The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 68

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Episode 68. Light and Shadow (6)
A shadow cannot be light.
And yet, the Abyss Lord’s skill sweeping across the Altar could be described in no other way.
Power that destroys everything without light itself.
One thing was certain: watching the tremendous force that annihilated upon contact and seemed to subjugate all into the shadow blanketing the ground, a strange miracle unfolded before them.
‘Transcendence…….’
A being of a different order. Something monstrous had descended—the kind that should only exist in the 50th Floor regions already conquered.
Not light, perhaps, but the confirmation that they would avoid the worst came to the Hwa Ryong Guild, and for them it was nothing short of catastrophe.
“Damn it!!”
Jeok Yeom, especially, was consumed by anger and panic.
The object he’d thrust forward so carelessly—anyone could see that this Transcendent-Tier Monster was guarding it, obsessing over it.
The Escape Scroll was useless here; whoever held it in this place was as good as dead.
The Abyss Lord’s attack that barely broke through sent a shudder down his spine. And so Jeok Yeom trembled violently and hurled the sword sheath in his hand away.
“L-Lord…!?”
His subordinate caught it, bewildered. The Abyss Lord’s head snapped around.
Seeing those abyssal eyes, the body of the Hwa Ryong Guild criminal went rigid.
The shadow began to fragment.
“Summon Jeong Su-jin.”
In that moment, Jeong Hyun-soo brought Jeong Su-jin down from the Seongso.
“Summon Seuil. Summon Oil.”
Immediately after, Seuil and Oil appeared—jellyfish-like, with only their heads prominent.
Crash!
Sensing the dire situation, Seuil quickly climbed onto Oil’s shoulder.
“What… is going on here?”
Jeong Su-jin, who had recently devoted herself to theoretical research after receiving pure magical inspiration, answered the summons without thinking.
But it was a summons from her original world, so she had simply obeyed—only to find herself in absolute chaos.
“And what is that…?”
“Complicated to explain, but simply put, it’s a Transcendent-Tier Monster.”
“…?”
“And we need to survive.”
“You summoned me out of nowhere for this nonsense!”
“I need your help, Jeong Su-jin.”
He’d summoned her so abruptly and now asked for her aid. Jeong Su-jin found it absurd.
If the Boss inside a limited Gate was Transcendent-Tier, it was a catastrophe of the highest order.
If Jeong Hyun-soo, the contract’s principal, died, what would happen to that place called the Seongso?
“I won’t die. Not with your help.”
“You’re saying that after seeing that?”
People crumbled to dust. The Hwa Ryong Guild screamed under the Abyss Lord’s mercilessness.
In a massacre where shrieks replaced blood, Jeong Su-jin’s head swam.
“There’s a Supreme-Tier Gate Escape Scroll.”
“Then use it now!”
“It’s in his hands, and we can’t use it—that’s why I called you.”
With the Abyss Lord’s gaze diverted, Jeok Yeom—thrashing about trying to tear the Scroll in desperation—came into view.
It was a Gate with the worst artifact-use restriction conditions attached.
“The Escape Scroll is ultimately rooted in spatial displacement magic, isn’t it?”
“…Well, yes.”
“If there’s an existence bound to this place as the strongest medium—fate’s other half, so to speak—then summoning might be possible, wouldn’t you think?”
“Keh keh keh, Master. I thought your skull held nothing but muscle, but that’s quite impressive magical theory.”
Jeong Hyun-soo turned to Seuil’s praise.
“Seuil, a product of high-intelligence magical engineering like yourself should be able to calculate this. And the lacking magical inspiration—a genius can fill that in.”
“This is driving me crazy!”
And yet Jeong Su-jin did not refuse.
Because she would later become the theoretical pioneer of the revolutionary magical scroll exchange box that would become a landmark hit.
“Just bring it here!”
With Jeong Su-jin’s voice at his back, Jeong Hyun-soo deployed the Cheong Ryeong Man Sang Gong.
A blue wind rose through the spreading shadow of death. Between that wind, a crimson flash of light glinted.
“Tch! You little bastard!”
Jeok Yeom, whose attention had been diverted from Jeong Hyun-soo, fell to a surprise attack.
Not killed in a single strike, but his thigh was cut deep.
Platinum-rank and above, Yeom Je’s second disciple, Jeok Yeom.
A powerhouse on the cusp of mastery, yet he had suffered critical damage to the very foundation that mattered most in a clash between masters—speed.
“Arrrrrgh!”
Rage darker than the blood flowing from his thigh consumed him, and Jeok Yeom began to burn.
It was a vivid demonstration of why his name was Jeok Yeom—Red Flame.
Crash!
The Abyss Lord’s wide-area technique cleaved the space between them.
“Cough!”
The Hwa Ryong Guild crumbling away. Edwin fighting with desperate ferocity—no, barely holding the line. Thanks to his grim determination, the Knight Order suffered no casualties.
The situation was anything but favorable. To turn it around, action had to be taken swiftly.
“I’ll kill you, you bastard!”
Jeok Yeom’s fists flew wild, eyes blazing. His signature technique, the Jeok Yeom Fragmentation Fist—fists burning with intense, searing heat bore down upon Jeong Hyun-soo relentlessly.
Jeong Hyun-soo kicked a fallen shield from the ground with the tip of his boot.
Bang!
Jeok Yeom’s enraged face drew closer as his punch shattered the shield.
Even without his speed, he was this formidable. Yes, precisely this much.
Blaze!
Jeok Yeom’s flames condensed. Jeong Hyun-soo immediately seized a broken spear shaft and hurled it.
The spear, shot forth from rippling muscles, struck true at his thigh. Jeok Yeom flinched as flames erupted from his body simultaneously.
Exquisite timing. The condensed flame, shaken by calculated misdirection, merely grazed past Jeong Hyun-soo instead.
Standing firm as if he had foreseen exactly this outcome. Jeok Yeom ground his teeth at Jeong Hyun-soo’s refusal to dodge.
“This bastard…”
He was far from ordinary. Ling Wei-hao was a pathetic fool, yet his skill was genuine—now Jeok Yeom understood why such a man had fallen to this opponent at the Tower’s lowest floor.
The attitude toward combat was different. He fought with resolve to kill, yet his emotions remained unmoved.
It felt like watching a warrior tempered through countless real battles.
Or perhaps it was the sense that a history of brutal struggle lay just beneath the surface, the struggle required to become such a warrior.
‘To such a mere opponent?’
As the eldest son of the Garam Guild’s master, a man who had lived in comfort his entire life, how could such a thought even cross his mind?
— In the end, what you are born with matters most.
His master’s words, those of Yeom Je, flashed through his mind. Was the talent he had branded upon him referring to this?
A vessel capable of reaching Transcendence….
“I’ll burn you to ash!”
Rage poured forth toward Jeong Hyun-soo—an obstacle to escape and survival, someone who troubled something deep in his chest in a way he could not abide.
Whoosh! Burst!
He forcibly severed the pain signals from his leg. The severed tendons could not be helped, but he would feel no discomfort—employing one more trick to override his body, he unleashed the Hong Ryeon Myeol Hwa.
Before the surging wave of annihilating flame, Jeong Hyun-soo appeared defenseless.
Overwhelming magical power. It was sheer force pressed down from all sides, crimson flames born of dominance itself.
At this rate, Jeong Hyun-soo would surely be consumed by the inferno.
“Jeong Hyun-soo!”
The moment Edwin rushed over from the other side.
Crack!
From within the sphere of red flame, Jeong Hyun-soo’s hand shot out and intercepted Jeok Yeom’s fist. A Geum Na Su of impeccable precision.
Two forces dwelt within that hand technique—one was overwhelming physical might.
The power of the Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art crushed Jeok Yeom.
With his lower body already weakened, the imbalance it created caused Jeok Yeom’s knees to buckle of their own accord.
He tried to hold firm through superhuman strength and the foundation he had cultivated, but it was in vain.
Jeong Hyun-soo’s steadily accumulated stats and the raw force of the Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art exceeded all of it.
Thud!
Breaking through the flames, he drove his knee into Jeok Yeom’s ribs.
“Gack!”
He could not breathe. His back arched like a shrimp’s. Clutching his abdomen, Jeok Yeom felt a terrible, unbearable agony.
The severed pain signals suddenly resumed flooding back—a devastating force born from the Chim Twe Gyeong technique that obliterated the nerves themselves.
“You… you fucking bastard…!”
Internal magical power flowed through him. The Dark Heaven Return Origin Art. The burning embers that were the foundation of his fire extinguished utterly.
Within the rapidly fading flames, Jeong Hyun-soo drew his hand in a sharp arc.
Slice.
A clean, efficient cut. And with it came an unbearably intense, searing pain in Jeok Yeom’s shoulder, wringing a scream from him.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Where his shoulder should have been, something that should not be seen glimmered before his eyes.
His arm, which had been attached to his shoulder moments before, was now held in Jeong Hyun-soo’s hand. The Escape Scroll that had been gripped in that hand.
Jeong Hyun-soo seized the Escape Scroll and discarded his arm. Then he reached out.
“Gack!”
They both scramble for the Avalon that slips between them.
Jeok Yeom’s eyes trembled.
“No, this can’t—!”
The red-wanted criminal’s pleading was cut short as Jeong Hyun-soo flashed a grin.
“It can, boy.”
The sword sheath flies forward. Beyond it, the Abyss Lord’s gaze turns toward Jeok Yeom. The world darkens to black.
It was the last thought Jeok Yeom would ever have.
Boom!
Without hesitation, Jeong Hyun-soo turns toward Jeong Su-jin and Seuil.
The Hwa Ryong Guild, which had served as their shield, was nearly annihilated.
And the Abyss Lord began to change. That body, which had been locked in place like a turret, like a statue, started to move.
[The Lord of the Abyss awakens.]
[The shadow army answers the call of its master.]
From the well beneath where the Abyss Lord emerged, shadows crawl upward once more. They take shape.
Soldiers, war horses, cavalry, archers.
An entire army assembles.
“God help us.”
The Knight Order glimpsed death. With only the Abyss Lord, despair was suffocating—now they were surrounded by his army as well.
“How is it?”
“Master, I’ve cracked the encryption. A slight twist of the code should be enough.”
Fortunately, the Dark Heaven Return Origin Art had largely removed the restriction on using Escape Scrolls.
But since it couldn’t function completely, a conversion was naturally necessary.
“We need to use the excess dark-attribute mana here. Fix the spell formula right here. What’s your estimate on the error margin?”
“There will be some deviation. Stability is confirmed, but calculating more precision would require…”
Jeong Hyun-soo spoke.
“Use it if it meets minimum conditions. We can’t afford any more delay.”
Bang! Bang!
The Shield of Radiance blocks the Abyss Lord’s beam, but cracks are spreading across it.
No matter how broken an item is, at only 20th-floor grade against a 50th-floor-tier boss, indefinite defense was an impossible frontier.
“Damn it, will this even work?”
“It has to. It’s the only way we live.”
“No, renegotiate the contract first! I’m not doing suicide plays like this! Just stick it in!”
In the midst of this, Jeong Su-jin had drawn a new magical circle on the floor.
She completely recreated the scroll’s base formula, transforming it into an entirely new magical circle, and drove the Avalon into it.
At the same instant, the Abyss Lord leaps forward.
The speed of a Transcendent moving directly, for the first time.
“Roaaaagh!”
Edwin, stepping forward to block the strike himself, is hurled backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
Bang!
The shield shatters. Blood bursts from Jeong Hyun-soo’s lips as well, his body barely holding ground.
As the Abyss Lord’s left arm extends and dark-attribute magical power is about to crash down—
Flash!
Golden light erupts in a blinding sweep.
“Who dares assault the knights of my service?”
The Golden Knight appears. At the familiar Round Table, the knights’ faces can only wear expressions of bewilderment.
Continued in next episode ▶
The Sole Devourer’s Return
Author
Cheon Ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Gerae Publishing
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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