The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 5

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Episode 5. Setting Things Straight (4)
There are two kinds of skills.
One is acquired through Scrolls obtained as rewards from Gates or tower climbing, and another is learned by refining those acquired techniques through Incantation.
Through this refinement, combat techniques grew stronger and more refined—the hallmark of the Top Ten Guilds—and Songgwang Guild was renowned for its formidable Gwon Gak-sul.
Thump!
A fighting spirit ready to explode at any moment seized the hideout.
It was the presence created by Cheon-gwon Yeolpa Sim-gyeol, the signature technique of Chae Seung-jin, master of Songgwang Guild.
Born as a Skill and arriving in an Awakener’s world, the level of technique now called Martial Art—like in old wuxia novels—could certainly be deemed formidable.
One could say without exaggeration that it was Chae Seung-jin’s mastery of the Yeolpa-gi technique, the very foundation upon which today’s Songgwang Guild was built, that proved his genuine talent.
Whoosh!
Chae Seung-jin’s fist tore through the empty air and shot toward Jung Hyun-su.
‘The old master’s teachings run deep in him.’
His character was contemptible and crude, but at least he hadn’t cut corners in learning Martial Art so far.
He was capable enough to leap directly into actual combat and hold his own in a Gate raid.
With the confidence born of this conviction, Chae Seung-jin threw his fist forward, his voice ringing out with pride.
“Drop to your knees and beg. If you do, I’ll show mercy—I won’t shake all of Garam…wait?”
Chae Seung-jin’s eyes widened as Jung Hyun-su suddenly materialized inches from his face.
In a moment that demanded evasion or defense, Jung Hyun-su had instead burrowed inward instead.
A subtle, featherlight sensation brushed his fingertips—he’d redirected Chae Seung-jin’s punch like wind just before impact struck his cheekbone.
Chae Seung-jin’s left fist shot upward reflexively.
It was a counter like an uppercut.
Whoosh!
The power behind the sharp, abbreviated strike was vicious.
A follow-up born from instinct. Certainly not bad.
Jung Hyun-su brought his elbow down in a sharp arc.
Garam was a guild that wielded swords.
‘Damn fool.’
For this wretch to dare face Songgwang’s heir in bare-knuckled combat?
Chae Seung-jin had recently shattered a Stone Golem—rumored to be rock-hard—with a single punch.
In the instant before a head-on collision erupted, he expected victory.
Whip!
‘What?’
Jung Hyun-su’s elbow twisted sideways.
The harmonious direction that Hwan-cheon Jin-gi prided itself on. For one who had reached the Tenth Star level, such a sudden change of angle was absurdly simple to execute—even with an untrained body.
Jung Hyun-su’s elbow crashed directly into Chae Seung-jin’s cheekbone.
Crack!
“Agh!”
Chae Seung-jin shrieked and staggered.
The power circulating through his entire body fractured. More than that—he felt lava boiling in his face, a searing pain.
As a result, Chae Seung-jin’s punch went wildly wide and…
Pop!
“Uck, uck…?”
A sound came from his shoulder joint—one that should never be heard—followed by agony flooding through him.
“My, my shoulder…?”
His shoulder, most precious to one who wielded Gwon Gak-sul, was grotesquely twisted.
His father had drilled flexibility into him since childhood, but his arm was now contorted in a direction no voluntary effort could achieve.
Crunch!
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Jung Hyun-su’s shin strike followed, and Chae Seung-jin tumbled across the floor.
Though he’d seen the attack coming plainly, he couldn’t react.
After the shoulder, seeing his knee joint bent outward, Chae Seung-jin’s mind went blank.
This was Yoram.
In an environment where trainees mingled and trained together, no one expected such ruthless, devastating technique.
Wasn’t the common sense that you stop after breaking a shoulder?
But this opponent was Jung Hyun-su.
One of the world’s few high-level fugitives. Furthermore, he was the Dark King who had unified the underworld itself—and he had never let a challenger go unscathed.
It was kill or be killed.
Jung Hyun-su knew all too well that mercy didn’t return as goodwill in this world.
“You, you insane bastard! During training in Yoram… to wreck my shoulder and knee like this? You’ll be expelled from Yoram…and my father won’t forgive Garam either!”
Before Chae Seung-jin could finish his vicious shrieking, Jung Hyun-su’s foot pulled back again with brutal force.
Chae Seung-jin’s eyes went wide.
Crack!
“…!”
This time he didn’t even manage a cry. Jung Hyun-su’s foot had jammed straight into his mouth.
“Gack! Ugh!”
Chae Seung-jin began to convulse.
It was because the eyes of Jung Hyun-su, who trampled him, were far too murderous.
“Didn’t you already lay a trap to strike Garam? How amusing—the one who declared war acting like this.”
Jung Hyun-su slowly withdrew his foot.
Splatter.
Broken front teeth scattered across the floor.
“You… hack….”
“If you plotted to swallow Garam, you should’ve accounted for scenarios like this. So what now? Should I wake him to ask what comes next?”
Jung Hyun-su spoke on calmly, as if reasoning with a child.
“After all, if your father’s going to retaliate against Garam anyway, it won’t matter what happens here, will it?”
Despite that measured tone, the meaning underneath was utterly chilling.
If things became irreversible with Garam, Chae Seung-jin dying here would change nothing.
“Right. That would be better. We’ve already crossed a bridge we can’t return from, so wouldn’t taking the vanguard commander’s head be the very virtue of the battlefield?”
Jung Hyun-su smiled.
His features were delicate enough to make even women weep—but matched against the moment, nothing could look more lethal.
“Besides, I never planned to share the same sky with Songgwang.”
Jung Hyun-su picked up the chair where Chae Seung-jin always sat, the seat of honor.
The memory surfaced—Chae Seung-jin sitting in that very chair, pouring out the grievances of his past life.
Recalling it, Jung Hyun-su brought the chair down.
Crash!
Those who witnessed it froze with rigid faces, and Jung Hyun-su left the hideout with perfect composure.
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Jung Hyun-a barely collected herself and followed Jung Hyun-su out.
At the end of the path she’d carved through the stream of students drawn by the commotion, Jung Hyun-su stood waiting.
“Are you insane?”
“I’m not asking you to trust me on faith. But I promise you this—I’ll handle it perfectly.”
“That’s not even—”
“I’m not running. I’ll finish what needs doing and come straight back. Just wait.”
Only one person had known the original location of the doctored footage.
Chae Seung-jin himself.
But now Jung Hyun-su knew it too. Though he wasn’t planning to retrieve the original directly.
War with Songgwang was unavoidable, and to mount a counteroffensive, Jung Hyun-su intended to mobilize the power of the underworld.
‘A simple information trade—this becomes an easy fight.’
Toppling Songgwang might be impossible, but finding a broker to handle the counterplay against the board Chae Seung-jin had laid—that was manageable.
A bustling commercial district not far from Yoram.
Jung Hyun-su stepped into a traditional Korean restaurant that occupied a corner there.
“I’m terribly sorry, but we haven’t opened yet.”
“Basic banchan, and I’ll have the braised short ribs. Beef short ribs, please. Skip the boiled pork. For the side dish, braised cutlassfish, and—”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Doenjang jjigae for the stew. And stone pot rice, naturally. For dessert, cinnamon punch.”
“Will there be others dining?”
“The moon grows lonely. I wish I had a friend here to share my musings.”
It was still broad daylight.
Yet the moment Jung Hyun-su finished speaking, the server closed every blind and locked the door.
Jung Hyun-su walked toward the most secluded table as if he’d expected this, and sat.
The server’s eyes glinted with unmistakable recognition.
“Who are you?”
Jung Hyun-su felt a twinge of regret inwardly. They weren’t close, but he’d seen that face before.
The current head of Hyeollyeon’s Korean branch—a figure who would one day become Hyeollyeon’s master, and whom he’d encountered at underworld gatherings as a towering presence in the intelligence world. Kim Chun-sik was treating him like a complete stranger, and it drove home how much he truly had regressed.
“You’ll know it when you look.”
Instead of dwelling on that regret, when Jung Hyun-su appealed to his own recognizable face, Kim Chun-sik didn’t deny it either.
“I know you’re the eldest son of Garam. But clearly you are—”
“—someone who knows Hyeollyeon’s contact protocol. That’s what puzzles you?”
Hyeollyeon was an information guild operating in the underworld.
They bought and sold information of every kind legally forbidden, and remained a headache even the Association couldn’t uproot.
Information always had its price. Of course, Hyeollyeon was notorious for its retaliatory approach to false intelligence.
Jung Hyun-su had been attempting to arrange a meeting with one of Hyeollyeon’s branch chiefs.
“That’s correct.”
“Disappointing. Since when does Hyeollyeon ask the subject themselves about these things? Ah, well, everyone has their lapses now and then.”
Jung Hyun-su pressed Kim Chun-sik on his competence.
If he wanted answers, he should act like an information guild—either pay the price or reverse-trace the path through which the intelligence reached Jung Hyun-su himself. That was the implicit demand.
Kim Chun-sik, naturally convinced of his own growing importance, bristled inwardly at this.
“You’re certainly a difficult person to deal with.”
“State your business.”
“As you wish.”
Though everything about this felt suspicious, the branch chief had no authority to refuse Jung Hyun-su’s VIP-level approach, which followed the guild’s protocols.
“Hand over Edward Farrington’s current location.”
The branch chief could not hide his shock.
“Edward Farrington, you say?”
“Why keep playing these pointless mind games? I already know the British royal family is quietly putting out a warrant for Edward Farrington as the prime suspect in the theft of a lost treasure. Stop wasting my time.”
“Well, that is…”
Jung Hyun-su abruptly rose from his seat.
“This won’t do. I’ll take my business to Hao-moon instead.”
Hao-moon was an information guild that China had created by adapting martial arts fiction.
At Jung Hyun-su’s stubborn resolve to approach Hao-moon—Hyeollyeon’s fiercest competitor—the branch chief’s mind raced.
“Please, there’s no need for this. It’s not that I don’t trust you. What you’re asking for…”
“I want you to recover the documents hidden in Chae Seung-jin’s villa and release them when I give the word.”
The branch chief ran the calculation in his head. It didn’t take long.
Chae Seung-jin, the heir to the Songgwang Guild, was notoriously temperamental, but the math clearly worked in favor of this arrangement.
There was risk in touching a heir of one of Korea’s Top Ten Guilds, but getting Edward Farrington—connected to the British royal family’s intelligence—before other rivals could was certainly worth the risk.
“His location is an A-ranked Dungeon that appeared in the Amazon. It’s a Lich dungeon with a secret passage connected through the tower’s thirty-second floor, so finding him using the Dark Mana Tracking Method shouldn’t be difficult. I’d appreciate it if you handled this the moment you confirm it.”
The information was extraordinarily detailed—as if he’d personally watched Edward Farrington enter that place.
It was hard to believe. But it was worth verifying, just in case.
If he dismissed this suspiciously and the information turned out to be true when presented to Hao-moon, Kim Chun-sik would suffer a catastrophic blunder.
“Rest assured. If the information you’ve provided is accurate, we’ll handle it thoroughly.”
“I hope this proves to be a good deal.”
“I trust your information. Remember that false intelligence comes with a price.”
“Understood.”
Truth be told, Hyeollyeon’s work was reliable.
The moment Jung Hyun-su stepped outside—having just arranged with Hyeollyeon to acquire the original documents from Chae Seung-jin’s villa, something the heir had collected to win recognition from the Songgwang Guild master—suited men of considerable bulk surrounded him.
“Young master.”
Hunters in business suits closed in around Jung Hyun-su.
They were faces he had sorely missed.
“Ah!”
Garam Guild hunters.
Yet apart from that joy of recognition, they immediately surrounded him and seized him from both sides.
“Let’s go. The guild master ordered us to bring you.”
Continued in the next episode ▶
The Regressor Who Monopolizes Everything
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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