The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 58

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Episode 58. Holy Sword (3)
Kim Ha-eun responded with disbelief.
“A blue chip stock of the future?”
“Yes.”
“You’re saying he’s a blue chip stock right now?”
Jeong Hyun-soo met her gaze without answering.
“Name: Jeong Hyun-soo. Age: nineteen. Guild affiliation: Garam. Until recently, a problem child with bottom-tier grades at the Academy, constantly in the gossip columns. Now—a Supernova who’s cleared the Tower of Trials consecutively all the way to the twenty-first floor with SSS-rank evaluations.”
This was the world’s assessment of Jeong Hyun-soo, the one drawing everyone’s attention.
“Hearing it directly like this is rather embarrassing.”
Jeong Hyun-soo merely shrugged, and Kim Ha-eun smiled at the audacious Rookie before her.
“Only if there’s any guarantee you’ll survive. As for surviving after striking at Association President Seon Woo-hyun preemptively here and now—there’s absolutely no such guarantee.”
It was Kim Ha-eun’s cold assessment based on Jeong Hyun-soo’s track record thus far.
Even at being told to his face he’d die, Jeong Hyun-soo showed no particular reaction.
“You certainly see things clearly.”
“It comes with the job. So then, tell me. In a situation like this, could you really call yourself a blue chip stock? If you have a solid plan, perhaps. But if you don’t……”
“Then I’m just a con artist.”
To Kim Ha-eun, that’s certainly what he’d be. But Jeong Hyun-soo would simply die. Not just him—those connected to him would face the Association’s wrath and grave consequences.
“My plan should appeal to you quite a bit. I have no intention of cowering in the shadows, hoping what I’m doing doesn’t come to light.”
“Is that so?”
“We shift the weight of the scale. Make it so even Seon Woo-hyun can’t act recklessly.”
Jeong Hyun-soo reached toward the map spread across the desk where Kim Ha-eun sat perched.
“Here—the Knight King of Britain.”
He placed the Knight King, marked on the power map, between Garam and Hanul.
“Will that be enough?”
“Take that, and add one more figure—the one Seon Woo-hyun watches most carefully. What then?”
Jeong Hyun-soo’s fingertip came to rest on North America.
“The Knight King and Alexander. If I bring them both in, will you stand with me?”
Kim Ha-eun’s mouth fell slightly open.
“Listen, Jeong Hyun-soo. Talk is just talk. This isn’t some club where you strut around. I’m not some starry-eyed girl impressed by the Top Ten Guilds’ names.”
“Of course not. You’re the master of Hyeolryeon. That’s precisely why, as the price of our first deal, I ask only for the status quo.”
“The status quo?”
“First, the Knight King. If I fail to bring him in, do as you wish.”
Since Jeong Hyun-soo had drawn in Kim Chun-sik, Hyeolryeon knew of his movements.
Though not everything. Kim Chun-sik had informed only Kim Ha-eun, his direct superior and blood relative.
“And you’ll keep quiet during that time?”
We’ll negotiate the stock acquisition afterward. How does that sound?”
Kim Ha-eun smiled slightly.
“That might mean losing a bit, but it’s workable. How long?”
“One week.”
“…Say that again?”
“One week, as I said.”
The Knight King of Britain had spent twenty years acquiring the Holy Sword and grappling with the question of Avalon.
All that time, despite mobilizing every resource available—not just within Britain but beyond—the problem of the Holy Sword remained unsolved.
So what confidence drove this young man to stake a single week?
“Overconfidence invites disaster.”
“The stakes need to be meaningful enough that we’re both satisfied, don’t they?”
Jeong Hyun-soo showed no sign of backing down. Kim Ha-eun felt a flicker of annoyance rising within her.
“Fine. Do as you wish.”
“By now, one of those fellows who play with the Round Table should be here. Some Duke-level type, I’d guess.”
It was truly astonishing.
“…I heard he’s a Summoner, but do you have prophetic gifts too?”
“Let’s just say I have a knack for reading the room.”
“Sir Lancelot of the Round Table has arrived.”
“Should I go now?”
Kim Ha-eun thought for a moment.
What kind of person was this, really.
* * *
A secret safe house built by Hyeolryeon’s branch.
Secret it was called, but upon entering the Namyangju safe house—a facility rivaling the nation’s finest luxury hotels—an airtight security presence hung thick in the air.
Beyond the usual precautions Hyeolryeon took, it bore the unmistakable air of foreigners from across the sea.
‘Edwin Blake.’
A member of the Round Table created by the current Knight King.
Jeong Hyun-soo made his way to the reception hall where Edwin, the Grand Duke who governed the Manchester region, awaited him.
“So you’re the one? Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The man had deep brown hair and striking blue eyes set in an angular, chiseled face.
His well-built frame was the textbook image of the knight ideal they valued, yet Jeong Hyun-soo didn’t miss the fine lines of fatigue and dissatisfaction etched beneath his eyes.
‘I’d heard he despised the Knight King’s pretenses more than anyone.’
The Knight King was as close to madness as he was to raw power.
He believed himself to be the reincarnation of Arthur and imposed the Round Table on his subordinates as well.
Even the knights he himself had appointed and raised as his closest confidants through the Chivalry trait system—he forced them to adopt the legendary aliases from the old tales of King Arthur.
In other words, Edwin Blake had to go by the name Duke Lancelot instead of his true name.
His domain was Manchester, yet—Duke Lancelot.
‘It’s truly absurd.’
In an age where Hunter Rank was effectively a hierarchy system, talk of dukedoms and such wasn’t without its humor—yet undeniably funny it was.
The problem was that no one could speak such words aloud before a man ranked in the top five strongest in the world, second only to Seon Woo-hyun and Alexander—and live.
“I am Jeong Hyun-soo of the Garam Guild.”
“Your exploits have reached even our homeland. Well, they’re impossible to avoid hearing about anyway.”
Truthfully, from Duke Lancelot’s perspective, there was no reason to cross the sea to meet a bright-eyed rookie.
His personal involvement stemmed first from his sovereign’s command, and secondly from the fact that Jeong Hyun-soo had at least secured some renown through his Tower of Trials climbing records.
“I had intended to seek you out myself, so thank you for traveling such a distance, Sir Edwin.”
Edwin Blake’s eyes widened in an instant.
“What did you just call me?”
“Ah, ‘Sir’? My apologies. I’m simply unaccustomed to British protocol and made a mistake. Since I don’t know what I did wrong, if you’d tell me, I’ll correct it.”
“No, not at all. There’s nothing wrong. Call me that way.”
Edwin Blake had a strong sense of self. He preferred being called by his name, or so he’d heard—yet it was proving simpler than expected.
‘Besides, knights and their ilk never came with brains to match their muscles.’
The displeasure Edwin had carried from his long journey to meet this youngster visibly dissipated.
“Yes, Sir Edwin. Thank you for overlooking my rudeness.”
“Rudeness? Don’t worry about it. Ha ha, it’s good to see a young talent. Lifts my spirits.”
Edwin’s eyes brightened.
“However, we do have matters to discuss between us now. They may be sensitive and unpleasant, but what choice do we have?”
“Indeed, Sir Edwin.”
“Haha. So, I heard you boasted to an informant that you could resolve the homeland’s troubles. Is that true?”
“Did His Majesty find the gift I presented to him satisfactory?”
Edward Farrington.
A traitor who, despite receiving the honor of serving as the king’s attendant, had fled with clues about the Holy Sword.
His head had already been severed and displayed as a warning.
“His Majesty was indeed satisfied with your gesture, but it alone is insufficient.”
“Farrington fled with those clues because he had learned something.”
“Learned what?”
“Holy Sword Liberation. The ultimate goal—it would unlock His Majesty’s chains.”
Jeong Hyun-soo’s expression grew heavy with meaning as he sent his voice through mana.
“Only when the power of Avalon is unleashed can His Majesty undertake direct personal rule, can he not?”
Edwin Blake’s expression hardened entirely.
“How do you know that…?”
“So I was right.”
“…You guessed?”
“Merely an inference based on your movements thus far. If His Majesty possessed such power, it would be enough to shift the balance of forces, yet he has remained unusually quiet.”
The reason was clear.
The Knight King’s restraint, revealed later.
Even as the world crumbled around him, the Knight King never stepped outside his Round Table.
Or rather, could not.
— Damn it, I can’t leave!
The Knight King’s anguished cry, still vivid before his eyes.
He granted formidable Knight’s Power to his appointed confidants, became a mighty warrior himself, yet the penalty imposed in exchange—
Without true Holy Sword Liberation, he could not escape beyond the Round Table, becoming a sealed king, bound forever within those confines.
Instead, the twelve knights who received that power led their order and moved with feverish intensity, erasing that penalty through their own deeds.
“…If you’ve learned that much, you surely know something more? Did the Tower tell you?”
“My source is classified. I swear upon my life that this information was obtained at the cost of my own existence.”
“…You’re telling the truth.”
Lancelot had brought an artifact capable of detecting lies for this mission.
Hermes’s Staff, borrowed from their ally Greece.
The legendary fragment passed down through the staff he leaned upon whispered to Lancelot that Jeong Hyun-soo was, at least, not speaking falsehoods.
“Then… what must we do from here?”
“Your Grace, while I hold you in deep esteem, I have always believed that the terms of any contract or agreement must be crystal clear.”
“True enough. So what do you want? Should I draw up a contract?”
Jeong Hyun-soo smiled at Edwin, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Don’t forget—the man before you is English.
If one examined, for the sake of jest, those malicious tales whose origins are lost to history, most of them traced back to England.
For instance, the nation that once made sport of hurling orphaned children about.
In any case, even if Lancelot wrote out a contract, these were the sort who would easily change their tune, spouting nonsense about Chivalry and divine interpretation to wriggle free.
The only thing worth trusting was the sovereign’s seal of authority.
“Your Grace, would you arrange for me to meet with His Majesty the King?”
“Surely you don’t mean to say you don’t trust me?”
“How could I ever doubt the integrity and honor of Lord Edwin?”
In truth, this was a first meeting, and there was no connection in past lives either—what was there to trust?
But for a man who despised pretense yet was obsessed with Chivalry, a suitable pretext would suffice.
“To achieve liberation, there are matters I must verify by meeting the owner at least once. Therefore, such a meeting is absolutely necessary.”
Edwin had no grounds to object.
The Hermes’s Staff had spoken the truth once again.
To be continued ▶
The Monopolizing Regressed Martial God
Author
Cheon Ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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May 26, 2026
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