The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 93

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Episode 93. Two Birds, One Stone (3)
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each footfall that made the earth itself shudder, the dense coniferous forest began to collapse.
Gulp.
The Hunters dispatched as reinforcement had gone rigid with tension.
The Hunters from Ilseong, by contrast, moved with disciplined precision.
Seon Woo-jin was the one orchestrating it all—positioning the tanks firmly at the front, exploiting the terrain, placing troops along the cliff face where the weight would concentrate, and personally calibrating the positions of the Mana Bullet marksmen and the mages who served as dealers.
Before long, a pack of monsters erupted from the far side of the forest.
Frost-corroded hound-type creatures—swift, with venom spraying from their fangs, making them troublesome in every respect.
The vanguard spread left and right, relentlessly snapping at the flanks and rear of the frontline.
Yet Seon Woo-jin showed no sign of panic.
The Gate Break had overlapped, creating a Wave state. He’d naturally brought forces suited for it, and he had plenty of solid tanks at his command.
“Rear phalanx, defensive formation. Marksmen on the left—once they enter range, prepare your volleys and sweep them away in one strike.”
Thud! Thud!
What they faced was not merely the hounds alone.
Countless monsters surging forward in a tide.
“Analysis team, classify the monsters immediately and report.”
The power-analysis team, standing by in real-time at headquarters through the video team, responded at once.
— A legion composed of Frost Bones, Glacier Hulks, and Ice Skeletons, sir.
Frost Bones—frost Undead soldiers born from blizzards.
Unlike ordinary Undead, they were equipped with weapons and armor, all forged from eternal ice that originated in the Siberian Mana Realm, giving them high physical defense.
And there, a four-meter Glacier Hulk with muscles like ice crystals began tearing up the ground beneath and hurling it.
Grrrk! Gruuuurk!
Below it, Ice Skeletons rattled their frozen joints as they charged forward.
“An Undead legion of considerable size.”
A careless blow would inflict a Freeze Debuff, and since they were Undead, they felt nothing.
Facing an army that knew no fear and advanced only—endless and inexorable—they were formidable foes indeed.
“Front ranks, consume the Cold Resistance Potions from supplies immediately.”
The tanks leading the charge began consuming supplies with their shields raised, light halos shimmering around their bodies as the medicine took effect.
Soon after, the approaching Undead legion collided with the tanks.
“Mages, begin your attack on the stress-concentration zones.”
Against Undead, magic was far more effective than arrows or bullets.
Whoooosh!
Flames erupted from the mages’ staffs. The tanks held firm, the terrain’s elevation creating a chokepoint.
As magic seared through that overlapping zone, the Undead began melting away helplessly.
And then—
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
“Crashing Wraiths incoming!”
“And Frozen Chasers too…!”
From an entirely different position than the hounds drawing their attention, beasts erupted forth—and the reinforcement Hunters’ faces went pale.
A Crashing Wraith—a spectral cavalry of frost—appeared as if erupting from the earth itself, enormous scythe in hand.
And it charged toward the flank. Not just the Crashing Wraith alone, but also Frozen Chasers—cervid monsters with icy horns—came galloping alongside.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The stance of the two-legged deer-type monster lowered.
Even as the Hunters anticipated the impact of the collision, the Ilseong Hunters showed not a flicker of disturbance in their expressions.
“All units—Charge Reflection!”
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch!
At the team leader’s roar just before impact, the tanks activated their skill.
“Charge Reflection—isn’t that an A-Rank skill?”
“They equipped it for all of them?”
“Insane… no wonder people risk their lives to get hired by Ilseong….”
Charge Reflection, pure and simple—a minimum A-Rank skill that, climbing upward in grades, increased the damage reflection ratio, but even at the lowest A-Rank alone provided nearly half damage reflection.
The Frozen Chaser’s head snapped back at an grotesque angle, as if to prove the point.
Shriek!
A cry of pain. Yet it did not end there.
Still, the tanks held their shields upright, defending against the cavalry’s charge.
Crunch!
One step back.
Behind that recoil, the sharp ring of metal sounded.
Clang.
Marksmen finished loading their weapons.
“Fire.”
Crack! Bang! Bang!
Muzzle flashes erupted from the gun barrels. Hunters with awakened ranged Sniper-class abilities.
Their abilities bloomed individually, each firing their allotted Mana Bullets downrange.
The armor-piercing rounds possessed tremendous penetrating power, tearing through the Craisius Race’s skull, while buckshot simply shredded its upper body clean away.
Incendiary rounds ignited blazes, acid rounds dissolved flesh—an overwhelming barrage of firepower.
It was a battle born from Ilseong’s philosophy: not stubborn adherence to mages alone, but maximum operational efficiency.
A deep, rumbling growl echoed out.
A massive form appeared from beyond, tearing through the dense coniferous forest to carve a path, its cry reverberating across the field.
A Snow Colossus—a towering creature standing over ten meters tall.
As the colossal fallen spirit approached, exhaling frigid air, the entire area froze solid.
The calculated defensive formation would be swept away by a single palm strike, and the thick magical barrier seemed sturdy enough to withstand the crossfire of both spells and Mana Bullets—a formidable foe had arrived.
That’s when Seon Woo-jin leaped into the air.
A resonant crack split the sky.
Highly condensed Condensation Magic. But the flame trapped within it was hellfire dragged forth from perdition itself.
“Hellfire!”
All-consuming flames engulfed the Snow Colossus, and with that, the battle came to an end.
“Well done.”
“What about Seon Hwa?”
At Seon Woo-jin’s immediate question about his rival’s whereabouts, the team leader reported at once.
“They broke through the Wave a short while ago and advanced upward, sir.”
“Good. That’s how it should be. We’ll need to go deeper for this to get interesting, won’t we?”
Seon Woo-jin smiled coldly as he issued his next command.
“Once we finish clearing the field, we continue north. After we crush the main force, we’ll split up and seal the Dungeon where the Gate Break occurred.”
“Yes, sir!”
Ilseong and Seon Hwa’s forces moved with such seamless coordination.
But they were not alone in landing on Hamgyeongdo.
“So where exactly are we going?”
Kwon Kang-pal, the vice-guild master of Garam who had set out following Jeong Hyun-soo, punched his palms together as he asked.
“We’re almost there.”
“Almost where?”
“Right there.”
Kwon Kang-pal looked toward where Jeong Hyun-soo was pointing.
“A mountain?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see anything there.”
“There’s a Dungeon inside. Our objective is to enter and clear it.”
“What could possibly be in a place like—”
“It’s a mixed bag, you might say. You’ll understand once you go in.”
Kwon Kang-pal’s expression soured slightly, but he merely shrugged.
Gates were what they were—you’d find out once you entered.
“What is this?”
Finding the Gate entrance proved easy. Gate Breaks occurred frequently here, and the lack of proper maintenance meant the entrance stood out clearly.
Upon stepping inside, they found themselves facing a mine shaft.
“A mine?”
Yet something about it seemed strange and peculiar for a typical mine.
What would later be known as the Heart of the Machine God—a high-grade Mana Stone Mine.
The Dungeon, formed as a steam cavern beneath a foundry, seemed densely packed with something when Jeong Hyun-soo saw it this time, different from the last time he had been there.
‘No one else must have mined it, after all.’
The eerie atmosphere carved with the mark of a Cyclops’s eye at the shaft entrance was striking.
As Kwon Kang-pal drew near, the Cyclops’s iris moved. The mechanical eye flickered as it began scanning immediately.
“Fire incoming. Be careful.”
“Fire?”
A roaring inferno erupted forth.
A powerful flamethrower sprayed outward.
“Damn, what is this? Magic?”
“You might call it Magitech?”
This was a Mana Stone Mine from a steampunk world.
That eye was naturally an alarm and defense mechanism designed to distinguish friend from foe.
Amid the acrid stench of oil and coolant mingling with metal, of magic seeping through steel, Jeong Hyun-soo moved at once into the Cheongryeong Mansangbo.
A fluid grace flowing through the flames.
He had held his silence since then, but he never forgot what the Wind King had said about his Cheongryeong Mansangbo, and he remained in constant struggle, always trying to adapt it to whatever situation arose.
Boom!
Iban, who had kept pace behind him through the inferno, crossed both arms into a defensive stance.
Whoosh!
Bang!
Jeong Hyun-soo, who had destroyed the Cyclops’s eye with a single strike beyond that wall of flame, wore an expression of utter disbelief.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah… ah… I thought maybe I had to do it this way to gain that power…”
At the sight of the Super-Regeneration Hunter, cowed and scorching his arms in the fierce, terrible flames, Jeong Hyun-soo clicked his tongue.
“That’s not how it works.”
“…Ah, I see.”
Iban’s burned arm, now sheepish, repaired itself in real time before their eyes.
“Wow, I never get tired of watching that.”
Kwon Kang-pal opened his eyes wide, observing the rapid regeneration of the wound.
“And no side effects either. Really…”
“Though severed limbs probably won’t reattach…”
“Huh? Have you tested that?”
“If I had, I’d be missing a limb by now. If they don’t reattach.”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s words, Kwon Kang-pal tilted his head.
“But how do you know?”
“Just… intuition.”
“Hmm… true enough. For a Hunter, intuition is something you can’t ignore.”
Iban found himself surprised by Kwon Kang-pal’s remarkably open and unprejudiced manner.
He truly respected what Iban had to say.
‘If he’s the sub-guild master of Garam…’
Even if Iban didn’t know much, the man was clearly someone of consequence. Yet here he was, speaking like this.
“Well then, shall we clear this quickly?”
“Ah, before that, just wait here.”
“What? Why again!”
Instead of answering, Jeong Hyun-soo summoned Oil, who had been standing by in Seongso.
“Oooooh! I told you! Don’t summon me unless it’s about kinfolk liberation!”
At Oil’s indignant voice, Jeong Hyun-soo answered firmly.
“This is related to that liberation.”
But Oil snorted derisively.
Pfft!
“Man, that orc’s sound is so realistic—did he really just snort like that?”
“Master! Keep lying like that and I won’t call you master anymore!”
[Oil distrusts you.]
“How could there be kinfolk here? We are the Bluewood Tribe!”
“Not elves, so what greenwood—”
“Human! Is not green skin itself green!”
“I suppose that tracks…”
“And our tribe is bound to the smell of oil and—”
Waaaaahhh!
Oil fell silent mid-sentence.
With his mouth shut, Oil trudged forward with heavy steps.
Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga!
Oaaaaahhh!
There were orcs there.
A crew of orcs hard at labor, but as they stood in lines turning a massive mining drill, Oil could only gape mutely.
“Orcs… I’ve seen orcs laboring in mines before…”
But…
“Why is the descendant of orc-kind operating machinery…? Oil is what we despise most! Not dwarves with their beards!”
Jeong Hyun-soo placed a hand on Oil’s shoulder, as if to console him in his denial of reality.
“To move more ore, wouldn’t they use anything at hand?”
Oil followed Jeong Hyun-soo’s gaze.
Massive figures approaching from that far corner.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Ogre!”
Oil’s fighting spirit blazed to life.
“I’ll kill you!”
Continued in the next episode ▶
The Returning Martial God Who Monopolizes All
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