The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 70

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Episode 70. Honorary Citizen (1)
The global media erupted over the incident that had occurred at Buckingham Palace, the very symbol of Britain itself.
“Yes, I’m currently outside Buckingham Palace. At this point, it’s accurate to call it palace ruins, given the severity of the destruction. As has been reported, this devastation was caused by the sudden invasion of a monstrous army. Let’s begin with the footage.”
A sudden emergence of darkness and forces. As collision unfolded, brilliant light erupted from Buckingham Palace’s destruction.
What followed was a fierce battle between the Abyss Lord and the Knight King. Of course, their movements exceeded what cameras could capture—shockwaves detonated, and the entire surrounding area warped.
After the clash, the Knight King annihilated his opponent, the monstrous forces vanished, and the footage ended. The reporter took up the microphone once more.
“The British Royal Family cannot release detailed information, citing national security, but Britain will emerge stronger from this incident. And—ah, we have breaking news. It appears the Knight King of Britain has begun a national address.”
The screen switched, and the Knight King appeared.
The Transcendent Being in golden armor looked remarkably composed.
“Esteemed citizens of the great British Empire, I stand before you with pride befitting my station as sovereign. Until now, the Crown has devoted countless efforts to managing Gates and Tower Climbing both within and beyond our borders, yet recognizing our limitations, we have undertaken secret research, experimentation, and training to strengthen our national interests. Recently, we have achieved unprecedented progress and results, and today we reap the rewards of those labors. Soon, I shall personally present these fruits to the world, so I ask you: set aside your worries and return to your lives with renewed purpose. Here and now, your King pledges this: the anxiety that has gripped Britain is ended. We shall become yet greater, and we shall contribute not merely to Britain’s future, but to the advancement of all humanity. And finally, I announce this: the British Royal Family will enter into a treaty with the Garam Guild of South Korea. Details of this accord will be disclosed in full shortly. I ask for your patience.”
The Knight King swept his hand, and the broadcast cut to black.
Seon Woo-yong-nam, watching the scene on a monitor in his office, felt an inexplicable unease settle over him.
“…What’s your read on this?”
The executives of the Association Knights were arrayed before him.
The guild master position was held by Association Chairman Seon Woo-hyun in name, making Seon Woo-yong-nam the de facto head in practical terms.
“Surely this statement is merely damage control in response to today’s incident?”
“Why do you think so?”
“Buckingham was attacked. If they simply acknowledge that, it amounts to admitting incompetence. They clearly need to contain the narrative somehow.”
“Then who carried out the attack?”
“Intelligence teams are being dispatched as we speak to gather information.”
Seon Woo-yong-nam felt his irritation spike.
“Buckingham is one of our primary rivals. The Recluse King’s confinement to the Round Table is the only thing holding them back—if they were to move directly, they’d be troublesome in every way. So they get attacked, and you can’t even offer a possibility, let alone an answer? Have you all lost your minds?”
Whether the Knights’ discipline had recently collapsed or their capability fallen short, they kept allowing important details to slip through their fingers.
“Our personnel are utterly inadequate relative to the Association’s scope and responsibilities……”
“You think I don’t know that? Did I ask you to count the freckles on the body of that worthless Gumeong Guild master lounging in Africa? You can’t even grasp what’s happening at Buckingham, yet you’re drowning me in excuses!”
Crash!
Unable to contain himself, he swept his desk clean. The executives could only bow their heads.
“Move! Get out there and find answers! If I don’t hear from the field, then you’d better be in the field yourselves! That’s how you keep your position. If you don’t like it, pack your things and leave!”
The Association Knights’ executives filed out one by one.
Seon Woo-yong-nam watched them depart, then shut his eyes tight.
‘Something is happening.’
There were places the Association’s reach could not extend to. But for their eyes and ears to be slow—that was dangerous.
“Nothing is going right.”
Seon Woo-yong-nam felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him.
* * *
At that very moment, while Seon Woo-yong-nam was gripped by acute foreboding, Jeong Hyun-soo was meeting face-to-face with Knight King Franklin.
“I did everything you asked. Are you satisfied?”
“Your execution is always thorough, sir.”
The conditions Jeong Hyun-soo had placed on the Knight King were simpler than one might expect.
“Of course it is. To bring down that scheming bastard of a guild master, it has to be.”
Join the coalition forming against the Association Chairman.
“Normally, I wouldn’t deign to enter a group of fledglings. You should know that.”
The Knight King had always been inclined to oppose the Association once his chains were loosened. From that perspective, the alliance had its advantages, but also its drawbacks.
“You’re all too weak.”
The Knight King was a Transcendent Being by mere existence. Han-ul Guild Master Ji Sang-uk was a Grand Mage, but was not said to have reached Transcendent Rank.
Between them lay a gap no thicker than paper, yet that gulf changed everything.
Why else would the joke circulate that crossing it made one the guild master, and failing to cross it made one Ji Sang-uk?
Without Transcendent Rank and with all their talk of this guild and that guild, when measured against the Knight King wielding the collective might of Britain, an entire major power, their position was precarious.
“That is precisely why I attached conditions.”
Jeong Hyun-soo would strengthen the Garam Guild and Han-ul Guild, unifying South Korea’s Hunter world in a short span of time.
In other words, he needed to forge the power of nation against nation.
“Of course, Britain will have no part in that process.”
“Agreed. And that alone gives Seon Woo-hyun every reason to act.”
Merely by mentioning Garam so openly in that broadcast, the Association would react with extreme sensitivity to the relationship between them.
And that would be enough. In the chaos that followed, Han-ul would make its move.
“And if we bring in that information broker woman, we’ll at least have the appearance of legitimacy.”
Hyeol-ryeon would assist in the behind-the-scenes maneuvering.
With Britain’s intelligence apparatus covertly lending support as well, Songgwang Guild was already in the bag.
“I keep my promises.”
“Yes. When Seon Woo-hyun falls, I will relinquish all my shares.”
“Agreed.”
The rest was consigned to the fine print.
Clauses stipulating that in the event of full-scale war with the Association, both parties would unlock their full capabilities as circumstances demanded.
“What of the golden-haired ones with blue eyes?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“British women are beautiful, are they not?”
Franklin’s layering of a dignified royal cadence over his usual folksy manner carried unmistakable intent.
“One way or another, we must bind ourselves closer. What we have now is woefully inadequate. It’s a shame, really—being confined here so long that I’ve never even thought of a daughter.”
“Marriage is a matter for consideration once all other work is complete, sir.”
“Who said anything about marriage? Life is short. Enjoy it. I didn’t foresee this either—that once I obtained the Holy Sword, I’d be unable to leave this place even one step.”
No matter how iron-fisted his rule, the Knight King could not command his knights to fetch women for his pleasure.
Some had volunteered to offer their daughters, but the Knight King had refused them.
“A true knight’s foundation lies in Chivalry itself—in the passionate love that blooms between him and the lady he meets on his path. I’ve written that principle into the code itself. Isn’t that so, Edwin?”
“Yes, sir. All knights are encouraged to marry for love.”
“…A remarkably progressive code of Chivalry, it seems.”
“Of course. If knights cannot keep pace with the times, they will be rendered obsolete once more.”
Though that fact had already surfaced in the age of firearms, when cold steel gave way to hot lead.
“Conflict with Seon Woo-hyun is inevitable. Stockpiling supplies is essential.”
This was a kingdom of knights. Missiles and modern weapons existed, certainly, but the opponent was a mage—and bombardment remained the greatest advantage in warfare.
In terms of firepower, the Hunter Association reigned supreme in the world.
“We shall handle that contingency, sire.”
“Ah, you mean that young mage—the one with the Scroll Error who wrecked my Seongso?”
“He is the stuff of which world-changers are made, sire.”
“He made an error, but his power is undeniable. He’ll be brimming with potential—raise him well.”
“He will flourish of his own accord, sire. His talent is certain.”
“Hah. One genius feeds a million—look at me. See how peaceful Britain has become under my hand, yes?”
“Indeed, Your Majesty.”
Edwin, having reclaimed his name, was loyalty incarnate.
“So, where are we bound today?”
“The Hebrides Islands in Scotland, Your Majesty.”
“Let’s make haste. The press is hounding me relentlessly. Will you join us?”
What the newly unshackled Knight King pursued was nothing less than a culinary expedition.
He spoke of tracking down a master of fish and chips, and Jeong Hyun-soo shook his head.
“I must return to my own home, sir.”
In his hand rested a Treaty Document—proof that the Garam Guild and the British Royal Family had forged an alliance, not the South Korean government, but the guild itself.
“Quite right. A man craves his homeland’s cooking. Ah, and this.”
The Knight King pressed another document into Jeong Hyun-soo’s hands.
“What is it, sir?”
“Nothing of great import—merely a certificate of honorary citizenship proving your status as a national of this realm. From this day forth, wherever you travel, you shall receive treatment equal to our own people.”
It was a gift born from the king’s constant collision between his folksy nature and his ego as the Knight King.
“Before you go, take what you wish from the British Royal Treasury. One piece from each category should suffice, yes?”
“Very good, sir.”
“Then off with you. We shall meet again soon.”
The Knight King then seized Edwin by the scruff of his neck.
A knight who rejected magic. Scotland lay a fair distance from London.
Yet the might of a Transcendent Being transcended physical law itself.
To eat lunch, the king ran across the distance from London to Scotland, his subordinate in tow.
At speeds faster than any fighter jet.
Whoooosh!
A Sonic Boom trailing in his wake, the Transcendent Being vanished. Buckingham Palace, with its ongoing restoration, receded into the distance.
* * *
Jeong Hyun-soo’s footsteps led straight to the British Royal Treasury.
A sanctuary of treasures incomparable to the Perfect Treasure Vault that the Exchange Tournament’s champion had sought.
For the first time, it was being opened to a foreigner—a decision made by the Knight King as additional compensation for having resolved Britain’s long-standing ordeal.
“Truly remarkable, isn’t it?”
A beautiful woman greeted him there.
It was Kim Ha-eun, the owner of Hyeol-ryeon.
“I merely did what was necessary.”
“There’s no need for modesty, you know.”
Watching Jeong Hyun-soo offer no particular reply, Kim Ha-eun ran her tongue across her lips.
‘If I’d known this would happen, I should have approved it on a grand scale back then.’
But regretting it now was pointless, and besides, it was already water under the bridge.
The judgment made then was sound. An impossible miracle. Jeong Hyun-soo had truly accomplished an insane feat by securing the unconditional cooperation of the Knight King.
“There’s no use in regretting now.”
“…As if I don’t know that?”
“Since Hyeol-ryeon has kept its promise, I’ll treat Hyeol-ryeon as I did before.”
Kim Ha-eun’s eyes widened.
“Pardon? Do you understand what you’re saying right now?”
Still unknown to the world, the young man before her was the gathering point of a force poised to rival the Hunter Association.
Garam and Han-ul were bound together, and the British Royal Family stood as their ally. And this strength would soon swallow Songgwang Guild.
Kim Ha-eun glimpsed the possibility. If Hyeol-ryeon only boarded this ship, the gains would be limitless.
As an intelligence director, she could not afford to gamble.
Though it looked like a gamble, this man’s demonstrated ability struck her as something constant—reliable.
“Well then, with my reputation already on the line, I’ll press forward. Your coalition still seems to be at a low entry point. It’s unfortunate we couldn’t get in at the desired level, but Hyeol-ryeon wishes to join as of this moment.”
“Yes, but actually there is one condition.”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s words, Kim Ha-eun tensed.
To be continued ▶
The Regressed Martial God Who Monopolizes All
Author
Cheon Ya
Publisher
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Grae Publishing
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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