-beop.
He’d heard that the Hyeon-cheon Gwi-won Gong, one of the Five Kings Techniques, was a threat to mages,
but Garam had maintained a clean record precisely because he’d focused exclusively on preventing Dungeon Breaks without using force against other hunters.
“Proceed with the operation as planned, Balak. But understand — failure is not an option.”
“Understood.”
Balak immediately summoned Sierra and Jung Hyeon-su.
Coordination with the Association’s magical mobile strike force was already complete.
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Jeon Jung-guk, the blue-listed fugitive sought by the Association, pushed his battered body upright.
His vision, which had been scattered and layered, came together into focus.
Rip.
After a night together and still half-drunk on sedatives, the blonde woman’s backside received a series of pats from Jeon Jung-guk, who immediately went searching for a cigarette.
Flick.
He lit one with a lighter made from magical flint, then gulped down water to combat the searing thirst.
He glanced at his watch. Five in the evening.
“The mafia bastards will be showing up soon. Stefan!”
A bald, heavily-built man came tumbling through the door with a crash.
“Y-yes, boss. Did you c-call for me?”
“Bring the payment we’re disbursing today.”
“Yes, sir!”
By this evening, Jeon Jung-guk would expand the foundation of his enterprise.
“And set the table for dinner!”
“Yes! I’ll prepare that carbonara the Italians go crazy for—wait! Right away!”
“You idiot, that’s not it.”
“…?”
“Beef Bourguignon. Get your head straight.”
“Oh, yes, sir!”
If he could distribute high-quality southern European narcotics, how much money could he make?
With that, he could buy whatever he needed on the black market, build his strength, develop a proper organization, and eventually become a wanted criminal in earnest.
His subordinates soon brought him the Magical Stones from the Subspace Pouch, and Jeon Jung-guk began inspecting them personally.
“So, friend. Ready?”
“Ready to become brothers, you mean?”
Toward the white man in a suit entering the hideout, Jeon Jung-guk spread his arms wide.
“Your sense of humor has grown while we’ve been apart, brother.”
“Come on, let’s eat first. Stefan!”
The food arrived moments later.
“Jon, what is this?”
Jeon Jung-guk, called Jon instead of by the Jeon pronunciation, pointed at the pizza.
“It’s pizza, the kind you love. Add pineapple on top and it tastes incredible.”
“…This is pizza? You should be in prison.”
“I’ll go if I get caught. But that won’t happen, brother. If the pizza doesn’t suit you, try the pasta instead. I had carbonara prepared.”
The mafioso, who had grimaced at the Hawaiian pizza, removed his sunglasses.
“Ma che cazzo è questa merda cremosa?!”
“What did you say?”
“Ah… I mean, what the hell is this creamy crap?”
“It’s carbonara.”
“What kind of carbonara is this, you maniac!”
Watching the mafioso’s face redden, Jeon Jung-guk shrugged and tried a bit with his fingertip.
“Tastes fine to me. If you’re picky, eat the meat.”
Stefan uncovered the dish he had brought. The mafioso immediately drew a gun.
“You bastard! You dare serve me French cuisine?”
Italy and France had terrible relations. After the successive insults, Jeon Jung-guk raised his hand.
“What’s the problem?”
“You don’t know? I’m not letting anyone mock me here!”
Meeting with an Italian mafia organization, and what does he serve—Hawaiian pizza and creamy carbonara.
And French food as the main course on top of that.
The intent to ridicule was obvious to anyone watching, and just as the mafioso was about to feel insulted—
Jeon Jung-guk hurled a dagger straight at him.
Thunk!
“Look, I’m Eastern as you can see, so I don’t know about these things. I only did what he told me to do.”
The blade lodged in Stefan’s throat. As blood trickled from the wound, Jeon Jung-guk smeared it across his fingertip like sauce and mixed it into the creamy pasta as he spoke.
“Calm down now, and let’s talk properly. This is business, after all. Business.”
To be continued ▶
The Monopolizing Regressor Martial God
Author
Cheon Ya
Publisher
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
Published by
Grae Publishing
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Published
May 26, 2026
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