The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 95

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Episode 95. A Fivefold Gain (5)
After hundreds of trial and error, Oil finally grasped the meaning of learning.
Having suffered countless blows before understanding that he could defend himself through Qi Emission and strike the steam spirit in its Spirit Form only by dispersing his power, Oil quickly went wild with excitement.
“The kid picks things up fast.”
“He has good talent.”
“His physique and talent are solid, but his comprehension—he can barely scrape past rock bottom.”
That was Gwon Gang-pal’s assessment.
Anyone could see it: the orc had failed to grasp with his mind the simple principle of using Qi Emission to absorb magical power, only gaining confidence and acting decisively after taking repeated blows until chance layered upon chance.
And so Oil, having methodically swept every monster from the First Process Route—the blast furnace mine—came swaggering back with his shoulders thrown wide, like a returning general.
“Did you see, humans?”
“Yes, we saw.”
“Heh heh. Then you must all be curious.”
“…About what?”
When Gwon Gang-pal asked, Oil replied in a swaggering tone.
“You didn’t see well, human. That rumbling sound I just made—did you catch it?”
“Ah, Qi Emission?”
“Heh heh. I’ll teach you. Of course, you’ll have to offer tribute first.”
Gwon Gang-pal found it absurd, though he was admittedly curious about what this tribute might entail.
“Tribute? What kind?”
“One cow. I take two pigs as the minimum.”
His manner was bombastic, but the tribute itself was oddly vague.
When Jeong Hyun-soo glanced over, he simply shrugged as if to say ‘do what you like,’ and returned his attention to transmitting the principles of the Immortal Destroyer God Technique to Iban.
Unlike learning through physical trial, memorization was torture incarnate, and Iban’s face had gone pale with strain.
He would rather take blows like that orc and learn through his body, but that wasn’t an option for him.
He wanted the Immortal Destroyer God Technique. He wanted to protect his real family with that power.
That longing drove him to recite the incantations over and over, even as they slipped away from memory.
Jeong Hyun-soo showed no impatience, simply correcting the wrong verses and reminding him of the parts he’d forgotten.
Meanwhile, the Second Process Route opened.
[Hall of Assembly]
A space in the form of a Central Hall unfolded. At its heart stood a single building.
The structure reached some fifty meters to its ceiling, a grotesque fusion of Gothic cathedral architecture and industrial piping.
And hanging from the pipes: a mechanical cross.
“Grraaagh!”
At the sight of an incomplete orc-ogre hybrid experimental subject suspended there, Oil’s eyes filled with blood.
[Recreate the completed form of the Machine God.]
To anyone’s eye, it was a space where experimentation on orcs continued.
Iban’s expression darkened as well. A place where living beings were used for experimentation was a source of intense trauma for him.
“Focus and memorize.”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s words, Iban’s ragged breathing steadied, and his focus sharpened.
“That way you protect them with your own strength.”
Overcoming trauma isn’t easy, no matter what anyone says. That was obvious.
But it had to be done.
“Raaaaaaaaagh!”
Oil, consumed with rage, charged forward first.
The orc lord rushed through the steam venting from the building’s ceiling, swinging his Battle Axe.
Crack!
The moment the suspended orc experimental subject fell to the floor, a brilliant red flash erupted from the center.
Boom!
[Intruder detected]
[Surveillance Gear Knight activation commencing]
The center floor splits open. And from within emerged a single ogre.
Its body was embedded in a pillar, clad in Bronze Armor, with a mechanical heart made of red Mana Crystals embedded in its chest.
But it didn’t end there.
As the ogre raised a mechanized gauntlet-blade, the walls entangled with it split apart, and from within emerged augmented, body-modified ogres.
Oil charged.
Snorting fierce breath, he dispersed his Qi Emission and swung his Battle Axe.
Clang! Clang!
A fierce melee erupted. Oil raged, spewing Qi Emission madly as he pushed the ogres back.
An augmented ogre’s wrist, which had been trying to block Oil’s axe, was severed clean.
It was at that moment, as Oil pressed his advantage and his furious Qi Emission blazed forth with savage intensity—
Click.
The Bronze Armor Ogre in the center, which had been watching in silence, pulled the chain. Then another wall opened.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The modified orcs emerged into view.
Could they have sensed their lord’s qualities and joined the fray of their own accord?
But that was, of course, a vain hope.
“…!”
Oil watched the modified orc leveling a spear at him.
The Ogres withdrew to a distance, as though using the orcs as a shield.
As if to say: go ahead, slaughter your own kin first.
Oil lifted his axe with determined eyes. After all, orcs are a race of warriors.
They do not hesitate to kill and die in battle.
His heart was troubled by it, but he was about to charge forward, telling himself it was only natural to break through and avenge them, when—
Whoosh.
A faint wind materialized before Oil.
Gwon Gang-pal, who had appeared suddenly to stand before the orcs, began to move slowly into a Straight Punch stance.
The motion was impossibly slow.
The orcs certainly weren’t just standing by to watch.
As the orcs began their attack, Gwon Gang-pal paid them no mind and continued his form.
The orcs’ arms rose. In time with them, Gwon Gang-pal drove his fist forward.
“Krrgh, human! You are weak—stand down!”
When nothing seemed to happen, Oil moved to settle the matter himself, but—
Thud-thud.
Strangely, the modified orcs made no movement at all.
Oil, sensing something was amiss, shifted his gaze.
And then—
“Uuuooooooh!”
Oil discovered that all the Ogres beyond were torn to shreds and exploded into death.
An imperceptible wave had struck the Ogres beyond the orcs’ barrier.
Mana Crystal fluid was spraying from blood vessels into the air, mingling with vapor and blood to form a crimson mist.
The three Ogres standing at the front convulsed within that haze.
Their chests heaved, then burst from within.
Steel-covered ribs curled outward from the inside, and the Mana Crystal cores cracked, scattering blue flames.
Not blood but hydraulic fluid and steam erupted explosively. The breathing tubes embedded in their throats jutted out, their mechanical sounds cutting off in staccato bursts.
Iban shuddered at the sight of machinery and viscera intermingling as they melted.
It was overwhelming force.
A fist strike absolutely equal to the dominance he’d witnessed that day.
The flesh that had seemed so solid was folded like scrap metal, while the metal had become as limp as flesh—it was grotesque.
A gear spinning from the dying Ogre’s head grazed the cheek of the orc standing before it.
Yet the orc merely stared blankly into empty air.
Only then could Iban see that the entire Process Route had been halted by a single man’s fist strike.
“What do you think?”
At Gwon Gang-pal’s question, Oil’s eyes gleamed.
“Human! Magnificent!”
“Now you recognize my true worth? You’re every inch an orc, I see.”
Because Gwon Gang-pal had defeated not only the Ogres but the Gear Knight itself, which served as the Process Route’s core and mid-boss, the Second Process Route fell easily.
And the surviving orcs…
“Master! What do we do with these? They can’t return to Gork’s side!”
“Just leave them here.”
“Harsh…!”
“No, wait—even I can’t approve of that. Either kill them for certain and bury them, or something.”
At the sentiments expressed by Gwon Gang-pal and Oil, Jeong Hyun-soo shook his head.
“That’s not the issue. Once we clear this, ownership transfers automatically. There’s no need for all that.”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s words, Oil tilted his head in confusion.
“I don’t follow. I just want to kill all the Ogres and free my people!”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“How is that the same thing, human! You’re only strong, but dense—tch!”
Gwon Gang-pal was at a loss. But he had already learned enough.
“Why am I arguing with a thickheaded orc?”
“Heh, I understand. The warlock once said that’s what everyone does when words fail them.”
“Hey there, you oaf.”
Gwon Gang-pal thrust his fist directly at Oil’s nose and spoke.
“I’m not saying this twice. Clean out your ears and listen up.”
Oil met Gwon Gang-pal’s fist—the same one that had pulverized the Ogres in one blow—and pressed his forehead against it.
“Hard!”
“That’s right. You keep spouting nonsense, and this is what goes here. Got it?”
“…I no understand human words so good, chirp!”
Oil’s face suddenly wore an expression of childlike innocence.
But Gwon Gang-pal was the vice-guild master of Garam.
“Doesn’t matter. You heard me, so deal with it.”
He wasn’t about to fall for such transparent acting, and under Gwon Gang-pal’s lead, the next process began.
The place they arrived at next was the Third Process Route.
A stage named the “Nerve Refinery.”
It was a sector where the neural circuits of assembled units were connected to the Mana Crystal Computation Network, and Ogre Engineers were manufacturing artificial intelligence cores here.
At the center stood an enormous calculation tower, and beams of light fired from its peak scattered across the network like lasers, branching in all directions.
Fine particles of Mana Crystal drifted through the air, and breathing in that place left a cool sensation in the mouth.
Orcs, Experimental Subjects as expected, were bound to chairs, and cables ran from the cables to insert the manufactured Mana Crystal Nerves—a truly grotesque sight.
“Grrrrrraaahhhhh!”
Gwon Gang-pal, stepping forward ahead of Oil whose eyes had rolled back again, swung his fist.
The Arc Engineer rewiring mana circuits and employing the Long-Range Lightning Strike, and the Ogre Magister equipped with an artificial intelligence chip in place of a brain responded immediately with Mana Calculation, yet
before a vice-guild master with prowess comparable to the heads of at least a dozen guilds, they were nothing more than common rabble.
Crash!
The circuit tendrils attempting to impede movement snapped from the powerful impact, their response circuits failing and shutting down instantly.
Gwon Gang-pal’s stage was set.
Just as the situation was being swiftly resolved, an enemy belching fierce steam appeared.
The Sentinel overseeing the second floor—the Steam Priest Zerbe.
A towering Ogre wearing a bronze mask, with two massive steam tanks mounted on its back.
A troublesome monster with recorded tactics of breathing in and expelling steam through its reinforced body, unleashing scorching flames while simultaneously unleashing bombardment via magnetic field, and yet
Crash!
As Gwon Gang-pal delivered a powerful uppercut accompanied by a strong leap, its core was obliterated and its chest blown clean through—reduced to a mere husk.
At the same moment, the vibration frequency of the core leaking from its body escaped outward, and
Ding!
The passage leading to the third floor revealed itself behind Gwon Gang-pal, who now gripped Zerbe’s head in his palm.
To be continued ▶
The Returning 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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