Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 482: King of the Beasts

The Sacred Enger Plains—a land blessed by the gods, the heart of the continent, the foundation of empires. For as long as history has been written, this land has fed nations, sustained wars, and stood as both battlefield and prize.

Even a place as vast as the Enger Plains has an end.

If one continues southward, the fertile fields gradually wither. The air grows dry, carrying the scent of dust. The sun climbs higher, looming over all, and the heat rises, suffocating the breath in one's throat.

At that border stands Ende.

Beyond this point, they say, stretches an endless forest—an ocean of trees.

But to any ordinary human, Ende is the final frontier.

Especially now, with the fall of the Golden Kingdom and the Royal Kingdom, trade has halted, and Ende feels more than ever like the edge of the world.

"This is Ende."

The Regressor gestured toward the city sprawled out before them.

The walls were more fences than fortifications—built not to keep out humans, but to keep out beasts.

Yet, inside the city, it was as wild as the wilderness outside.

Buildings stood in chaotic disarray, their heights mismatched, giving the skyline the jagged appearance of uneven teeth.

Every rooftop and alley was cluttered with makeshift structures and everyday belongings.

The streets splintered unpredictably, branching off and ending abruptly, as if the city had been built on pure possibility rather than any kind of plan.

And the people—they were just as varied as the buildings.

Ordinary humans could typically be distinguished by hair color, height, and body shape.

But in Ende, ears and tails were just as essential for recognition.

Rounded, pointed, long, folded, raised, bushy... descriptors that had no place in normal human conversation became key characteristics here.

Beastmen filled the streets.

Some, overwhelmed by the congested crowds, leapt onto rooftops for easier passage.

Tails swayed unpredictably, knocking into people and causing countless minor accidents.

Many navigated by scent rather than sight, leading to constant collisions in the street.

Ende was so chaotic that no one would question a newcomer blending in.

The Regressor led Hughes and Azzy to a large mansion on the outskirts of the city.

"You'll need a base, so I bought you a house."

He said it so casually, like he had just picked up groceries.

Then he opened the doors, revealing a fortune inside.

Potions. Magic tools. Alchemical gold.

Each one valuable enough to warrant an auction, yet he handed them over as if they were nothing.

The Regressor had just thrown an economy’s worth of wealth into Ende, enough to trigger mass inflation in the city.

"Alright. I'm putting you in charge of this mansion. I'll give you all the funds and supplies you need. If you want, I can introduce you to my connections."

For all the resources he was investing, the Regressor’s request was surprisingly simple.

"Defeat the King of Wolves."

"That's... quite the investment for something that might not even work."

"Even if you fail, it’s something that has to be done anyway. I just want to see what the King of Humans and the King of Dogs will do. I’ll help, but how you go about it is entirely up to you."

It was an uncertain bet.

Even with all this backing, Hughes was still incomplete.

There was no guarantee he could stop the King of Wolves.

Honestly, he wasn’t confident.

He would have preferred to delay until he had fully regained his strength.

But the Regressor dangled an irresistible bait in front of him.

"If you do this, I'll show you everything I know about the Demon Gods."

"You're serious?"

"Completely."

‘It doesn’t matter to me either way. Even if Hughes truly defeats the King of Wolves, that just means one less disaster to deal with in the next loop. I’ll just make that part of my new routine.’

‘And if he falls to the King of Sins after seeing the Demon Gods, I’ll just lie to him in the next loop. Tell him I’ll show them and then never do it.’

"Like hell I'd fall for that!"

Hughes could see right through him.

"Anyway, take your time preparing. I’ve got business to handle in Ende."

"What kind of business?"

"Investments. Business ventures. That sort of thing."

‘Let’s see... Soon, the Herald of Pestilence will arrive, sparking a surge in cult activity. The vassal states will close their borders, citing quarantine, leading to tensions with the Empire. I can’t stop it, but I can mitigate the damage.’

‘The Purple Merchant Guild should be in Ende right now, looking to establish new trade routes. I need to warn them and secure medical supplies before the situation explodes.’

The Regressor was actually saving the world.

Hughes had always assumed he was just messing around.

But no.

This guy was actually trying to prevent mass slaughter.

‘Wait a damn second. You forgot about that in the last loop? You let an entire massacre happen just because you forgot?!’

The Regressor tossed Hughes a keyring, its weight matching the expectations being placed on him.

"I’m leaving this to you. Do whatever you want with it, King of Humans. King of Dogs."

"Haaah... Seems like a heavy responsibility. But for the sake of our promise, I'll do it right."

"Woof."

Both Hughes and Azzy nodded, determination in their eyes.

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And then, a month passed.

The mansion rang with the furious screams of the Regressor.

"GET OUT!!!"

In the beginning, he wasn’t too worried.

When he left the mansion, Hughes was still settling in.

"Alright, fine. He deserves a break. If he takes the money and runs, well... it wouldn’t be the first time."

The privileged confidence of someone who always had a backup plan.

The Regressor was testing him, leaving the mansion just to see what would happen.

But what he didn’t expect...

Was that a well-fed beast has no need to hunt.

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About two weeks ago, the Regressor returned from a mission to find Hughes and Azzy sprawled out on the mansion floor, completely relaxed.

"...Still resting? No, they must just be taking a break between tasks."

He let it slide.

Then he left again.

And when he returned three more times, nothing had changed.

Finally, he realized the truth.

"YOU HAVEN’T DONE A SINGLE DAMN THING!!!"

The mansion had barely changed.

The only difference was that the money in the vault had gone down.

Hughes and Azzy had spent it all on food and sleep.

They had been lounging so much that they had literally gotten fatter.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"What do you mean? I’m the King of Humans."

"Woof! Me, dog!"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I ASKED, YOU PARASITES! YOU SAID YOU’D FIGHT THE KING OF WOLVES—WHAT HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN DOING?!"

I remained sprawled on the wooden floor, my expression one of absolute resolve.

"We’ve been stockpiling."

"Woof~."

"Stockpiling? Stockpiling what?!"

The Regressor stormed forward and flipped the entire wooden floor we were lying on.

The well-fed dog and human, who had been basking in a month of peace, were caught off guard and scrambled helplessly.

Looking down at the two kings crawling pitifully on the floor, the Regressor roared in frustration.

"If you were training, that’d be one thing! But all you’ve stockpiled is fat! What the hell is this?! Are you planning to offer yourselves as tastier prey to the King of Wolves?!"

"No, it’s just that we weren’t ready to take down the King of Wolves yet."

"THAT’S WHY I GAVE YOU A MANSION AND MONEY—TO GET READY! You said you were looking for the Demon Gods! Don’t you need my help?!"

Honestly, I had already figured out the Regressor’s plan.

I could just read his thoughts if I needed anything from him.

So, I decided to take it easy while pretending to work.

I didn’t even bother standing up as I lazily replied.

"But once I started resting, it was just so comfortable... before I knew it, I ended up reeeally taking it easy."

"That’s not taking it easy! That’s being a freeloading bum! And you call yourself the King of Humans?!"

"Even the unemployed are human. And the King of Humans... is also the King of the Unemployed."

"Try being the King of Responsible People for once!!!"

‘I figured he might try to run away... but I never imagined he’d do nothing at all! Does he not realize how serious this is?! Every minute, every second, is critical!’

Hmm.

But think about it.

The King of Sins only emerges when the world is doomed, right?

So as long as I keep existing, he won’t appear.

Which means...

I just need to stay full, warm, and relaxed for the rest of my life.

That’s the best solution, isn’t it?

"You weren’t like this in the Military State! What happened to you?!"

"Oh, well, back in the Military State, I had to live intensely to escape being exploited."

I glanced toward the vault in the corner of the room.

The vault the Regressor had left behind was stuffed with alchemized gold.

No matter how much I spent, it never seemed to run out.

It was a bottomless well.

And a bottomless well is meant to be used.

"Here in Ende, where everything is free and wild... I had money. And with money, nothing was impossible."

"So, I started keeping track of the city’s movements and... well... I had some very good encounters."

"I ended up having so many people do things for me... I kind of got lazy."

The Regressor, still fuming, narrowed his eyes.

"You actually met someone?"

"Of course. Ende doesn’t have strict rules, and its residents are strongly individualistic. Naturally, people form clans to survive."

"Since Ende is mostly beastmen, those clans are divided based on their species."

"I started interacting with them to get a better read on the city."

"Hmph. So you weren’t just doing nothing after all."

"How could I? I mean, come on. Even if I wanted to do nothing forever, I had to at least pretend to be productive at ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) first."

"So I spread money around to connect with various clans and...."

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats echoed outside the mansion.

Azzy’s ears perked up.

A voice called out from beyond the gates.

"Hughes! Are you home?!"

"Ah, speak of the devil. Give me a second."

Perfect timing.

I stood up leisurely and walked to the door.

The Regressor, though still annoyed, seemed at least slightly relieved that I had some connections.

‘An informant? He must’ve called someone to the mansion instead of seeking them out himself. I mean, no matter how lazy he is, there’s no way he just sat around doing nothing all this time, right?’

...Hate to break it to you, but you might be disappointed.

I opened the door.

Standing there, beaming with a bright, energetic smile, was a freckled horse beastman girl.

She chirped cheerfully:

"Express delivery! Three portions of beef stew and boiled meat, right?"

"With bones attached. That’s right, isn’t it?"

"Pffft! Of course! You've ordered the same thing so many times, there’s no way I’d get it wrong!"

Thud, thud, thud.

The horse beastman pulled packaged food from her metal case and set it down before me.

Azzy, who had quietly padded up to my feet, was already drooling, staring intently at the meal.

Over the past month, Azzy had learned.

When hoofbeats stopped in front of the door, it meant food had arrived.

The moment the horse beastman placed the meat down, Azzy snatched it up and immediately began picking the bones clean.

"That'll be 40 alkes! If you return the alchemized containers, you’ll get 1.5 alkes refunded!"

"Here. Keep the change. That’s nothing."

"Wow! So generous!"

The horse beastman threw me a big thumbs-up, then snapped her bag shut.

"Well then, enjoy your meal! Express delivery—returning to base!"

And just like that, she galloped off, her horseshoe-clad heels clanking against the stone road.

Horse beastmen had far stronger legs than humans, so their shoes wore out quickly.

They needed horseshoes to prevent them from going through footwear too fast.

See?

This is why horse beastmen are the best for deliveries.

I closed the door and turned back with the food.

The Regressor, who had watched everything unfold from start to finish, was trembling with barely restrained rage.

"...And that’s how I got friendly with the service industry clans. We’ve formed a cooperative relationship—"

"THAT’S NOT A COOPERATION! THAT’S JUST YOU FIGURING OUT HOW TO BE EVEN LAZIER!"

Busted.