The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 103

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#Episode 103
To get a clearer look, I fixed my gaze intently on the green orb.
[Fourth Orb of the Dragon Lord]
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The Dragon Lord’s fourth orb of power.
(Emotion required!)
‘That’s right, I’m certain.’
Unlike other hunters, I could identify the true nature of that green orb with absolute certainty.
An orb of the Dragon King.
One of the very items that had sent me back through time.
Of course, back then I hadn’t known there were seven orbs in total, and I had only used the First, Third, and Fifth Orbs.
“Since you’re competing for the first time, should you claim victory, you shall receive this orb imbued with the power of dragons….”
I let Aurelius’s words go in one ear and out the other.
‘There was a reason I couldn’t have known.’
Before my regression, I truly hadn’t known of the existence of the other four orbs besides the First, Third, and Fifth.
But while that might excuse my ignorance of the others, the reason I didn’t know of the Fourth Orb was crystal clear.
Before returning to the past, I had never set foot in the Jamsil Colosseum.
‘I know the locations of the First, Third, and Fifth Orbs. I’ve already obtained the Second Orb. If I win and claim the Fourth Orb… that leaves only two.’
The Sixth and Seventh Orbs.
Once I confirmed the locations of those two, I would have gathered all the Dragon King’s orbs.
My fist clenched with a sharp sound.
Now I had a reason to win.
For me, the Dragon King’s orbs were not a choice but a lifelong mission.
An object I had to obtain by any means necessary.
The reason I had come back through time.
And the Dragon Lord’s true purpose.
All those secrets lay within the Dragon King’s orbs.
My weary eyes blazed with renewed intensity, and fighting spirit ignited within me.
“Now then! Allow me to introduce the second participant! The second participant is….”
My first opponent was an ordinary young man in his twenties wielding a longsword.
“I look forward to our match.”
“I as well.”
I drew out an axe with a swift motion.
In the qualifying matches, the use of ether, items, and spirit blades was forbidden.
Only weapons provided by the colosseum could be used, allowing us to compete purely as [ordinary humans] based on raw skill alone.
Whoosh!
A massive magical circle formed on the colosseum floor.
[Balance Aura has been applied.]
[Mercy Aura has been applied.]
[Balance Aura] equalized the playing field regardless of hunter rank, ensuring a fair match.
[Non-lethal Aura] existed to prevent deaths.
Since Colosseum-type Gates functioned primarily as training grounds for Hunters, unnecessary casualties were undesirable.
At least during the qualifying rounds, that was the case.
[Ether usage has been restricted.]
[Item usage has been restricted.]
[Spirit Blade usage has been restricted.]
“Ready―!”
A muscular man in the distance swung an enormous hammer with all his might.
Clang―!
The ear-splitting toll of the gong reverberated across the arena.
“Begin!”
In that same instant, Eun-sung’s opponent lunged forward.
“Yaaaaah―!”
He unleashed a resonant battle cry as he swung his longsword in a wide arc.
I twisted my body smoothly, evading his attack, and brought my axe down in a sweeping motion.
Crunch!
The axe blade tore across my opponent’s back.
“Ugh!”
My opponent collapsed, blood pouring from the wound.
Thanks to [Non-lethal Aura], his life was in no danger, but he would require intensive treatment for the serious injury.
“A-and the winner is! Our first contestant, Cha Eun-sung! Everyone!”
“….”
The spectators fell silent at the anticlimactic conclusion of the match.
I glanced toward the waiting room and spoke casually.
“Next.”
With 28 more consecutive victories required, swift decisive victories were the obvious choice.
* * *
I accumulated victories in an unstoppable streak.
“Next.”
After defeating my eighteenth opponent and securing my seventeenth consecutive victory, I called for the nineteenth.
I had already achieved the three consecutive victories needed to pass the qualifying rounds, yet I pressed forward.
The Dragon Lord’s orbs of virtue.
To obtain one of them—the Four-Star Orb—I had to win the championship.
“Is, is this guy insane?”
“He doesn’t even look tired.”
“Damn. Seventeen consecutive wins.”
The other contestants in the waiting room clicked their tongues in dismay.
I was utterly overwhelming.
Throughout seventeen victories, I had not allowed a single effective strike, and most matches ended after merely two or three exchanges.
What was even more remarkable was that my breathing remained perfectly steady.
Eun-sung was displaying monstrous endurance.
Truth be told, even before becoming a Hunter, Eun-sung was a monster.
From childhood under my father’s guidance, I had trained relentlessly—weight training, swimming, running, marksmanship, martial arts, and countless other disciplines to hone both body and spirit.
Competing with [pure skill] alone, without relying on Hunter abilities, was advantageous for me.
Most Hunters had been ordinary people before receiving the blessing of Ether.
“Ooh?”
“What’s the previous record? Wasn’t it 23 consecutive wins?”
“At this pace, it might actually be possible?”
Both Hunters and NPC spectators alike began to stir with anticipation.
Merely twenty minutes.
That was the time it took for seventeen opponents to fall.
And news of Eun-sung’s performance was being broadcast in real-time across HunterLink.
[Breaking News] Cha Eun-sung 17 Consecutive Wins (343)
The winning streak is insane;
All opponents were knocked out in 3 seconds;;
Could Royal Road be achievable?
Royal Road.
It referred to entering a qualification tournament for the first time and winning the championship.
[Anonymous] That doesn’t make any sense.
└ [Anonymous] fr
└ [Anonymous] 33333333
[Anonymous] Pretty insane;
[Anonymous] 17 consecutive wins is impressive. I thought Lee Hyun had 23 consecutive wins
└ [Anonymous] Yeah
[Anonymous] Will he actually achieve Royal Road?;;
[Anonymous] If I achieve Royal Road, I’ll prove it by taking a shit in front of Gwanghwamun lolololololololol
The comments were varied, but most opinions leaned negative.
Everyone knew all too well that entering for the first time and claiming victory was nearly impossible.
It was entirely possible—and common—for former martial artists or Hunters with prior combat experience to rack up consecutive wins against novices with zero battle experience.
But the moment one faced a truly formidable opponent, everything changed.
Anyone who has fought knows this.
At the amateur level, even a single round demands an enormous physical toll.
What more could be said of armed combat in an arena?
Even in victory, exhaustion would lead to humiliating defeat in the next match, or the one after—such cases were countless.
Indeed, countless Royal Road aspirants had crumbled this way.
It was why no one in history had ever achieved Royal Road.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
With a sharp cry, the nineteenth contestant was sent flying.
Their left shoulder blade split open by the axe blow….
“Next.”
I turned toward the waiting area, calling forth the twentieth participant.
“Ooooh―!”
“That guy’s seriously strong, isn’t he?”
“Pretty impressive!”
The audience began responding gradually.
Today.
Anticipation was slowly taking root—perhaps the very first Royal Road would be born here.
* * *
The winning streak never broke.
Thud!
When the twenty-fourth participant fell.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa―!”
“Cha Eun-sung! Cha Eun-sung!”
A thunderous roar erupted from the stands.
It was a tie record.
Matching Lee Hyun’s previous record of twenty-three consecutive victories, I had boldly inscribed my name into the annals of the Jamsil Colosseum.
Yet my face remained expressionless, devoid of any elation, as I merely glanced back toward the waiting area.
“Next.”
I called out the twenty-fifth participant in a flat, monotone voice.
My mind harbored only one thought: achieve the Royal Road and claim the Dragon Lord’s orb.
To me, a tie record with Lee Hyun held no significance whatsoever.
‘It’s getting tough, but I can still manage.’
I brought the water-filled leather pouch to my lips.
A Royal Road challenger was permitted only a single water-filled leather pouch, a needle and thread for urgent wounds, and the brief respite granted between matches.
No additional rest periods were given, and naturally, no medical treatment was provided.
As I drank, a woman slowly entered the arena.
Deliberate steps.
It was an action that defied common sense.
The more victories accumulated, the greater the physical toll—pressing the advantage with speed was obviously the wiser strategy.
– Be careful.
Red Moon’s Faction whispered into my ear.
– That woman is strong.
‘What do you mean?’
– Her footwork reveals decades of swordsmanship honed to perfection.
‘A Hunter concealing her identity?’
But that wasn’t it.
‘Ah.’
Only as she drew near did I understand why Red Moon’s Faction had spoken thus.
It was a familiar face.
Baek Yu-jin.
A gold medalist who won the fencing gold medal at the Paris Olympics held in France a year ago.
The words of the Red Moon card holder, who claimed that years of honing her swordsmanship were evident, were no exaggeration.
Baek Yu-jin was someone who had been active as a fencing athlete since childhood.
She had wielded a blade for nearly twenty years.
“Please, finish your meal. I’ll wait for you.”
Baek Yu-jin spoke.
It was consideration for her opponent, and also the composure of someone stronger.
To a fencing gold medalist, the swordsmanship of ordinary people would seem like child’s play.
“Thank you.”
My goal was victory.
In achieving that, petty pride was nothing but a luxury.
For Eun-sung, who barely had time to drink a single mouthful of water, I was simply grateful.
Whether her intention was kindness or arrogance mattered little.
“Phew.”
Eun-sung drank water at ease thanks to Baek Yu-jin’s consideration and steadied my breathing.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, thanks to you.”
“Then….”
Clang!
Baek Yu-jin raised her rapier-shaped blade.
It was the salute, the fencing-specific greeting.
Ding—!
The bell signaling the start of the match rang out.
Whoosh!
Baek Yu-jin charged toward Eun-sung.
“…!”
In the moment I swung my axe without time to think.
Thwack!
The rapier pierced through Eun-sung’s shoulder.

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