The Regressor Can Make Them All-Chapter 372

From the very beginning, the Eternal Nocturne’s condition had been unstable. The body itself was alive, however, the mind was no longer present.

Without it, his replicas each perceived themselves as the main body instead, wielding their powers recklessly in a state of uncontrolled madness.

Yet, even then, the Eternal Nocturn’s instability hadn’t reached its worst. Much like Wurgen, whose mind had been put into a deep slumber, the Eternal Nocturne’s instincts were suppressed, leaving only involuntary reactions.

Drip-

However, the moment the curse shattered the last fragment of Wurgen’s remaining synesthetic mindscape, Wurgen succumbed to complete death. Now there was nothing, letting Tuner’s prepared synesthetic mindscape spread like poison.

Rumble!

The sky tore apart, revealing the world in which they now stood to be the Netherworld. An immense flood of darkness crashed down; the sheer amount was so overwhelming that the amount from the black pillar they had previously called a calamity now seemed trivial in comparison.

What... is this...?

Struggling to stand upright after the sudden shockwave threw him off balance, Richard trembled as he stared at the sky.

The tear was widening endlessly, allowing the amount of darkness pouring out to increase exponentially. An inconceivable amount—so much so that it could sweep across the entire continent and still have plenty to spare.

Richard was utterly overwhelmed by the sight, unable to tear his gaze away.

“Mister!”

Luize, the first to grasp the gravity of the situation, urgently approached with Amir and Sung-Ha in tow.

“I’m going to try to teleport us as far away as possible. Hold on to me tightly!”

Not wasting time, Luize infused her mana into the Ascension Ring, preparing for spatial teleportation. Seeing that, the three placed their hands on her shoulders and waited.

But unlike before, the spell didn’t activate immediately. The amount of darkness that was bleeding into their world from the Netherworld was so immense that it was crushing the surrounding space, destabilizing it.

“Urgh...!”

Thankfully, the Ascension Ring was imbued with Ludwig’s power, barely enabling it to resist the pressure, allowing Luize to cast the teleportation spell.

Sensing things were ready, Luize chanted the incantation. But just as the spell was about to activate...

Woong-

Richard felt a strange sensation in his left hand.

The thread of Soul Nail, which he had instinctively grabbed during the earlier shockwave, stretched taut in one direction. Following its path, Richard found the figure of the Eternal Nocturne at the end.

Because of the earlier impact, the seal had been loosened, allowing darkness from the Eternal Nocturne’s body to leak through. With every bit that escaped, the rate at which the Netherworld was bleeding into reality grew stronger.

“...”

Richard didn’t fully know what was going on. However, he had instinctively realized one thing: if the seal broke entirely, the invasion of the Netherworld would accelerate. If they attempted teleportation now, with him connected to the Soul Nail used, the consequences could be catastrophic.

The Netherworld’s darkness might flood in all at once, cancelling the teleportation... or we might be all crushed in the spatial rift.

If that happened, then not only would he die, but everyone else would perish as well.

Richard turned to look at the three who had risked their lives to protect him; they were all battered and worn out.

“Okay. In three, two, one...!”

Richard let go of Luize’s shoulder.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the three disappeared, their eyes wide in shock upon realizing in that split-second that they had left Richard behind.

“Ha... this feels kind of embarrassing.” Richard awkwardly scratched his head, now all alone.

It wasn’t something he usually did, and the unfamiliarity of it made him feel more regretful than proud. A sense of foolishness and shame lingered.

But that only lasted a moment. Renewing his resolve, Richard tightened his grip on the pure white thread and stared at the Eternal Nocturne at the other end of it.

But this is my mistake, after all.

If he had handled things properly back then, none of this would have happened. That was why cleaning up the mess was his responsibility. Determined, Richard forced his exhausted body forward and charged toward the Eternal Nocturne.

Swoosh-

The darkness pouring from the sky swept over him.

Damn it...!

The force of the sweeping darkness was beyond anything Richard could withstand. Going against the overwhelming pressure and flow made him feel as if his entire body was being torn apart.

Yet he held onto the thread with all his might, refusing to let go.

It’s all over if I let it go now!

The Soul Nail wasn’t just a seal—it was also the only thing protecting him from being consumed by the darkness. If he let go now, he would be consumed by the darkness without being able to resist.

Despite his desperate efforts to hold on to the string, though, his limits began to show.

Crack-

A fracture appeared in the barrier that surrounded Richard. Darkness crept its way in, staining his body like black ink dripping onto a canvas. Immediately, his senses began failing, as though the darkness were devouring them.

But even so, Richard gritted his teeth and forced his body to keep moving.

Clack!

Staying in place would only lead to further erosion and eventual death. Knowing that well, Richard pushed onward toward the Eternal Nocturne, ignoring the darkness consuming him faster. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

“Ahhh...!”

With half of his body merged with the darkness, the wails of the dead echoed in his ears. Even the sensations he could still feel began to twist. His legs had been the first to disappear, leaving him unable to tell if he was truly walking.

Thankfully, he could confirm his direction with his sole remaining left eye.

Shhh...

Soon enough, the pressure that had weighed down on him disappeared, and the wails of the dead grew fainter. Many would have assumed that he had simply grown accustomed to it. Richard, however, knew the truth, having been trained on the power of Boundaries directly from Wurgen since young.

I’m becoming one with the Netherworld.

The Netherworld had rejected him as a foreign entity at the start, creating the resistance pressure. But now that he had been partially consumed, that rejection turned into alignment. It meant only one thing: his death was imminent.

And as if mocking his realization, the darkness swallowed his remaining eye at that moment.

Step, step-

All he was left with now was the faint thought he was walking—he couldn’t confirm whether he truly was. Richard no longer had any way of knowing how much further he needed to go or even if he had already passed his destination.

What if I’ve already gone too far?

Maybe he had taken a wrong turn and was moving farther away.

By now, his thoughts, once clear, were scattering in all directions, dragged by the lingering resentment of the dead that permeated the Netherworld.

He felt as if his thoughts and soul were being torn apart. Yet, strangely, he also felt no aversion. In the first place, there was no pain, and the thought of rejecting the experience had also dissolved into the void already.

...Is this what death feels like?

He wasn’t sure if he had truly died, but regardless, as soon as the thought had crossed his mind, what little consciousness he had left began fading away. Just like that, the existence known as Richard Kruger completely dissolved into the darkness—

“You’re supposed to draw a line here.”

An unwelcome memory suddenly surged through his mind like a flash.

“You need to recognize where the ends of your existence are and that the outside world begins from here. That’s the first step to mastering the power of Boundaries.”

Wurgen’s voice, lecturing him as if this were all obvious, echoed in his mind. It brought up a choice selection of words, which even back then, Richard had thought as well.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“...Phew.”

Wurgen heaved a deep sigh.

“When you look at yourself, don’t you intuitively know where your body starts and ends? You just have to perceive that with your senses. Is that so hard?”

“But if I enter the Netherworld, my entire body disappears into the darkness...”

“Which is why... you know what, just forget it. I think you’re better off using your soul instead.”

“...My soul?”

Baffled by the strange suggestion, Richard had asked for clarification back then. And Wurgen, undeterred, had provided it.

“When humans have their five senses blocked, their mind and soul become sharper out of instinct. But that focus doesn’t last long. The forms of the body and soul are fundamentally different.”

“Hmm...”

“Simply put, just trust your instinct. Do that, and you’ll naturally perceive your body again.”

“...So I just have to trust my gut feeling?”

“Yes. Not that I think you’ll be able to do that, though.” Wurgen had been blunt.

At that moment, Richard had thought Wurgen was looking down on him. But in hindsight, Wurgen had been right. In the pitch-black void, surrounded by the whispers of wraiths, Richard still thought trusting himself and distinguishing his existence was no easy feat.

He, Wurgen’s son, was no exception.

Sigh, if these are my final moments flashing before my eyes, why couldn’t it be something nicer?

Reflecting on his youthful arrogance—when he thought himself uniquely gifted and special, only to be eventually cast aside and treated worse than anyone else—Richard couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Still, with nothing left to lose, he thought he would try one last time to draw the line.

Shhh...

A boundary formed around him in his mind, one he had drawn thousands of times in his imagination. But the figure was both him and not him—an uncanny, alien existence.

Is it... another failure?

Perhaps it would be better to believe that this entity wasn’t himself. With a wry smile, Richard was about to erase the line he had drawn.

“Hmm?”

But then the other “him” turned its head.

“You’re... ah, using a piece snatched from the lab, are you? This is truly something the President would think of.”

The figure mumbled some incomprehensible words before looking at Richard.

“I don’t usually like meddling with the dead, but... given the situation, I suppose it’s fine.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

With a shrug, the figure approached Richard. Simultaneously, the alignment of the mismatched boundary began straightening.

And when Richard finally gazed upon his face, recognizing himself within that darkness—

“This is how you draw it.”

Swish-

He found his own hand slicing through the air.

Crash!

The surrounding darkness disappeared like a lie, revealing a completely different scene. The once chaotic city, devastated by the calamities, now stood eerily peaceful, as if the destruction had been nothing more than a fleeting nightmare.

And across the serene cityscape, Se-Hoon appeared, standing there naturally. Had he always been there?

“...”

Richard couldn’t tell whether Se-Hoon was an illusion or if he had somehow invoked the power of Boundaries to bring about the change. But, because he found it more satisfying to believe it was the latter, he faintly curled his lips into a smile.

“I’ll leave the rest to you...”

With those words, Richard collapsed forward, completely spent. Thankfully, Se-Hoon caught him just before he hit the ground, and gently laid him down.

Looking up, Se-Hoon surveyed his surroundings. “This... is quite the mess.”

Although the darkness that had consumed the city had disappeared, the streets seemingly having been returned to their original state, the deaths that had occurred during the chaos were irreversible.

Countless lives had been lost because of one choice—his choice.

Inside Se-Hoon’s body, Wurgen, who had been silently observing the devastation, finally broke his silence.

“Do you really think you can clean all of this up?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation. “You’re a Perfect One, after all.”

A disaster caused by a Perfect One could only be undone by another Perfect One.

“If that’s the case, then... I guess there’s no other option.”

At Wurgen’s resigned response, Se-Hoon turned his thoughts to the Fatestone now nestled within his heart—the stone extracted from Wurgen before his existence had completely faded. While he didn’t yet fully understand its true nature, he knew there was only one thing left to do.

All his preparations were done.

Se-Hoon turned toward his enemies, ready to strike.

Bond Recreate

His heart pulsed violently.

***

In the middle of the South Pacific Ocean, deep within the Black Sea—one of the six Great Demon Realms—a crimson hue spread across the waters. Its ruler, the White Whale that had dominated the sea and devoured countless lives, had finally met its end. Its massive heart had been torn apart, spraying blood across the surrounding waters.

“Hehehe...”

Emerging from beneath, Tuner floated above the corpse, holding a dark crimson gemstone in his hand.

“I finally got my hands on it.”

Staring at the Harbinger Shard that was embedded inside the White Whale for a long time, Tuner’s heart pounded with excitement.

He had endured countless trials to claim the gem in his hands.

“How should I use this? Ah, if only I had two or three more of these.”

As Tuner muttered regretfully to himself, a lion-like beastman drenched in blood—the Beast King—emerged from the White Whale’s corpse, wiping his mouth with his arm.

“Tsk... All size and no substance. The heart’s got nothing.”

Frustrated that he hadn’t gained any special abilities after devouring the heart, Beast King clicked his tongue.

“The White Whale’s heart is more like a vault, so don’t get too disappointed. I’ll get you something better next time,” Tuner said with a shrug.

“Ooh... Could it be the Dream Demon’s heart?”

“Why would I waste something that precious on you? Stop dreaming and focus on salvaging the corpse.”

Crack!

All of a sudden, a sharp sound erupted from within Tuner’s body.

Realizing that Julia had triggered the curse he gave her immediately, Tuner opened his void pocket and threw the Harbinger Shard into it without hesitation.

“Run!”

“What?”

“Things have gone south! Run now!”

Using teleportation to escape would be faster, but if he were caught in the process, he risked losing everything. Not daring to take such a risk, Tuner abandoned the White Whale’s corpse and fled across the sea with Beast King.

Swish-

However, contrary to what they wished, a black hole opened ahead of them, which Se-Hoon stepped through.

Bang!

Beast King doubled in size and swung his claws, which were as sharp as swords. His instincts had screamed danger upon eye contact.

Now was no time to hold back. His survival depended on giving it everything he had from the start.

Splash!

But before his claws could reach their target, the White Whale’s undead form surged from the ocean depths, swallowing the Beast King whole. Within seconds, he disappeared without so much as a struggle.

The disappearance of his companion made Tuner curse internally, but he maintained a calm facade.

“Shouldn’t you confirm the kill?”

“He isn’t my priority.”

“I guess being too popular isn’t always good.”

Despite his flippant words, Tuner was carefully observing Se-Hoon.

Is he borrowing Wurgen’s power? I don’t know how he’s doing it, but he shouldn’t be able to maintain it for long.

In a way, that was a relief. The fact Se-Hoon was standing in front of him instead of Wurgen was proof that the monster was truly gone.

I don’t know how much of Wurgen’s power he can wield, but... my best option is to escape, regardless.

The gains they had secured today were more than worth it. Making some quick calculations, Tuner unleashed a storm of dozens of arms from within his coat, each one bursting out violently.

Swish-

But then, completely covering Tuner’s grotesque form, a multitude of Eyes of the Nether opened. Barely a blink had passed, yet Tuner realized his body was already completely immobilized.

Impossible...! This can’t... be happening.

He knew for sure that the power of Boundaries couldn’t be used in such a way. He had spent years studying Wurgen’s abilities. Out of everyone, he knew that better than anyone else.

Yet he had still been subdued in an instant?

“How...?”

Just as the question clawed at his mind, Se-Hoon spoke. “You’re not the main body, are you?”

He stared down at Tuner.

“I don’t know exactly how your ability works, but you’ve hidden your real self—your mind, or your soul—somewhere else. That’s why no matter how many times you’re killed, you keep coming back.”

Killing Tuner here would achieve nothing. However, that didn’t mean there was no way to deal with him.

“Killing you normally wouldn’t make much of a difference. But what if I forced you to experience countless deaths all at once?”

“...!”

Realizing something, Tuner’s eyes darted across his body, and he finally noticed. Engraved into his flesh were thousands of Eyes of the Nether, each surrounded by a faint trace of the power of Boundaries.

Se-Hoon hadn’t just immobilized him—he had shattered his body into thousands of pieces, each cursed to experience death repeatedly.

This... this is dangerous...!

Even though he had experienced death countless times, he couldn’t guarantee he would be able to come back if he were subjected to thousands of deaths at once. Panicking, Tuner opened his mouth to speak.

Rip!

But before he could utter a word, his body was torn apart, shredded into countless pieces.

“Whew...”

With Tuner dealt with, Se-Hoon turned his gaze toward the sea.

Beast King... must’ve escaped already.

He briefly considered chasing but decided against it. The Black Sea was too close to the Abyss of Demons, and delving deeper would only invite further danger.

So instead, he shifted his attention elsewhere.

Time to return what I’ve been given.

With the knowledge and understanding of Wurgen’s power gained through Bond Recreate, Se-Hoon turned toward the sky that was overlooking the world below. Peering down at the forsaken continent, abandoned by humanity and tainted by the abyss, through countless eyes, he combined necromancy with the power of the Boundaries and cast a spell.

Necromancy: Netherworld's Gates

Boom!

Massive gates emerged across the landscape. With a creak, the gates opened and darkness from the Netherworld poured out. Emerging after, hordes of undead marched toward their enemies.

Tuner had caused humanity to wage war against the undead, and now, it was the Demon Force’s turn to face the doom of an endless battle.

Feeling Bond Recreate’s effects fading, Se-Hoon turned to Wurgen, who was observing the Netherworld.

“What do you think?”

“...It feels unfamiliar.”

Though Wurgen’s rampage had lasted only a short time, its scale was immense, and the casualties had been severe.

From the influx of souls that had surged into the Netherworld, Wurgen could feel their emotions—fear, confusion, regret. Even the rare moments of relief were tinged with lingering attachments.

Yes.... Death has always been like this.

Death was supposed to come equally to all, but to those who faced it first, it felt anything but fair.

Is this really what I wanted to accept?

It had been a long life, and now, Wurgen had finally found his answer to the question that had haunted him throughout his life.

“I want to give them a chance.”

To those who suffered unjust deaths, miserable ends, or deaths filled with resentment, he wanted to offer another chance to reclaim their lives. Even if it defied fate or overturned the natural order, he truly, from the bottom of his heart, wished for such a world.

“Is that enough for you?”

Se-Hoon’s voice carried a note of finality, trying to confirm Wurgen’s conviction.

“Yes. That is enough.”

There was no hesitation.

Se-Hoon formed a hand seal, casting his final spell.

Infinite Reincarnation: Heaven Shrouded Eyes of the Netherworld

Across the world, black pillars erupted from the undead equipped with Soul Frame, darkening the sky. The scene in each area resembled the calamity that had just ended, except... the results were entirely different.

Swish-

Countless Eyes of the Nether appeared in the darkened sky. Each one gazed at a lifeless body scattered across the world.

Then, one by one, they slowly closed.

“Wha...?”

“I thought... I was... dead.”

Those who had been revived looked around in confusion, their injuries healed as if they had never happened. Death released its grip, leaving only life behind.

However, the cost of the miracle fell entirely on Wurgen.

As Wurgen’s consciousness began to dissolve, Se-Hoon asked one final question: “Things are going to get pretty chaotic, right?”

“Most likely.”

Though Wurgen would soon disappear, the laws he had inscribed upon the world would remain etched into its fabric. It was a fact that had already been proven before Se-Hoon regressed, when necromancers could still continue to draw power from the Netherworld despite Wurgen’s death.

“I only made this choice because of you, so you’d better handle the aftermath. If you fail, you’d best prepare to pay the price in your afterlife.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll manage.”

“The research materials I mentioned are in the lab. They might help... but knowing you, you’ll figure it out either way.”

Under normal circumstances, Wurgen wouldn’t have uttered such words, but now, he said them freely. Perhaps it was because the shackles that had once bound him were no longer holding him back. Or... simply because he knew it was his final moments.

“Practice the power of Boundaries more. There should be some changes to it now. It could cost you if you’re too careless.”

“Of course.”

“The Einherjars will follow your commands unless something extraordinary happens. Use them as you see fit. And...”—Wurgen trailed off, gazing into the distance—“Leave the UD group in Richard’s hands. He seems capable enough.”

His voice was calm.

“Understood.”

Having said everything he needed to, Wurgen looked up at the final Eye of the Nether.

And then, in a serene voice, he whispered, “I’m going to take a break now.”

With those words, the final Eye of the Nether closed forever.

Wurgen’s consciousness had vanished from the world.

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