The Regressor Plays the Game Too Well - Chapter 139

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Episode 139
139
The Roar of the Celestial Dragon God.
A colossal dragon, vast enough to swallow an entire city whole, opened its maw wide.
The world was drenched in light.
And Kaiser’s forces were utterly annihilated.
Craaaaaaaaaaaash!
Watching his legion vanish as if erased by an eraser, Kaiser could only shake his head in disbelief.
What in the world was that just now?
Magic?
A skill?
No—could such a phenomenon even be possible, no matter how one rationalized it?
By rough estimate alone, over a thousand units had vanished in a single instant.
Or perhaps even more than that.
It seemed approximately one-third of his forces had been erased.
“Unbelievable power.”
“Even if we fall today, it was worth coming.”
At Raigan and Valen’s words, Kaiser nodded in agreement.
That man was no longer a player like themselves.
It was only right to acknowledge that reality.
Kaiser assessed his entire army with this understanding.
All were dazed by the overwhelming display of power.
Yet there remained those whose resolve burned undiminished.
They had steeled themselves long before arriving here.
And most of the players present were elite-tier combatants.
They understood the obvious truth.
To unleash such a skill, he must have incurred considerable cost himself.
With that reasoning, they would not flee.
Kaiser harbored similar thoughts.
“All of you, listen!”
As Kaiser’s voice rang out, every ear turned toward him.
Unified under the Allied Forces banner, they could hear his words with perfect clarity.
“He can likely use such a skill several more times. Though the power may diminish compared to that display, never doubt his reserves!”
His words carried an undertone of defeat.
But.
“Only by understanding his limits can we claim victory in the future.”
The Allied Forces responded to Kaiser’s cry, resonating with his resolve.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
A thunderous roar erupted from the assembled forces.
And.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunderous sound of footsteps shaking the very earth.
The vibrations rippled outward in all directions.
A surge of energy coursed through them.
Morale soared to new heights.
Kaiser roared at them.
“Charge!”
For victory.
Even if immediate triumph eluded them.
We shall claim victory in the end.
At his command—laden with such conviction—they all surged forward.
Nearly two thousand soldiers rushing toward Jin-woo.
At the sight, Jin-woo’s brow furrowed.
As if it could be otherwise.
‘Insane.’
Their morale was extraordinary.
To be honest, Jin-woo had deployed his most powerful skills from the start, hoping to diminish their resolve somewhat.
Yet it had accomplished nothing—merely reducing their numbers?
This was actually a disadvantage.
With an exasperated expression, he drew forth the Demon Blade and Eucria’s greatsword.
Then he combined the remaining skills at his disposal.
Since MP was insufficient, he attached all MP recovery skills and created a new skill.
If numbers were against him, he would simply increase them.
“Rise.”
A skill forged through fusion arts, blending undead-related abilities with MP recovery techniques.
With Overload applied on top, the legion of the undead evolved.
The Immortal King’s summons.
All answered the overwhelming call of the king.
The corpses of users who had just fallen rose once more, materializing in the center of Kaiser’s formation.
A staggering force of nearly a thousand soldiers.
Moreover, their levels and strength appeared formidable.
Kaiser’s brow furrowed at the sight.
Yet this was actually favorable.
‘So he possesses necromancer power as well.’
And such an extraordinary necromancer skill at that—capable of summoning over a thousand.
It was difficult to believe he wielded such a devastating area skill alongside this, yet there was no need to comprehend it.
One simply had to accept it.
Kaiser thought thus and shouted to his soldiers.
“Minimize forces against the undead—focus all efforts on him!”
He had unleashed such a tremendous skill twice already.
There was no way he could have any MP remaining.
No, the fact that he’d used it twice in the first place didn’t make sense.
But he had used it.
Targeting Jin-woo was the right call.
Of course, whether he could actually catch him was another matter entirely.
Kaiser’s thoughts were proving correct.
Jin-woo checked his remaining MP.
It was completely depleted.
‘I can’t use skills for a while.’
The Alchemist’s elixir had already been consumed as well.
I’d have to wait until it recovered.
But I couldn’t just stand idle either.
Some of them were dealing with a thousand undead, while others were rushing at me separately.
And I could sense it clearly.
‘The ones coming at me are probably the elite units, aren’t they?’
The stronger ones.
I wondered what it would be like to face them in close combat without MP.
I found myself genuinely looking forward to it.
With that thought, I checked my body.
As I stepped forward, Barmon beside me couldn’t help but mutter under his breath.
“In, insane.”
The display was absolutely overwhelming.
A sight that couldn’t be captured on video.
He stepped forward confidently against three thousand enemies and swept away a thousand of them in a single strike.
And then he turned those thousand into his own soldiers.
Could anyone believe what they were seeing with their own eyes?
Barmon swallowed hard without realizing it.
To be honest, when Kaiser first made contact, he was tempted.
Because he didn’t like Jin-woo.
The man who overwhelmingly defeated him the moment he entered the main tournament.
But even so, he disliked Kaiser even more, so he had rejected the proposal.
And Barmon truly believed he’d made the right choice.
‘A one-man army.’
Wasn’t this the very pinnacle of what could be called a one-man army?
Barmon watched as the undead legion blocked the enemies charging toward them.
Could he ever reach such heights?
Mage.
A job called the God of Magic.
A hidden class capable of learning all magic and channeling tremendous power through any spell.
A hidden class that can learn all types of magic and imbue any spell with tremendous power.
But.
‘I simply cannot imagine it.’
I couldn’t fathom myself becoming like Jin-woo, no matter how hard I tried.
Even if I grew stronger, could I ever accomplish such feats?
Barmon had an immediate answer to that question.
Such a thing would never come to pass.
I gave up.
No, it would be more accurate to say I was merely reaffirming what I already knew.
Still, might I one day grow similar to him?
Such fantasies crossed my mind, but they were utterly baseless.
I would struggle merely to follow in Jin-woo’s footsteps.
Thus, Barmon gazed upon Jin-woo and asked.
“Is there anything I can assist you with?”
“Yes, my MP is depleted at the moment. Guard my rear, will you?”
“Yes, understood!”
I answered with vigor and activated Fly for mobility.
The moment Barmon cast Fly, Jin-woo surged forward.
He advanced to engage the battlefield swiftly.
And Barmon rose into the air behind him, pursuing Jin-woo directly.
But.
‘You’re far too fast.’
He’d said his MP was exhausted.
So he couldn’t use a single skill.
Yet his speed was overwhelming even for Barmon to match.
No—Jin-woo had already grown so distant he appeared as a mere speck.
I strained to close the gap, but the distance had widened too much.
I had to prepare from here if I was to be of any use.
Barmon thought thus, readying his skills as he waited to cover Jin-woo’s rear.
Even so, he never ceased flying, constantly striving to narrow the distance.
Meanwhile, Jin-woo soared toward Kaiser’s Allied Forces, watching Luna perched upon his shoulder, giggling with delight.
“Luna, join in.”
“Chirp!”
Seeing Luna respond as if she understood, Jin-woo accelerated further.
Luna too vanished swiftly, flying toward a different section of the battlefield.
She would handle her portion flawlessly.
Now the only concern was Jin-woo himself.
His MP was depleted, and his buffs were incomplete.
Yet it mattered little.
Gazing upon the players before me, I smiled wickedly and swung my blade.
They saw my attack and attempted to raise their shields in response, but.
In that instant, my sword strikes accelerated even further.
Before the shield could fully rise, my blade found the user’s neck.
Slice!
But they didn’t die in a single blow.
So they truly were a first-rate user after all?
I smiled at the sight.
Yes, this is what makes it fun.
If they just collapsed one after another, where would the enjoyment be?
Wouldn’t you agree?
With that thought, after my blade passed through, I watched the user belatedly raise their shield, and I swept my leg out in a vicious kick.
In an instant, a tremendous sonic boom erupted.
Boom!
Like a cannonball fired from a cannon, the user flew backward at tremendous speed.
And the users in the row behind them were helplessly pushed back as well.
They seemed to have taken considerable damage too.
And the tank user who received my kick turned to ash and vanished.
It was all executed with precise calculation.
This much was child’s play.
After pushing back one flank, I saw enemies pouring in from the other side, so I swung my sword with renewed ferocity.
Slice! Slice! Slice!
“Block it! Block it!”
“We can’t block it!”
The blade curved like a living creature, attacking with such subtlety that defense became nearly impossible.
One strike led to a relentless barrage of follow-ups.
If my style were merely brute force, they could have swarmed me recklessly, but that wasn’t the case.
Overwhelming technique.
Their morale, which had been climbing endlessly, began to waver.
Unable to let that stand, I grinned wickedly and swung my sword even faster.
Slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash!
The users around me instantly scattered into ash, scattering in all directions.
Ash swirled around me, and nothing could approach.
Faced with what appeared to be my own domain, everyone instinctively retreated.
A scene that looked like a swordsman of ash itself.
Regardless, I charged madly toward another group and swung my blade with abandon.
And then.
“H-here! There’s a mad fairy!”
Boom-crash-bang!
Crash!
Thud!
At someone’s cry, I could see users from another direction of the Allied Forces flying through the air.
And every single one of those airborne users scattered into ash in mid-air.
What on earth was happening?
“Kwaaaaagh!”
“Kheuk!”
“Gack!”
The Allied Forces wore expressions of disgust at the bizarre phenomenon, while I couldn’t help but smile.
Luna was performing beautifully.
Still, with two thousand enemies remaining, even I was beginning to feel the fatigue.
But that’s fine.
We have a thousand soldiers of our own.
I hope this continues as it is.
Whoosh!
Three figures rushed rapidly through the Allied Forces’ ranks.
Seeing them, I furrowed my brow.
I recognized those faces well.
Kaiser, Valen, and Raigan.
As they charged forward, they shouted.
“Support us!”
“Protect Kaiser while attacking with everything you have!”
“Everyone, attack!”
Kaiser and Valen rushed forward simultaneously, crying out their orders.
And Raigan, maintaining distance from them and providing support from the rear as a Mage.
It was an undeniably perfect combination.
If Raigan, the Mage, assisted them, and they attacked me in turn?
Then they actually had a chance.
One might argue that if Kaiser dies, they lose their commander, making the entire strategy meaningless.
But that’s a perspective that sees only half the picture.
First, look at this.
The moment Kaiser steps forward, their expressions brighten and their morale surges.
Tactically speaking, Kaiser would certainly be safer in the rear.
There was no real reason to charge in from the battle’s outset.
But if they charge in like this and boost morale?
The effect is far better than expected.
‘Still, if he dies, it’s all meaningless.’
In other words, high risk, high reward.
But that’s precisely why I focused on this point.
What if there were no high risk?
Is that even possible?
Entirely possible.
‘Does he have a resurrection item?’
I couldn’t help but think that way.
After all, the Pantheon occasionally yielded items of extraordinary rarity.
If that were the case, it was reasonable to assume Kaiser possessed one such item.
‘Good. Come at me then.’
As Jin-woo watched Kaiser and Valen clash, a smile played across his lips.
For some reason, the battle was growing increasingly captivating.

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