The Regressor Plays the Game Too Well - Chapter 111

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Episode 111
Episode 111
What’s the most important thing when hunting users?
Not letting them scatter.
No matter how strong you are, it’s natural that facing multiple opponents simultaneously is difficult.
But when dealing with a Mage?
The situation changes slightly.
You must space yourselves out, but not too far apart.
Because the difference in that spacing could catch everyone in the blast.
Tesian, the guild master of the Moru Guild, was one of those who excelled at forming such formations.
That’s precisely why the Moru Guild could lead the way in Jerba.
I was heading toward the location where someone presumed to be Barmon was.
The numbers were a staggering thirteen.
If I only considered the headcount, the odds of victory were overwhelmingly high, but Tesian never let his guard down.
‘Even if he was eliminated quickly, my opponent was the champion Hwang Kyung-ma-jeol.’
So I couldn’t afford to be careless.
In other words, wasn’t it just bad luck to have fought the champion?
It was only natural to enter combat keeping in mind that Barmon could still be formidable.
Just like always.
How could one become a frontrunner without understanding even these basics?
Naturally, Tesian was also one of the outstanding users.
But something felt slightly off.
‘Is this really Barmon?’
It still felt uncertain.
The last time I met Barmon, I confirmed he was hunting in a different area.
So he must have relocated his territory here.
Since he wasn’t receiving the initial rewards from that other location anymore.
But he suddenly came here.
There were many possibilities to consider.
That he had exhausted all the initial rewards there and moved here.
If that’s the case, it would be better to deal with him now.
So he never causes trouble again.
But what if that wasn’t the case?
What if this person wasn’t Barmon at all?
That would be even more problematic.
‘There was definitely no user ahead of us besides Barmon.’
A frontrunner ahead of the Moru Guild’s members.
And a solo frontrunner like Barmon at that?
This is dangerous.
This could mean losing dominance over this region.
Either way, it was better to capture them now.
That way, my future operations would become far more convenient.
With that intention, I moved to strike the figure.
But what was this?
“Hmm, thirteen of you?”
“….”
A robed user, as if they had been waiting.
The face wasn’t clearly visible, but judging by the build, it didn’t seem to be Barmon.
Even that much was uncertain from this distance.
Should I get closer?
But the figure had already noticed us.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
All the Guild members turned and looked back at Tesian.
As if asking what to do.
They stood ready to move at the first command.
Tesian observed this and considered.
I don’t sense Barmon’s presence.
But that didn’t really matter.
‘We have the numerical advantage.’
Given the robes, they were a Mage.
Hadn’t they come prepared to face the Mage Barmon?
So regardless, I would capture this figure.
The moment I gave the word, my Guild members would move.
The shield-bearing tanks would surge forward at the vanguard, followed by melee damage dealers rushing in to attack the target.
The finishing blow would come from the Mages and archers positioned in the rear.
A raid-level onslaught would descend upon them.
‘No matter how skilled Barmon is, they can’t escape this. Let’s see how long you can hold out.’
With that thought, Tesian issued the command using the attack pattern they had discussed beforehand.
Or rather, I was about to.
But something came faster.
“Howling Razor Wind.”
The figure’s incantation.
Even at first hearing, it was a wide-area attack.
That was fine.
The broader the magic, the longer the casting delay.
If we charged in and attacked before the spell completed, it wouldn’t be too late.
But what was this?
Shzzzzzzzzzzzzt!
In an instant, a terrifying razor wind began to sweep across the area, slicing through flesh.
A cutting gale that froze all the ground white.
Every Guild member caught in the maelstrom was crushed without exception.
A message appeared confirming self-defense, since they had already attempted to strike first.
Tesian, who barely escaped the range of the cutting wind, looked around with bewildered eyes.
He couldn’t believe it, yet he couldn’t deny the spectacle unfolding before him.
Every Guild member except himself had vanished in a single strike.
“Hah… huff.”
How in the world had this happened?
Unable to comprehend the situation, Tesian stared at the robed user standing before him.
It was an extraordinary skill.
An overwhelming skill.
Yet precisely because of this, Tesian reacted swiftly without thinking.
A skill with that much power?
In other words, it had to be an ultimate ability.
Surely such an ultimate ability couldn’t exist in multiples.
Tesian was certain of it.
And he moved quickly.
Had he been a fool who stood there in shock, he would never have made it this far.
Gripping his greatsword, he rushed forward and charged at the figure.
And the moment he closed the distance.
Tesian could be certain.
‘I’ve won!’
This strike wouldn’t kill the bastard.
But the moment he allowed this close distance, the Mage had already lost.
Apparently exhausted from using such a powerful skill.
Yet even so, he shouldn’t have surrendered the distance so easily.
Had Tesian not defeated Mages like this countless times before?
He believed this time would be no different.
At least, until he spotted an ominous blade emerging from the Mage’s robes.
Clang!
“Ugh.”
He swung his greatsword, but was pushed back with a metallic ring against the Mage’s weapon.
This was a situation he couldn’t comprehend at all.
What was this? How was this possible?
Seeing Tesian’s confusion, the user smiled faintly and spoke.
“You’re quite skilled.”
“…Quite skilled, you say?”
It was an absurd thing to say.
Yet Tesian swallowed dryly as he stared at his trembling hands.
Then he looked at the blade that had repelled his greatsword.
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t make sense of it.
His blade looked thinner than mine, and his strength seemed inferior.
More importantly, wasn’t this guy a Mage?
Yet he swung a sword, and I was the one pushed back?
And I took damage doing it?
In that moment, he moved.
Just as I thought to react and grip my greatsword tighter—
he appeared right in front of my face.
“What, what!? A skill!?”
“No. I just moved?”
He said that and swung his sword once more.
It was so fast that Tesian barely managed to track the movement, using his greatsword as a shield to block the blade.
Then—
*SCREEEEEECH!*
“Ugh.”
He blocked and was pushed straight backward.
A long line was gouged into the earth, and I could see the sword’s durability had dropped critically.
The man I’d clearly thought was a Mage just moments ago was using a sword?
Standing there dazed with a bewildered expression—
he appeared before my eyes again.
I didn’t even feel him move.
Startled, I desperately tried to block—
*Squelch!*
“Now this is a skill.”
“Gah—”
That was Tesian’s end.
Watching Tesian die so pathetically, unable to do anything at all, the Mage—no, Jin-woo—let out a soft laugh.
Well, with such a massive level and stat difference, it was stranger that he’d lasted this long.
I shook my head, thinking it was only natural.
The only remotely interesting opponent here would be Barmon.
No, even Barmon would be no match for me.
Yet the Moru Guild loses to someone like Barmon, don’t they?
This shouldn’t be boring at all.
Jin-woo thought about it casually and examined what he’d obtained from this PVP.
“Oh!”
As expected, since the city was Jerba, the dropped items were mostly crafting materials, and the items I obtained from defeating them were also mostly materials.
Among them were quite rare ones too.
The haul was bigger than expected.
But that wasn’t why I came here.
These were merely bonus income.
“What really matters is defeating the boss.”
Of course, I didn’t expect it to be entertaining.
For me to find enjoyment here, the dungeon would need to present a genuine challenge, but no matter how I thought about it, that didn’t seem likely.
“Then shall we go?”
I needed to obtain the sword recipe quickly.
* * *
As expected, everything unfolded exactly as I had predicted.
The Living Armor’s boss.
It was stronger than I anticipated, but still well within my expected parameters.
The time it took me to finish the creature didn’t even reach a full minute.
That was only because I held back.
If I had used my skills, it would have been several times faster.
But regardless, I obtained something excellent.
『Random Sword Crafting Recipe』
*Grade: Unique
→You can obtain a Random Sword Crafting Recipe.
“Excellent.”
I smiled as I examined the item, whose description was refreshingly concise.
Now I just needed to use this to obtain a Unique Sword Crafting Recipe and craft it.
With this, there was no need to remain in Jerba any longer.
Though I could always return if needed.
There were no major issues.
In any case.
Strike while the iron is hot, as they say.
Should I open it right now?
With that thought, I immediately used the recipe.
Then a brilliant, radiant purple light burst forth.
“Huh? What?”
I had casually expected to draw something.
Even a Unique grade would have satisfied me.
Normally, a Unique should emit a golden light.
But what was this?
Purple light appearing here?
Purple light.
In other words, that meant Epic grade.
An Epic grade suddenly appearing here?
‘Wait a moment.’
An Epic recipe?
The skills I possess are Legendary grade, are they not?
Naturally, additional bonuses exist.
Moreover, there’s the First Title I possess.
Above all, every single attempt up until now had resulted in complete success.
Which means…?
*Gulp*
Upon seeing an unexpected color, Jin-woo waited for the message with a bewildered expression.
And then.
[Congratulations! You have obtained the Typhoon Isis Recipe (Epic) from the Random Sword Crafting Recipe (Unique).]
Typhoon Isis?
Even Jin-woo had never heard of such an item before.
But wasn’t it a name that sounded promising just from hearing it?
With that very thought, Jin-woo unfolded the recipe.
And
『Typhoon Isis Recipe』
*Grade: Epic
→A recipe that allows you to craft Typhoon Isis.
→Upon use, you can view the Typhoon Isis Recipe details.
*Typhoon Isis is classified as one of the Divine Blades.
*Only one Divine Blade of each type can be crafted.
*Divine Blades can only be crafted with a special hammer.
Divine Blade.
The opposite of a Demonic Blade, an item whose power is evaluated to be half a tier above Demonic Blades.
And I had obtained its recipe?
From a random recipe acquired in such an easy dungeon at that?
“Hah.”
I was so astonished I couldn’t even speak.
Jin-woo stared blankly at it and swallowed hard.
Actually, my plan after this was to complete Mjolnir.
I had obtained a fragment of Mjolnir.
Completing it was only natural.
Of course, I hadn’t intended to rush it.
I had only just learned the crafting skill.
A hammer like Mjolnir wasn’t urgent anyway.
But now I had to revise my plans somewhat.
‘It looks like I need to modify my plans.’
I had to prioritize completing Mjolnir above all else.
Only then could I craft Typhoon Isis.
Though my plans required significant revision, a smile never left Jin-woo’s face.
I was actually obtaining a Divine Blade?
Truth be told, Jin-woo hadn’t been thinking of acquiring a Divine Blade.
After all, I already had the Divine Spear Brewnack.
I had wondered if I really needed one, but now I could actually craft it.
This advantage is quite substantial.
Then my next destination is decided.
The volcanic village where I can complete Mjolnir.
“We’re heading to Ponia.”

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