The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 91

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Episode 91. Killing Two Birds with One Stone (1)
“No, I mean—even if you’re you, can you really just create problems recklessly like this?”
Jeong Soo-jin’s question came up during a check-in meeting.
In a way, it was fair.
“There’s no shortage of promises I need to keep.”
First, I had to give Oil assurance that I could liberate the Orc race to Ogre, as per our contract conditions.
Then there was the duty to help Ivan Drakoff awaken the Immortal Decay Divine Art.
On top of that, I’d need vast quantities of High-Grade Mana Stones to supply to Jeong Soo-jin, plus component upgrades for Seuil to assist with the calculations.
And to bring down Ilsung, I’d chosen Seonhwa Group—five different promises in total to drive a wedge between Ilsung and Seonhwa. This was what Jeong Hyun-soo faced.
Each one was a difficult task. One would think time alone would consume me, yet to her eyes, Jeong Hyun-soo didn’t seem nearly as anxious or hurried as one might expect.
“…Well, I just handle it all at once.”
“…Is that even possible?”
Jeong Soo-jin wondered if it was even remotely feasible—overlapping Oil, the vanguard of the Orc Liberation Front against Ogre, with Seuil, a byproduct of a steampunk world.
“You just make it work.”
Jeong Hyun-soo laughed cynically.
After being out for so long, he took a brief rest, savoring the pile of desserts Jeong Soo-jin had been working through. On the monitor glowing over her shoulder, Han Do-hoon, the head of Seonhwa Group, appeared at just that moment.
—Today, negotiations regarding support rights for capturing the Hungary Gate—the bridgehead for Seonhwa Group’s European expansion—concluded at Buckingham Palace. With this, Seonhwa Group has secured a foothold for the Global Guild, and the negotiations, which had faced expected difficulties, concluded surprisingly within just one hour of starting….
Han Do-hoon and the Hungarian president exchanging handshakes, with the Knight King standing behind them, a hand placed on each man’s shoulder.
Seeing Franklin Hamilton, whose face had lately brightened remarkably, Jeong Hyun-soo couldn’t help but smile as well.
Of course, that image was immediately relayed to Ilsung Group.
Seon Woo-jin, reading the report that the Knight King had handily secured Hungary Gate capture rights, spoke to Seon Woo-hee.
“…Chairman, something about Seonhwa smells off.”
Seon Woo-hee fell silent in thought instead of answering.
‘If Han Do-hoon were in his right mind, he couldn’t pull something shady like this….’
But the signals that emerged were deeply unsettling.
The sudden actions of Garam and Hanul at the conference table could be overlooked, but the fact that the Knight King was now letting Seonhwa set foot in European interests was an entirely different matter.
“Hungary and North Hamgyong Province are ultimately regions very close to Russia, which is what the Knight King is most fundamentally after.”
And the Knight King was a man whom the entire world knew to support Jeong Hyun-soo of Garam.
But simple support alone—a Knight King pursuing European dominance wouldn’t simply hand over Hungary.
If he wasn’t an ally….
“Chairman, if he’s planning to stab you in the back, shouldn’t you strike first before he does?”
If his intention was to openly switch sides, waiting could result in massive damage.
But if that weren’t the case?
If it were merely a scheme?
If he came running and prostrated himself making excuses, then a fitting example could be made of him—discipline administered so he’d never entertain such thoughts again.
But if that weren’t it….
“For now… don’t contact Han Do-hoon. Just wait.”
Seon Woo-hee sat quietly, chin resting in her palm, eyes fixed on her Smart Watch.
Beep-beep-beep!
The caller was Han Do-hoon.
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Right after meeting the Knight King, the negotiations had concluded so smoothly that Han Do-hoon, seized by an instinct that something had gone wrong, urgently tried to contact Seon Woo-hee.
But the moment he powered on his Smart Watch, there was one beep, and then—it went dead, didn’t it?
And in London, no less. A communications blackout in the core district where Buckingham Palace lay nearby?
“My, the equipment seems quite unstable.”
Han Do-hoon’s expression hardened the moment he saw the young man who had come looking for him.
“Hyun-soo? Is that you?”
It was a question without preamble, but the gist was asking whether it was Jeong Hyun-soo orchestrating what was happening now.
“Chairman Han.”
“…Guess your ears still work.”
“When do you think Ilsung will ever stand alongside Seonhwa Group?”
“At least not until our turn comes.”
In Han Do-hoon’s blunt words, hostility was now palpable.
“I don’t know what method you used, but keep it moderate. Right now, you’re clearly overstepping a line.”
“Might this be what you’re thinking, Chairman? That Chairman Seon Woo-hee is certainly someone you can’t trust. That if there’s nothing more to gain inside South Korea, then Seonhwa next, and then the future absorbed, leaving only her standing alone?”
“Don’t fish awkwardly. This is your last warning.”
Han Do-hoon growled one final time.
Ordinarily gentle and cautious in temperament, yet there was no guarantee he’d remain so in every situation.
“Just because you’ve dealt with Chae Moo-sik a bit, you think you can mock me?”
“Please, compose yourself. I only meant to convey that Chairman Seon Woo-hee moves faster and is far more ruthless than you might think. If I’ve offended you, I apologize.”
Then he pressed the button on the object in his hand.
“You should be able to call again now. I’m adding this in case you’re curious but too proud to ask—the framework of the world that Ilsung and the Association Chairman control will shatter soon. This is your last chance. I’ll take my leave now.”
Han Do-hoon watched Jeong Hyun-soo’s retreating figure for a moment.
Seon Woo-hee’s cruelty.
Naturally, after forming a triangular alliance with her, he’d witnessed it countless times as she devoured prey.
Because of that, he had no intention of blindly trusting Ilsung the way Park Min-gyu of the Future Guild did.
Building strength.
Staying low, waiting for when those teeth turned toward the Seonhwa Guild to drive a dagger between the gums—how fiercely he’d had to live all this time.
‘A bit faster, you say…?’
Ilsung was powerful, but because of how people viewed the Association Chairman, it couldn’t receive open pushes, which meant its actual Global Guild ranking was lower than expected.
If there was nothing striking enough to break through, he’d thought the situation would stagnate for a while and there was room to relax—but given who the opponent was, it was difficult to dismiss as nonsense.
…….
After pondering briefly, Han Do-hoon picked up the receiver.
“Director of Strategic Planning, mobilize all available resources immediately and confirm whether the Association or Ilsung has developed anything.”
Then Han Do-hoon moved directly to the Magic Circle.
His destination was the office of the Ilsung Group Chairman.
“Chairman, this is unfair.”
The moment he arrived, Han Do-hoon knelt, and something unraveled across his face.
“Unfair? You bastard’s putting on a show.”
It was Park Min-gyu’s cursing that followed, not Seon Woo-hee’s.
“Bastard? Watch your tongue.”
“You watch yours. Do you take us for idiots, you fool?”
Han Do-hoon saw the photographs scattered across the floor. They captured the moment he and Jeong Hyun-soo had met just moments before in perfect clarity.
“…You had me followed?”
“You’re watching each other anyway, so why act surprised all of a sudden? Yeah, I thought something was off. Those bastards aren’t crazy—why would they back Seonhwa? Got greedy? You figured you could conspire with them to stab us in the back and blame it all on coincidence?”
It was then that Chairman Seon Woo-hee, who had been watching silently, opened her mouth.
“Chairman Park, that’s enough.”
At those words, Park Min-gyu closed his mouth, clearly displeased.
“Now then, Chairman Han.”
“Yes.”
“How long has it been since we shared rice from the same pot?”
“…About twenty years, I’d say.”
“Precisely nineteen years and eight months. A long time indeed.”
Seon Woo-hee’s gaze was gentle.
But Han Do-hoon knew well that the gentler it was, the more terrifying the person became.
“With all that time we’ve spent together, would I suspect you over something trivial like this? I trust you, truly.”
“Thank you.”
“But you see…….”
Chairman Seon Woo-hee paused, then looked at Park Min-gyu and Seon Woo-jin in the room before continuing.
“Those who don’t know me as well as you do—they must feel anxious, mustn’t they? As the master leading a group and a guild, I must always resolve potential anxieties. You understand that well, don’t you?”
“What is it you want from me?”
Seon Woo-hee smiled slightly.
“Actually, I don’t want anything. You must prove something yourself.”
“…Should I provide call records?”
“It’s been confirmed that all radio signals in the vicinity were jammed when you made contact with Jeong Hyun-soo.”
Therefore, in humiliation.
Even if a group chairman genuinely submitted call records to the Ilsung Chairman, she would not believe them at all.
‘This woman… doesn’t trust me.’
Han Do-hoon felt a hollow sense of despair wash over him.
No matter what, it had been twenty years.
Twenty years of bowing before Ilsung, quietly supporting from behind—and now she suspects him because some young punk pulled a few tricks?
“Do you want me to bring you Jeong Hyun-soo’s head?”
“Well, that would be nice.”
The attitude of Seon Woo-hee—demanding that he prove his innocence himself, treating him not as a person but as a dog—filled Han Do-hoon with revulsion.
But he had to suppress it for now. If he lost control in this moment and caused trouble, there would be no way to clean it up afterward.
“…Understood.”
“Then let’s meet with pleasant faces soon enough.”
Han Do-hoon bowed his head and left the Ilsung Chairman’s office.
The door closed firmly.
A place that had been summoned to secretly whenever something happened now felt strangely foreign.
Han descended into the basement without a word. The moment he settled into the waiting sedan, he sensed movement beside him.
“…I understand you were looking for me, so I had no choice but to meet you here. I’m Kim Chun-sik, Korea branch director of the Blood Alliance.”
Han Do-hoon was no fool. Before coming, he’d anticipated every possibility and sought out the Blood Alliance first.
“You might call it the lamp-under-the-bushel operation, so to speak? Even if there are informants watching from all sides, no one would think we’d meet here in the basement parking lot of Ilsung Tower.”
“…Spare me the pleasantries. Hand over the materials I requested.”
“Ah, yes—it’s this. It may be hard to make sense of at first glance…”
Han Do-hoon began reading through the documents Kim Chun-sik offered. The sedan’s dark tinting slid smoothly past, concealing Kim Chun-sik from view.
Even if that weren’t the case, Kim Chun-sik had dressed in crisp formal wear so that, given Han Do-hoon’s habit of frequently changing attendants, he might easily be mistaken for a new secretary.
By the time they left Seocho District and turned into Jongno where the Seonhwa Group stood, Han Do-hoon’s expression had grown grave. He opened his mouth.
“…So you’re telling me this technology is currently in the hands of both Garam and Hanul?”
Until recently, Seon Woo-hee had mentioned that the Association chairman would soon unveil new technology—this Shackle and Sweet Bait—but now the information showed it was in Jeong Hyun-soo’s grasp.
A theory that Seon Woo-hyun had made sufficiently public to the world until now.
Its completed form was contained in the information Kim Chun-sik had just delivered, and it was precisely then that Han Do-hoon passed by Jeong Hyun-soo’s device, which had moments before severed all nearby transmissions entirely.
“Yes. Speaking as a proxy for our side’s message, we would say that the situation is dire, and this is your last chance to make a wise decision.”
Kim Chun-sik smiled broadly.
“And I might add, we’re on quite good terms?”
Continued in the next episode ▶
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