The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 100

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#Episode 100
Even as South Korea buzzed with Eun-sung’s name, his daily life remained peaceful.
I devoted myself almost entirely to converting my entire house into Seonggwe.
Truth be told, I couldn’t be certain myself.
Whether I was containing my house within Seonggwe,
or if my house was consuming Seonggwe instead—I had no way of knowing.
Humans could barely observe even the smallest fraction of Seonggwe, let alone comprehend it.
After several days had passed,
‘Time to get moving.’
I left the house.
“Son, where are you going?”
Mother Park Yeon-gyeong called out to me.
“You’re not heading somewhere dangerous again, are you?”
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to train.”
“Train? Are you re-enrolling at the Special Armed Forces Training Institute?”
“No.”
I shook my head.
Ra Si-hyun and the other rookies had re-enrolled at the Special Armed Forces Training Institute two days ago, but I was an exception.
It was thanks to Minister An exempting me from basic education using his authority.
“I’m going to train.”
“Train…?”
“To become stronger. That way I won’t be unfilial.”
“Son…”
Park Yeon-gyeong trailed off.
It was clear she was desperately swallowing back the words asking me to quit being a Hunter.
But those words never escaped her lips.
She knew all too well that telling the men of the Cha Family to quit because it was dangerous was like preaching to deaf ears.
“It’s really just training, so there’s no need to worry. I’ll probably be back by evening.”
My words were sincere.
For a Hunter, training was an indispensable element.
The ancient maxim that sweat shed in training replaces blood shed on the battlefield existed for good reason.
Constantly honing and refining one’s combat techniques was vitally important.
Moreover, my Hunter career had been focused on the role of a supporter, so I couldn’t claim to have extensive dueling experience by any stretch.
With stronger enemies ahead, it was urgent that I elevate my individual capabilities further.
“Then I can rest easy.”
Park Yeon-gyeong pressed a hand to her chest.
A mother’s heart, anxious every day at the thought of losing her son.
‘Ugh.’
I couldn’t bring myself to meet Mother’s gaze directly and averted my eyes slightly.
‘I can’t just leave Helkiyan alone either…’
My heart burned with desire, but the reason I couldn’t act on it was that there might come a time when Helkiyan’s abilities would be necessary.
[Helkiyan] Card’s Faction Helkiyan’s abilities are occasionally quite useful, after all.
“Then, I’ll be on my way.”
Eun-sung bowed respectfully and headed toward the Rooftop Helipad.
Whiiiiiiiing―!
The Little Bird helicopter piloted by Eun-sung soared eastward.
* * *
Gates come in many varieties.
From those resembling natural disasters that trigger dimensional rifts, to those fixed in specific locations, to those that drift without a predetermined path.
Given the infinite variations in their forms and patterns, it was difficult to even define precisely what a Gate was.
The one commonality they shared was that all Gates served as portals connecting to spaces other than reality.
And the spaces accessed through Gates were not necessarily dungeons from which monsters emerged.
Seoul, the capital of South Korea.
The Olympic Stadium in Jamsil was a historic venue where the opening and closing ceremonies of the 1988 Seoul Olympics were held, and it stood as a symbol of South Korea’s modern sports history.
Thanks to its capacity to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators and its overwhelming sense of openness, it had been a Seoul landmark where countless national events, concerts, and sporting competitions were held without pause.
That Olympic Stadium had long since faded into the pages of history.
It had not been destroyed by dimensional rifts, nor had it been demolished due to aging infrastructure.
The Olympic Stadium had long since become a massive Gate itself, establishing itself as a renowned destination sought by countless Hunters.
And South Korean Hunters called the Jamsil Stadium the [Jamsil Colosseum].
Whiiiing―!
The Little Bird helicopter descended onto the helipad near the Jamsil Colosseum.
Eun-sung, who retrieved the helicopter with a Card, gazed up at the colossal stadium before him.
“I’ve finally made it here.”
Eun-sung muttered to himself, his tone carrying a note of bewilderment.
Though Eun-sung had been a 10-Star Hunter before his regression, the Jamsil Colosseum was new to him.
Why?
This was a place where Supporters had no reason to venture.
‘Well, I might as well experience it now.’
Thump, thump….
My heart quickened slightly.
I crossed the Gate threshold, filled with excitement, apprehension, and anticipation.
[Entering the Jamsil Colosseum.]
The scenery before my eyes shifted, revealing an entirely different world.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa―!”
A thunderous roar echoed off the stone walls.
It was not directed at Eun-sung.
Far below, in the depths of the arena.
It was a roar directed at a Hunter holding a spear raised high toward the sky.
And beside him lay a Hunter who appeared to be defeated.
Eun-sung’s gaze swept across the surroundings.
The interior of the Gate was not a modern stadium like the Jamsil Olympic Stadium.
A colossal stone structure.
An ancient arena reminiscent of Rome’s Colosseum.
And I stood at the highest tier of the Colosseum.
Bathed in scorching heat.
“Whooooosh!”
“Magnificent!”
“I knew they’d win!”
Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap—!
The crowd showered the victor with cheers and thunderous applause.
Jamsil Colosseum.
One of the [Colosseum-type Gates] that existed in every major city across the globe.
[Colosseum-type] Gates were the exclusive domain of Hunters—specifically, those who filled offensive roles.
Hunters from around the world gathered here to test themselves against one another, honing their skills and verifying their capabilities.
The formats varied widely.
Everything from life-or-death duels to team battles allowed for practical, real-world training across multiple scenarios.
But that wasn’t all.
In Colosseum-type Gates, records were meticulously tracked, and victories and defeats came with tangible rewards and penalties—enabling not just training, but genuine growth.
In other words, for me now, the most suitable dungeon wasn’t a Gate teeming with monsters, but this Colosseum-type arena.
“This is… the Jamsil Colosseum…”
My voice trembled.
Before my return, I would never have dared set foot in such a place—the emotions were overwhelming.
For me, the Jamsil Colosseum represented more than mere training and growth.
It was a chance to prove myself—to shed the bitterness of my years as a Support-type Hunter, and to overcome the self-doubt of never having fought on the front lines.
“Huh? Isn’t that Cha Eun-sung?”
“Who?”
“Cha Eun-sung.”
Several Hunters recognized me and began whispering among themselves.
Somewhere along the way, I had become quite the celebrity among Hunters.
Of course, I felt no particular thrill at the fame itself.
I merely weighed the advantages and disadvantages of increased recognition…
“Excuse me, but may I ask you something?”
I approached a nearby Hunter.
“Of course. You’re Hunter Cha Eun-sung, aren’t you?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“I’ve seen your videos. You’re truly remarkable.”
“You’re too kind.”
“You’re quite humble.”
“Oh, there are many far more impressive Hunters out there.”
Embarrassed, I scratched the back of my head awkwardly.
“If you’d like to participate in the martial tournament, just head down to Basement Level 1. Don’t worry too much about anything you don’t understand—the staff here will explain everything kindly. The NPCs inside the Colosseum tend to be friendly with hunters.”
Hunters referred to the intelligent beings within Gates as NPCs.
Non-Playable Character.
Originally a gaming term, it had since become the standard designation for all intelligent lifeforms within Gates.
Eun-sung thought it was rather fitting.
The intelligent beings within Gates were entities incapable of normal communication, merely repeating specific behaviors.
Wasn’t there a certain parallel to NPCs in games?
“Thank you. I’ll be going then.”
“Yes, take care.”
Eun-sung bowed respectfully before heading straight down the stairs toward Basement Level 1.
* * *
Around the time Eun-sung arrived at the Jamsil Colosseum.
Brigadier General Cha Geun-woo received a summons and met with Minister An.
“Reporting for duty. Brigadier General Cha Geun-woo, present to see Minister An.”
Cha Geun-woo saluted sharply toward Minister An.
“No need for formalities between us. Never mind that—have a seat.”
Minister An gestured for Cha Geun-woo to sit.
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
“You’re looking sharp. That uniform suits you well.”
“You’re too kind.”
“Too kind? Women would line up if you stepped outside.”
“That’s… not something I…”
“It’s a compliment, so don’t take it so seriously. Who doesn’t know you’re a hopeless workaholic?”
“….”
“How does it feel to have become an admiral?”
“If I may speak honestly?”
“When have you ever been anything but? Tsk tsk.”
“Frustrated.”
Cha Geun-woo answered as if he’d been waiting for the question.
“As a naval officer, I’ve worn the insignia and heard myself called admiral—a rank that was never meant for me. I find myself seriously considering early retirement.”
“Your body’s itching for action, then. I understand. You’ve spent your whole life in the field, so desk work must be torture. I went through the same thing.”
“….”
“But here’s the thing—you can’t work in the field as an operative forever. You’re not a hunter, after all. It’s time to think about your body.”
“But….”
“Not a single part of you is uninjured, yet you’re so stubborn.”
Minister An gave him a sharp look.
“Looking at your medical records, it wouldn’t be surprising if you received a disability rating. Are you planning to keep relying on painkillers to get by?”
“….”
“Stop now and think about your family for once. You’ve done more than enough.”
“That sounds like you’re telling me to stay quiet, sir.”
“You understand perfectly well. That’s right. From now on, conduct yourself with restraint, and you’ll discharge with three stars without incident. I promise you that.”
“I’m truly grateful for your consideration, but I didn’t put on this uniform to earn medals. I….”
“Are you trying to hold your son back?”
“…!”
“Your family needs to be at peace for your son to operate freely as a Hunter. Are you trying to create difficulties for him by running around out there?”
Cha Geun-woo found himself unable to respond to Minister An’s point.
He knew all too well that his family could become shackles, dragging Eun-sung into peril.
“What can you do? It’s the karma of having a son who’s far too exceptional.”
“….”
“Focus on supporting your son. Mark my words—it will be the greatest achievement of your lifetime.”
Minister An’s voice carried absolute conviction as he spoke.

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