The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 59

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Episode 59. The Holy Sword (4)
Four nations gathered under the name of the British Commonwealth: England, Wales, Northern Ireland, and Scotland.
Buckingham Palace, situated in London, the capital of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland—their unified realm—had held significant political standing even before the Great Cataclysm, but now it wielded even greater importance.
Before the Cataclysm it had been a Constitutional Monarchy, but after the current king, who calls himself Arthur Pendragon, ascended the throne, it had reverted to Absolute Monarchy.
This king had established the Round Table and risen as the nexus of military force, politics, and the conquest of Gates and Towers throughout England.
As a result, London’s already inflated property values and cost of living skyrocketed, yet wealthy merchants with power and means threw money at the city without hesitation, eager to live under the king’s protective umbrella.
“Hmm.”
Jeong Hyun-soo entered Buckingham Palace.
A barrier of light flowed near the iron shielding gates.
In other words, the lingering radiance of the Holy Sword lay upon it, forming a rampart that protected against the intrusion of unpermitted monsters and enemies.
Seeing Buckingham, which had once been reduced to rubble by the Extinction Dragon’s breath, Hyun-soo felt the restoration viscerally.
Knights in silver armor, cloaks embroidered with the sun’s crest, stood watch and gazed upon him as he entered.
Formally appointed knights. Walking straight through the direction they faced led to the Garden of Knights.
“A place to honor the knights who sacrificed themselves for the realm.”
The swords of knights who had fallen in Towers or Gates, or died in battle against criminals for England, were planted there.
Beyond the garden lay the Corridor of the Sun, the first chamber within Buckingham Palace.
Marble corridors on either side were adorned with the famous motif of Holy Sword Fragments, and golden patterns flowed like waves across stained glass through which sunlight refracted.
The armor pieces set within that shimmer were no mere decoration.
Each was an Artifact primed against intruders—a device crafted by the king, who could not venture outside, to maintain order within.
“This way.”
Following Edwin’s guidance, Jeong Hyun-soo walked through an intact Buckingham Palace.
It felt strange.
He had grown far more accustomed to the king lamenting beneath falling rain, trapped in a half-ruined palace.
“You can wait here for a moment.”
Edwin ushered him into the reception chamber, where one was obliged to wait for a royal audience.
Beyond lay the throne’s Seongso, where one greeted the king—the Slate Room.
Edwin disappeared down the corridor shaped like a Holy Sword, leading toward that Seongso.
The royal guardsman standing before it glanced sidelong at Hyun-soo.
Hyun-soo made no response whatsoever.
‘I need to draw the king out through Holy Sword Liberation within this week if I’m to buy time and climb the Tower steadily.’
Hyun-soo used the interval to check the status of the Seongso.
[Jeong Su-jin and Seuil exchange magical theories, engaged in heated discussion.]
[Oil flexes his arm muscles in front of Jeong Un-chan.]
The pairing of Jeong Su-jin and Seuil was an ancillary element he had been counting on.
Seuil, bearing knowledge of Mage Engineering; Jeong Su-jin, a prodigy of magical theory research.
If the two created synergy, they might well produce something entirely different from what had come before.
“Easterner.”
A voice suddenly pierced his reverie. He lifted his head to find a golden-haired knight with pale eyes regarding him.
“The king summons you.”
In his curt gesture lay clear displeasure directed at Hyun-soo.
Of course, Hyun-soo showed no sign of disturbance at such sentiment.
The corridor opened, and the Slate Room came into view.
The doors parted, revealing the throne.
Behind it stood a dedicated altar, bristling with countless swords.
As befitted a space where the king openly displayed both his royal authority and his power as a Hunter, the chamber was saturated with overwhelming presence and dense magical force.
“Show proper courtesy.”
“I greet the King.”
Hyun-soo bowed to the king.
Beyond mere formality, he and the king had formed a bond of sorts.
“Kneel before me, Easterner.”
“That’s enough.”
“But, Your Majesty…….”
“A man who’s come from a distant foreign land need only bow his waist—why would he kneel? Besides, Gawain, when you meet that Seon Woo-hyun fellow, are you planning to kneel to him as well?”
“Your Majesty, I would never…….”
“Enough. I have words to share with this young man. All of you, withdraw.”
Brilliant golden hair and distinguished features to match. A neatly groomed beard marked him as a man in his early forties.
The king, who claims to be the reincarnation of Arthur Pendragon himself and currently wields Excalibur, possessed nobler appearance than anyone—yet proved quite genial in character.
“Your Majesty, if I may be so bold…….”
“Surely you don’t think this young man means to do something to me? Here, in Buckingham?”
Until just before the coming of Absolute Ruin, one of the immutable truths had been that within Buckingham, the king was invincible.
The palace might crumble, but the Knight King’s form itself was preserved flawlessly—no exaggeration there.
In any case, before that king’s authority, Gawain, captain of the royal guard, had no choice but to step back.
“Edwin. Aren’t you going?”
“Of course… I must, Your Majesty.”
Edwin turned away with a faintly uneasy expression.
Once Edwin had vanished, the Knight King rested his chin in his palm and looked down at Jeong Hyun-soo.
“You were confident you could perform Holy Sword Liberation?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll entrust that task to you.”
“Shall I report on my approach first?”
The Knight King waved his hand dismissively.
“If I counted all the men who’ve briefed me on attempting Holy Sword Liberation, the numbers alone would fill a province.”
The years had changed much, but he was still the Knight King Jeong Hyun-soo knew.
“Since I’m giving you this chance, it’s only fair that you stake something too, yes?”
“Quite fair.”
“If you fail, be appointed to serve me. Become a subject of the British Empire and support your king. What do you say?”
The Knight King harbored no great hopes in Jeong Hyun-soo’s words, to be honest.
Every prodigy who’d heard the rumors and approached, every seasoned Hunter, even the most skilled he’d employed—all had failed at the lifelong ambition he’d devoted himself to.
He’d hired Treasure Hunters, attempted magical solutions, even sought the aid of the clergy, yet Avalon remained ever silent.
He was simply curious—what would this one attempt?
And should he fail, binding the current generation’s greatest talent through contract, drawing him into his own service, would be a fine gain.
“Of course, you’d naturally hesitate. Your entire future hangs on it. Changing nationality is no small matter—”
“I accept your offer, Your Majesty.”
“What…? Truly?”
The Knight King was taken aback.
Such audacity, giving no thought to failure.
‘Yes, at that age, one must have that kind of nerve.’
The more he observed, the more he liked him. Of course, life rarely unfolds as one hopes, and that result would eventually prove lamentable.
“Very well. I’ll entrust you with the task as you wish. Shall we affix a seal to a contract?”
“Surely Your Majesty wouldn’t go back on your word later?”
“Of course not.”
“However, there is always that one chance in ten thousand that such things happen. If you would simply affix your royal seal to what I’ve prepared here, I would be grateful.”
Jeong Hyun-soo then drew from his coat an extraordinarily thick sheaf of documents.
“What in the world…?”
“Prepared with the aid of lawyers. An unforgeable contract, secured with Hanul Guild’s technology to prevent any magical tampering.”
“I took you for a man of principle, but you’re thorough to the bone, aren’t you?”
“Were this a matter between you and me, friendship would require no such paper, but given that it involves guild to guild, and nation to nation, surely there’s nothing improper in such precautions?”
“Fair enough. I’ll review it and send word.”
The Knight King, whose expression had grown somewhat deflated, waved his hand dismissively with a disinterested air, and Jeong Hyun-soo returned to his assigned quarters to wait.
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The Knight King summoned Jeong Hyun-soo again with surprising speed.
“Holy one of the deep waters, did you sleep well last night?”
Unlike the Knight King, whose eyes bore dark circles deeper than expected, Jeong Hyun-soo appeared refreshed and vital.
It was because Jeong Hyun-soo, a man of strict routine—his clan destroyed, hunted unjustly by the Association, who had witnessed the world’s own ruin—maintained his discipline with absolute rigor.
“…That contract was remarkably thorough. You’ve employed an excellent lawyer. All that’s left is to add the wager between us two, yes?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll write this myself. Consider it an honor.”
As the Knight King extended his hand, Gawain produced a quill.
A quill, in this day and age.
Yet overwhelming martial power had given rise to its own technology.
As his fingertip traced through the air once more, ink from across the distance droplet by droplet flew toward the pen tip and touched its nib.
Such overwhelming artistry merely to write out a single contract.
“What do you think?”
“Magnificent, Your Majesty.”
“Why do you seem so hollow?”
“My admiration was so profound it stole away my breath.”
“Hmm, was it?”
Shortly after, the Knight King finished inserting the clause, then flicked his fingertip once more.
The contract flew toward Jeong Hyun-soo without a single tremor.
That a swordsman—a warrior—could create phenomena akin to magic meant his skill had transcended the very limits of human aptitude.
It was a moment that vividly proved him to be a transcendent being on par with Seon Woo-hyun and Alexander.
“Looking at the contract, it seems you need one full knight order detached from the palace?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, I’ll attach them. But here’s the thing—there’s something amusing about this.”
“Are you referring to the matter of command authority?”
“Exactly. My knights swear loyalty to my authority.”
They were warriors made strong through Knight Appointment via the Holy Sword’s nature.
It was only natural they possessed absolute devotion to Arthur Pendragon, and they were a knight order that followed strict hierarchical discipline.
“They will obey if I command it, but I cannot entrust the knights I cherish to just anyone.”
It was a demand to prove himself.
“Still, I’m offering you this chance because you’ve shown some capability. Show me something before I set the royal seal. Go on.”
“What would you have me do?”
“Listen here—what proof does a man who wields a sword give? First, let me see your skill. Whether you’re someone capable of commanding my knights. Gawain!”
At Arthur Pendragon’s command, the Captain of the Royal Guard Gawain stepped forward.
A man barely into his mid-twenties.
Yet at that young age, he had earned Arthur Pendragon’s recognition and become a member of the Round Table, the very blade that protected the king.
“Draw your sword, little one.”
At Gawain’s provocation, Jeong Hyun-soo broke into a thin smile.
“I didn’t expect it would be this simple.”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s response, Gawain felt the threads of reason snap clean in an instant.
To be continued in the next chapter ▶
The Monopolizing Regressor Martial God
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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