The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49. Tit for Tat (4)
“Start with Oer’s report.”
[After four days of combat, the AMP now has only one shot left. It broadcasts with a chuckle.]
Jeong Hyun-su nodded as the message reached him through the Sacred Place’s system.
Four times they’d annihilated the Guild’s Cheoksal-jo and battle mages—more than a fair return on the investment.
And the real prize was Jeong Su-jin’s recruitment. The operation was moving toward success.
“Progress on the blueprint restoration?”
[Over 90%. It’s the product of a great civilization, so the construction speed is remarkable, it says with a snicker.]
[Oer standing nearby asks the master when they’ll go to liberate the orc.]
Jeong Hyun-su felt a flicker of surprise at the Sacred Place’s indirect message.
Humanity would begin mass-producing AMPs about ten years from now. Many mages had suffered brutally in that era.
Of course, those brutalized mages had stood against the Guild, but
in the public eye, it was Seon-woo Hyun who became legendary—the one who rallied the banner calling for an end to the hatred and slaughter of mages.
Jeong Hyun-su was already surpassing Seon-woo Hyun in raw force, and the gap in personal cultivation was narrowing.
Yet there was still distance to cover. The Guild’s power remained formidable, and Jeong Hyun-su’s understanding was still incomplete.
The Hyun-cheon Gwi-won Gong, the Cheongyeong Man-sang Gong, and the Cheonpae Gwiwang Mu had all broken through the tenth rank.
‘But the sovereign who governs both Hyun-cheon and Cheongyeong, like the Cheonpae Gwiwang Mu, remains silent.’
Should he climb the tower higher?
Probably. But there was still unfinished business.
‘To make Jeong Su-jin a true ally, I must bring her brother as well.’
It was obvious. Before anything else—before even winning her complete loyalty—Jeong Hyun-su himself was someone who’d lost family.
In his previous life, he’d learned the meaning of cherishing loved ones only in the moment of losing them all. But Jeong Su-jin’s case was different.
She already devoted herself to her brother. If he failed here and she lost him, no one could predict how she would change.
‘And Kang Hyun-woo will die here too.’
A barbarian coveting Garam.
Guild or Kang Hyun-woo—it made no difference. Both would die here. Kill all the barbarians and it amounts to the same thing: tit for tat.
Waiting for that night when all must perish, Jeong Hyun-su honed his mana like a sharpened dagger, checking his body’s readiness.
* * *
Far in the distance, neon signs cast their light high into the night sky of Las Vegas.
The desert surrounding the city of pleasure and indulgence offered nothing but desolate dust winds, the golden breeze rendered meaningless.
Crunch!
A sharp dagger plunged into the heart of a man with his back turned to the glittering city in the distance.
Black, clotted blood sprayed from his mouth.
Splat!
His head burst apart, and the man gripping the shattered skull licked the blood smeared around his mouth with his tongue.
“Bland.”
The man’s face was a tapestry of scars.
Especially the deep gash running up from the corner of his left mouth seemed to tell the story of how brutal his life had been.
The traces of that harshness were evident everywhere. Sand dunes had been scattered in every direction, and within them lay pools of blood and torn corpses.
— Marshall, is the mission complete?
A voice came through the artifact lodged in his right ear.
“Yeah, just now.”
— Faster than expected. Still, you’re supposed to be Red Rank.
“Red Rank, my ass. The guy just got promoted. I don’t even know why they gave him that rank.”
The crushed skull of the wanted criminal, no longer recognizable, burned brightly.
“So what’s this about?”
— Obviously another assignment.
“An assignment? What kind?”
— Jeong Su-jin has fled, Marshall.
Marshall—codename of the Cheoksal-jo.
His expression shifted with interest, the kind for which he was infamous within the Cheoksal-jo for his savagery.
“Huh? The Chairman’s disciple? Wasn’t she supposed to be completely immobilized?”
Marshall’s face brimmed with curiosity.
— She seems to have made contact with some unknown force.
“So I just catch and kill her?”
— No. Jeong Su-jin has a younger sibling. The moment you pinpoint their location, depart and exterminate them.
“Ah, that’s a letdown. Not the Chairman’s disciple but the disciple’s sibling? Just a civilian?”
— It’s an order, Marshall.
“Come on, at least give me an order that sounds like an order!”
— Depending on circumstances, Jeong Su-jin will come too. Will that satisfy you?
“Looking for a place to die, are we? Just to save your little brother? Khahahaha! Now that sounds like fun!”
Marshall’s body trembled as interest rekindled within him.
The moonlight, fading by degrees, offered only silence in return.
* * *
Ordinarily, Kang Hyun-woo should have returned to Garam with Jeong Hyun-su first.
“We’ve located Jeong Un-chan’s whereabouts.”
Jeong Hyun-su’s eyes opened as he finished his Mana Accumulation.
“You could’ve knocked before barging in.”
“The matter is pressing.”
No matter how close the bond, it was taboo and rude to burst into a training chamber during Mana Accumulation.
Depending on circumstances, drawing a blade would be entirely justified.
Kang Hyun-woo couldn’t possibly be unaware of this. Yet he did so anyway—clearly to see with his own eyes the stability of the Cheonpae Gwiwang Mu.
“My apologies. I didn’t realize you’d been cultivating mana since morning.”
As he glanced at Jeong Hyun-su, he detected no particular discomfort.
Kang Hyun-woo suddenly ran his tongue across his lips. His throat was parched. He buried his longing—a hunger to seize it within a single day—beneath a careful smile.
‘What freakish thing was he born with?’
Recent talk of sacred nature notwithstanding, Kang Hyun-woo had observed Jeong Hyun-su from his side for over a decade.
His assessment was clear.
Jeong Hyun-su’s recent soaring was ultimately the doing of the Cheonpae Gwiwang Mu and the blood of that Jeong clan.
‘Without the Cheonpae Gwiwang Mu, the bastard would be nothing…….’
“Who’s Jeong Un-chan?”
“The runaway Guild Master’s disciple I mentioned before—Jeong Su-jin’s brother.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
His listless indifference grated from the start.
“You said we’d go together, so what are you doing now?”
“Didn’t think we’d move this fast. Let’s finish it quickly.”
Kang Hyun-woo had pondered it countless times a day—would it not be simpler to kidnap him, torture him, and extract the incantation by force?
But he held back. The boy hadn’t yet received the complete transmission of the Cheonpae Gwiwang Mu.
“Right. If we’re aiming for bigger waters, we need to move fast when it’s time to move.”
“Obviously. Why would I linger in this speck of a country? White women are prettier and slimmer anyway.”
“Restrain yourself until we’ve taken Hanul.”
“I’ll handle it, uncle.”
Kang Hyun-woo’s footsteps, which had been following behind Jeong Hyun-su, suddenly halted.
[Chae Mu-hyun]
“What’s wrong, uncle?”
“Oh, never mind. Let’s go.”
The hour of the great undertaking drew ever nearer.
* * *
Jeong Su-jin was moving separately.
Jeong Hyun-su didn’t even trust the defeat of Blood Lineage Tracking.
His plan was for Jeong Su-jin to go directly to Jeong Un-chan, draw the Cheoksal-jo in pursuit of that trail, and annihilate them.
‘Garam’s sacred nature…….’
In this deeply unsettling present, it was the most peculiar presence.
It had appeared abruptly, claiming to offer aid. But what that aid entailed…….
“Killing the Guild’s Knights?”
Anyone hearing this would dismiss it as the ravings of a madman.
Yet she had witnessed it with her own eyes.
‘The crazy bastard. Using AMP.’
He bore the title of heir to one of Korea’s top ten Guilds.
Not the leader of a criminal syndicate, not even of some massive organization classified as black-tier, but a legitimate Guild heir who was supposed to act with public decorum—
and he distributed AMP, forbidden by the Association itself, dealt it out to Association Knights, and killed them.
What kind of lunatic was he?
She couldn’t trust it. Yet somehow, she found herself following along.
When he spoke of family, a strange emotion emerged without hiding.
It wasn’t mere pity born of her circumstances, nor the shallow compassion of simple sympathy.
It felt first and foremost like something, yet also like something else entirely…….
That confusion reflected itself like a window to the outside. Tousled hair. And beyond the bangs that fell across her face, the countenance of a boy became visible.
Unfamiliar.
“Un… chan…….”
Yet familiar. Longed for. Her chest grew tight with yearning.
“…Sister?”
The boy’s eyes trembled as well.
A reunion after how many years? This boy whom she’d only heard from occasionally, knowing him alive by voice alone.
“Un-chan…!”
“Don’t come, sister…!”
Jeong Un-chan stepped forward to block Jeong Su-jin’s approach. His expression seemed strained somehow.
Beneath the shadow that had swallowed the moon, the boy opened his mouth.
“Go back.”
Why on earth would he say such a thing?
“You can’t come here, sister.”
His voice was dark.
In his eyes, flickering with pale white luminescence, a keen, vibrant force dwelt.
Was this Seon-woo Hyun’s doing?
‘No… that’s not mana.’
It was a different, unprecedented power.
“A death we could never endure…”
Just as blood began trickling from his nose.
“Interesting fellow. Sacred Power, you say? Did you see the future?”
A thick, gravelly voice descended from the night sky.
Jeong Su-jin felt her skin prickle with a sudden chill.
“This isn’t where I’m meant to die, it seems.”
How gracious of him.
A scarred man who had spoken in a slow, drawling tone turned to look at Jeong Su-jin and grinned wickedly.
“If you’d broken free, you should’ve vanished without a backward glance. Yet here you are—how kind of you to show up.”
The scar rising from the corner of his mouth twisted into a vicious smile.
Jeong Su-jin watched Jeong Un-chan convulsing on the ground.
‘He’s not my real opponent.’
But she would save her brother at any cost.
“Care to try?”
The man—Marshall—laughed at the sight of formless mana gathering around them.
“Let’s see for ourselves. How does the talent the Guild Master cherishes taste?”
Whoosh!
Marshall shot toward her.
A killer composing the Cheoksal-jo alongside Fallak.
The mastery of augmentation magic reinforcing his body was evident at a glance.
Was he fighting like a martial artist?
Jeong Su-jin traced a trajectory and compressed a shield.
Boom!
“…!”
What looked like a straightforward punch erupted into a fireball from his palm.
“Krhrhrhh!”
Elemental Magic too—utterly proficient. This was no novice’s work.
A specialist who fought within the bounds necessary to annihilate his opponent.
His appearance deceived. In combat calculation, he embodied a coldly precise mage at his core.
“Definitely talented, aren’t you?”
Jeong Su-jin compressed the mana and traced its trajectory backward, calculating where it would detonate.
One.
The spell’s output plummeted.
“…!”
“Still too green. No experience.”
Using Mimicry Magic to push speed to its absolute limit, Marshall blinked past Jeong Su-jin like a phantom, his expression already losing interest.
“So you might as well die.”
Just as the black sphere in his palm seemed to deliver oblivion.
Crash!
Something shot across from the opposite side and struck Marshall hard.
It was Jeong Hyun-su.
Not the Hyun-cheon Gwi-won Gong, but the Cheonpae Gwiwang Mu, activated with the Reverse Fa-san Ki-gae-se layered at the vanguard—a head-on clash of raw power.
“A troublesome one’s arrived.”
Then Kang Hyun-woo landed as well.
The building where Marshall had been knocked flying exploded in ruins.
Marshall emerged through the swirling dust.
“What is it? Why are you here… Oh, Kang Hyun-woo?”
“If it means being of use to the Guild Master, I trust you can understand.”
“Shut it. I have no official orders for the likes of you.”
The fact that he’d dug through the back channels to find his way here was already a problem in itself.
“That’s nothing—it’ll all come out when I stomp on it. In any case, I’m advancing my rank this time. The merit I’ll accumulate is enormous.”
Kang Hyun-woo of Garam, Jeong Hyun-su—their presence in this place pointed to one thing and one thing only.
“What are you saying, you fool bound for death.”
The dead have no voice.
The victor takes all.
Boom!
Continued in the next chapter ▶
The Returning Martial God Who Takes All
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Cheon-ya
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