The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 46

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Episode 46. Eat or Be Eaten (1)
Standing over a corpse, Jeon Jeong-guk continued negotiations with the aid of Translation Magic.
Stefan lay dead, the Translation Magic Artifact still hanging from his neck.
Watching Jeon Jeong-guk whisper into the necklace like a microphone, the mafioso bit back a curse.
‘This one’s no sanity check either.’
“The initial shipment is ten kilos. Father said to touch base again once you’ve moved it in four days.”
“Four days? One’s enough, brother.”
“My brother doesn’t leave the cream out of carbonara.”
“Oh, that fool did that on his own? Anyway, don’t sweat it. I’ve got plenty of friends eager to buy.”
“Four high-grade Mana Stones and a hundred mid-grade ones.”
“What? That’s not what we agreed to before!”
“Look, friend. Trust between us doesn’t build overnight.”
Lucid Crystal.
This illegal drug, spreading across all of Europe in recent months, had ultimately one source of supply.
The material’s owner was the patriarch of those notorious Black-listed Wanted Criminals—the Italian mafia.
Any life that had set foot in the shadow of a Wanted Criminal craved a deal with the one called Father.
It was the greatest opportunity in a life where death or capture by the Association could come at any moment.
“Then let’s build it overnight. Take it.”
Jeon Jeong-guk painted a future in his mind.
Himself reigning as the King of Night in the Underworld.
‘If I just hold on through the beginning, I’ll have both strength and power in my grip.’
This was a deal with ‘Father’—the very pivot point where his life would turn—and he would see it through no matter what.
They exchanged goods.
Thunk!
Jeon Jeong-guk immediately drew a dagger and pierced the pouch, tasting the powder inside.
“Tch. It’s genuine, at least. But second-rate?”
“You have a problem?”
“Not a problem, just making sure.”
The mafioso said nothing and examined the Mana Stones. As he ran the Mana Stone Detector over each one methodically, Jeon Jeong-guk smirked.
“How’s it look? Killer, right?”
That’s when it happened.
Jeon Jeong-guk felt a sudden, chilling wave of Mana plummeting down from above.
“Shit—”
Boom!
He was swallowed by an explosion wrought of blue flame.
Whirrrrr—
— The Association has arrived. Resist and you will be executed without trial!
Through ringing ears and warped vision, figures poured in.
Battle Mages and martial artists—opposites by nature, yet the banner that united them was enough to pull Jeon Jeong-guk to his feet.
“Ngh!”
His cheek burned.
The magical barrage had been fierce enough that even Jeon Jeong-guk, among the elite of Blue-listed Wanted Criminals, felt searing pain across the side of his face.
— Search every inch!
“Ti sei portato la coda dietro? You’ve brought a tail?”
The mafioso snarled, but the Translation Magic had shattered.
“What’s that smell coming from your mouth—rotten cheese, you bastard?”
Right now, it didn’t matter who had tailed them to the Association.
‘Damn, they brought a lot.’
But even a stray dog half-eats what it can in its own den.
Though this Safe House had been prepared for a meet, Jeon Jeong-guk—who’d been running for years—always carved out an escape route.
Jeon Jeong-guk set an ambush.
Crash-boom!
Clang!
“Aaaaaaaghhh!”
“Vi ammazzo tutti! I’ll kill you all!”
“Figli di puttana, vi sgozzo! You sons of bitches, I’ll cut your throats!”
Outside, screams from the battle between the mafiosi and Association Knights waiting in ambush never ceased.
Nocturne Sigma under ‘Father’—but the enemy had come prepared, Association Knights in force.
It was only buying time, nothing more.
The mafioso’s face, so swagger-filled until now, had turned deathly pale.
Jeon Jeong-guk laughed at the sight of the mafia.
“Hey!”
He called out instead.
Footsteps drew closer. The mafia member went pale.
Had the crazy Oriental lost his mind?
He brought a finger to his lips, urging silence, but the man only crouched like a great cat in the jungle.
Association Knights appeared moments later. Likewise, they secured their blind spots and sightlines before entry…….
Thump!
In that instant, Jeon Jeong-guk’s dagger carved open an Association Knight’s throat, and the trained, seasoned mage accompanying the fallen retaliated with area magic immediately.
“Shiiiitt!!”
The spell struck the mafia member directly. A lethal incantation from the Association’s arsenal—already prepared and sustained with overwhelming compression—detonated in a explosion.
Boom!
Jeon Jeong-guk rode the blast, launching himself in his intended direction. He hooked his arm on the escape route he’d prepared and vanished down into the Sewers.
Not a trace left behind—a desperate flight purchased with the sacrifice of his back.
“Damn those Association bastards!”
All that effort, and here the tower he’d built was crumbling.
But as long as he lived—as long as he didn’t end up in that nightmarish Association prison—there would always be another chance.
As Jeon Jeong-guk escaped through the drainage route, sporadic blasts echoed overhead,
Jeong Su-jin was tearing through the damp, fetid Sewers like a madwoman.
“Huff, huff…!”
Body Lightening Magic, Acceleration Magic, Night Eye Vision—she’d deployed every evasion technique at her disposal. But fundamentally, she was a theoretical researcher.
This career had never been her choice. Association President Seon-woo Hyun had forced it upon her to exploit her genius and steal credit for her work.
Her genius was so remarkable that Seon-woo Hyun coveted it, but when it came to practical experience and instinct—those were things he’d only studied in theory.
Reality was different.
Her body tired more quickly, and the ability to navigate unfamiliar terrain was something no amount of armchair theorizing could master.
“…Has everyone else escaped?”
Least of all did she know how to elude the Association’s expert trackers.
Erasing magical traces was one thing…….
“A pointless act that only makes things worse.”
Jeong Su-jin gritted her teeth.
Five mages had appeared from both directions. The Association’s prized Battle Mages.
“Surrender peacefully. The Association President still values your talents greatly.”
“Values me?”
Jeong Su-jin found it absurd.
He’d brought her in as a disciple, placed her under restrictions, held her family hostage, and forced her into magical research.
And every result was published with him as the primary author.
“Fuck off.”
What was the point in speaking?
She only talked to people worth reasoning with.
“You think you can stand against us?”
The Association Knight smiled mockingly.
Boom! Thud-boom!
Explosions from the mafia subjugation battle and their reverberations shook the Sewers, while waves of destructive force rippled from Jeong Su-jin’s fingertips.
She compressed a calculated spell formula in an instant.
A Vector-type Mana Vibration Projectile launched. As the directional vibrational magic hurtled toward them, the Battle Mages deployed shield barriers with practiced ease.
Then.
“…!”
Their anticipation crumbled. It wasn’t destruction—it was induced energy leakage that bent their shields.
Crack!
Jeong Su-jin unfurled a Sequential Barrier Magic. She had completely blocked the Battle Mages’ physical approach.
And that was only the beginning. The multi-layered defensive magic shields shifted their angles in succession.
Boom-boom-boom!
The Battle Mages’ counterattack, now deflected from its course, refracted and struck elsewhere entirely.
“Truly… a genius of the age.”
Her magical mastery was terrifyingly complete.
Jeong Su-jin’s talent was the real thing—not merely bending but creating actual Reflective Plasma Fragment Projectiles from the refracted energy.
Precise mana control. The keen eye for dead zones was not learned skill but inborn instinct.
Snap.
A Battle Mage’s head was severed.
Every spell was calculated, efficient—the textbook answer itself.
It was the moment when Jeong Su-jin seemed poised to seize the advantage.
“What if it’s not magic?”
Something massive hurtled across the space toward her.
High-speed charge.
Bang!
Jeong Su-jin’s body twisted backward.
It was the entrance of a martial artist, not a mage. The relentless charge of a burly tank-type fighter struck her head-on, and her shield caved inward with the impact.
“Ugh!”
A single catastrophic blow warped her Mana Circuit.
“Magic might be perfected in theory, but practice is a different beast.”
In mage-versus-mage combat, talent could bridge the gap to real combat, but there were other variables.
This was Jeong Su-jin’s first real encounter with a martial artist—something she’d never faced in her life—and no matter how brilliant a prodigy she was, calculation and prediction became impossible.
Five Battle Mages cast support spells on the tank.
Single-target elemental destruction magic landed, tearing through the shield. It regenerated, but immediately a piercing thermal pressure torrent amplified the destructive force.
Boom!
“Damn it all!”
A curse erupted from Jeong Su-jin’s lips.
She’d expected to win, but faced with this raw, rushing melee assault, her mind felt dizzy with panic.
‘I need a piercing strike to kill instantly. Or will that even kill him? Should I sever his limbs to stop him? And if I do that, how do I handle the five mages’ spells…?’
Even in that brief moment of hesitation, her shield tore further, and wind whipped across her face.
Whoosh!
A savage punch. Given the overwhelming force, no mage’s body conditioning could withstand even one blow, and goosebumps erupted across her spine.
“I could still conduct research even with a broken arm or leg.”
Despair washed over Jeong Su-jin.
Was this the end?
Captured again, forced into research as a crippled invalid.
And her younger brother?
Resentment suddenly welled up.
Why did she have to be born with such a gift…….
“Why…!”
It was at that moment of despair.
[Target identified. Deploying Mana Killer Unit 1.]
Along with a cybernetic voice devoid of all emotion, the space inside the sewers split open.
Crack!
Yet even then, the fist relentlessly pursuing Jeong Su-jin froze mid-strike.
“In real combat, a mage’s essence is their response to close-range engagement. Remember this: a mage must seize control of distance.”
“…….”
Jeong Su-jin stared at the man who had suddenly appeared and seized the tank’s wrist.
“Who are you…….”
“Doesn’t matter. You scum of the Cheogsaljo.”
The Cheogsaljo was nothing more than Seon-woo Hyun’s instrument of violence.
From Jeong Hyun-su’s body, the killing intent he’d held back all this time burst forth.
Crash!
Immediately after, Sael’s AMP was deployed, devouring the Battle Mages’ Mana.
“Shall we begin?”
The Mana the mages relied upon froze. Jeong Hyun-su immediately drew forth the Cheonpae Gwiwang-mu and unleashed a killing blow.
Boom!
Hot blood painted the air.
Continued in next chapter ▶
The Sole Inheritor of the Regression Martial God
Author
Cheon Ya
Publisher
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
Publishing House
Grae Publishing
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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