The Regressor Can Make Them All-Chapter 376

Back in his dormitory, Se-Hoon sat down on the living room sofa and reexamined the Relationship he had formed with Richard.

[Relationship: Inheritance]

[Inheriting another’s will comes with challenges different from pursuing one’s own path.

There will be endless compromises that can lead to losing oneself, but if one solidifies their own resolve within that process, they can carve out an even stronger path for their future.

Whatever that path becomes, the nature of it will influence the Relationship’s future development.

*A Fatestone is created each time the subject inherits something.

*The maturation rate of the Fatestone increases whenever the subject follows the inherited will.

*The probability of the subject’s synesthetic mindscape manifesting inside the Fatestone increases when the subject wields the inherited power in accordance with the inherited will.

*Currently created Fatestones: 2]

“ ...”

The conditions for Fatestone creation and manifesting the synesthetic mindscape within seemed favorable. He still didn’t fully understand the detailed effects yet, but given Richard’s talent and skills, Se-Hoon believed Richard’s Fatestone would perform at least above average.

Yet, despite that, Se-Hoon’s expression was grim. No matter how he looked at it, something about the description felt off.

Have I ever passed anything down to Richard that could be considered an inheritance?

If it was referring to the UD Group and Eternal Nocturne’s Phalanx, then it made some sense. But from the wording alone, it was clear the information message’s definition of inheritance was something else entirely.

It wasn’t about material possessions but another’s will—in other words, their synesthetic mindscape. And Se-Hoon was certain that he had never shared such an exchange with Richard.

If anyone did... it would be Wurgen and Richard.

Wurgen, in his final moments, had acknowledged Richard. And Richard, in turn, accepted that acknowledgment. That meant the sudden level increase in his bond with Richard to three wasn’t something Se-Hoon had done.

“...This is a headache.”

Ruffling his hair in frustration, Se-Hoon let out a deep sigh as he stared at the ceiling.

But now that I think about it, the signs were there.

Even though no bond had been established with Wurgen, he had still extracted a Fatestone from Wurgen’s remnants and cast Bond Recreate with it. Considering how Bond Recreate was a skill with as many side effects as benefits, such a development wasn’t exactly surprising.

Still... it feels different from before.

Previously, when his synesthetic mindscape had been on the verge of collapse, his body—honed through Soul Honing—had continuously warned him of the impending danger. Yet there were no such signs now, even though his unique skill was showing abnormalities.

There were neither sudden ruptures of his synesthetic mindscape nor blood spewing from his mouth.

“Hmm...”

Just what had changed between then and now? As Se-Hoon carefully pieced together past events in his mind, trying to figure it out, a specific memory resurfaced.

[Extracting bond from subject ‘Wurgen Kruger’]

[The bond with the host is Lv.—]

“...That’s it.”

There were only two times he had ever seen the bond level without a specific value. Once, before his regression. And the other, with Wurgen.

He still didn’t know exactly what it represented. But regardless, from that point onward, his synesthetic mindscape had undeniably begun to change.

Looks like I’ll have to figure this out soon.

Until now, he had been managing by severing unnecessary bonds. But with the upcoming Six Great Demonic Realms conquest expedition planned by the Heroes Association and the full-scale war against the Demon Force, he needed to take care of it before it became a problem.

Before he went out to persuade the Perfect Ones to lend help to humanity, he had to sort himself out first.

Well... there’s only one way to do that.

He had been waiting for the right moment to approach the problem, anyway. There was no longer a reason to delay any further.

Wasting no time, Se-Hoon took out his phone and dialed a recently saved contact.

“Professor Meilin, can we meet for a moment?”

***

The cafe at the Void Space Terminal, a location of a well-known chain, boasted a spacious interior far larger than others. Yet it was still packed with customers, filling every seat.

But even with so many customers, everyone kept stealing glances at a particular corner.

“I see you’re quite popular.”

“It’s just for the moment. It’s not like I did anything special.”

Se-Hoon had deliberately gone out of his way to downplay his role in the recent Black Tower Incident.

He had framed it all as Richard’s accomplishment, even though he had devised the core strategy. He had also emphasized the battles fought by Eun-Ha, Luize, Sung-Ha, and Amir to make them the key players.

And for his own role, he had described himself as someone who had simply shown up at the end just to lend his body to Wurgen—a useful tool, in other words.

If I told them the full truth, things would get too messy.

After all, what would people think if they heard he fused with Wurgen, obliterated Tuner and Beast King, and then created an undead production base inside the Demon Force’s territory as payback?

Sure, it would be satisfying to tell everyone the full story, but if he were in their shoes, he’d be more curious about what kind of monster he actually was.

“...Hmph.” Meirin, who had been staring at him intently, changed the topic. “So? What’s with the sudden call? I’d rather not be working during the break.”

She sounded languid, showing little interest in any meaningful conversation. It didn’t seem she was pleased to have been called to such a public place, either.

Unfazed, Se-Hoon got straight to the point.

“I’d like to take you in as my disciple.”

“...Sorry, but I don’t—huh?”

Her default response made it clear she was used to rejecting. But the moment she processed his words, her eyes widened in disbelief.

“...Wait. You mean you want to take me as a disciple? Not the other way around?”

“Yes. You be my disciple, and I be the master.”

Meirin was left speechless by the firm clarification.

Has he... lost his damn mind?

A professor... being asked to become a student’s disciple? She had never heard of such a ridiculous thing before. He was being so outrageously arrogant that, unless he was trying to provoke her, there was no reason to say such a thing.

For the first time in her life, Meirin seriously contemplated whether to splash her coffee in his face and walk out on the spot. But instead, she picked the most rational choice.

Click-

She pulled out a silver cigarette case, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a slow drag, and exhaled the smoke languidly.

“...”

Then she just stared at him. And in the blink of an eye, she had already burned through half the cigarette.

Only then did she remove it from her lips and speak once more.

“What exactly are you trying to do here?”

Her tone was calm, and her gaze was cold—so much so that she seemed like an entirely different person from before.

Facing such a look, most would believe it was anger. But Se-Hoon knew better; he knew he was finally facing Meirin’s true self.

Finally, we can have a proper conversation.

From this point on, one wrong word could turn them into enemies. There was no room for half-truths or shallow flattery.

That was why Se-Hoon only spoke his truths.

“I want to make you my person.”

“You mean you want to hire me?”

“If lifelong employment were an option, I’d consider it... but I doubt you’d accept such terms.”

“Of course.”

There were times she had taken on consecutive commissions from powerful figures. Never, though, had she fully aligned herself with anyone. To belong somewhere meant losing countless potential clients—and countless new enemies.

“What I want is for you to prioritize me above everyone else. Cut off all your existing clients.”

“You sure are greedy.”

“That just shows how much I need you right now. So, what do you think?”

At Se-Hoon’s boldness, Meirin took another drag of her cigarette while studying him.

I knew he had taken a liking to me... but I didn’t think it was this much.

Saying something that shameless, out in the open, where others could hear? How did he not feel embarrassed? But that wasn’t the issue right now.

The real question was: what did he want from her? And, in return, what could she get from him?

“There are two reasons why I can’t accept your offer.”

Gathering her thoughts, Meirin met his gaze.

“First, people call you a genius blacksmith, but I don’t agree. I think that title is exaggerated.”

“Didn’t you lose to me last time?”

“What you have isn’t raw talent. It’s mastery—skills honed over time, born from experience. Others might admire that, but it’s not the kind of talent I need.”

Ignoring his jab, Meirin finished her cigarette down to the filter, put it out, and lit a fresh one.

“Second, I have no reason to cut ties with my current clients. Frankly, while you might not be bad, they have something I need.”

“What is it you need?”

“That’s a secret. And a dangerous one at that.”

Even though she refused to say what it was, she still expected him to accept it as a valid reason. Her behavior would have frustrated anyone else, but Se-Hoon could remain calm.

After all, he already knew what she wanted.

But saying it outright here would be pointless.

Aside from the fact that there were too many people around, given her personality, revealing that he knew would only make her warier. Because of that, Se-Hoon chose a different approach.

“Then why don’t we test it right now?”

“Test it?”

“You claim my skills don’t align with what you need and that I don’t have what you’re looking for. But have you ever actually checked if that’s true yourself?”

Rumors were just rumors. If one wanted to truly understand someone, they had to observe them up close—push them to their limits.

“...That’s a fair point.”

Thinking it over, Meirin made her decision.

“Are you free after this?”

“Huh? I had a lunch date with a friend, but...”

“Cancel it and come with me. If you don’t want to, then just give up now.”

And with that, she got up and headed to the counter to pay. At the same time, as if on cue, Se-Hoon’s phone vibrated: Luize Valente.

“...”

With Luize’s name lit up on the screen, the phone vibrated insistently, as if demanding he pick up.

But... glancing at Meirin finishing up her payment, Se-Hoon sighed and quickly typed a message.

Se-Hoon: Something urgent came up. I won’t be able to make it today. I’m really sorry! I’ll call you later!

Declining the call, he sent the message and followed Meirin out of the cafe.

“Did you cancel your date?”

“Yeah... I did.”

He braced himself for the inevitable, incessant buzzing of his phone. But strangely, there was no response. And when he realized that, he felt a sudden, inexplicable chill run down his spine.

“Don’t worry about it too much. They’re your friend—they’ll surely understand,” Meirin said with a shrug.

“Right....”

“And if not, well.... What’s the worst that could happen? You getting stabbed?”

“...”

Se-Hoon squinted at her, unimpressed.

Before he could say anything, though, Meirin headed toward the Void Terminal leading to Russia.

“Are we heading to Russia?”

“There’s something I need to find there.”

“What is it?”

Knowing Meirin, she was usually interested in either rare materials for her own use or shady artifacts for clients. Whatever it was, Se-Hoon figured he could help out and use that as leverage.

“A piece of the Five Element Equipment.”

“...”

A legendary weapon that couldn’t be allowed to fall into the wrong hands had just appeared in Russia.

***

A moment later, at the Void Terminal, a silver-haired girl arrived—just a bit too late.

“Did you find him?” Her cold voice rang out.

Nodding, the man standing behind her—Amir—reported, “There’s word that an unclaimed Legendary-tier weapon has surfaced in Russia. Judging by how many people are on the move right now, it’s likely not just a rumor.”

Luize narrowed her eyes.

“A Legendary-tier weapon... I see.”

Although she sounded like she had accepted the explanation, her blue eyes were burning with barely restrained fury.

“...What’s wrong with her?”

Standing nearby, Sung-Ha—who had been dragged in—tilted his head and began whispering with Amir.

Sure, getting her plans canceled at the last minute must have been annoying... but was it really worth getting that mad?

“This isn’t the first time he’s bailed like this. And...” Whispering back, Amir hesitated before holding up his phone, showing a freshly posted rumor on the internet.

Reading through the completely absurd yet oddly convincing post, Sung-Ha’s expression twitched.

“...You’re telling me she flipped over this?”

“I guess she had it building up inside her for a while. And honestly? You know how much he works us to the bone.”

“That’s... true.”

Just looking at the recent Black Tower incident, they had put in so much effort. For that, the least Se-Hoon could do was buy them a meal. Yet he just left them with nothing but a few words of thanks instead. fгeewebnovёl.com

Eun-Ha, on the other hand, had been drowned in Legendary-tier weapons as a reward.

“...”

“...”

With their thoughts reaching that point, both of them felt a lot angrier at Se-Hoon, as if Luize’s fury was rubbing off on them.

“...What’s the plan now?”

“Are we going to stab him?”

Without even needing to discuss it, the two had already committed to a joint operation to punish Se-Hoon.

But Luize shook her head.

“No.”

Whatever reason Se-Hoon had for running off to Russia with that suspicious professor, it didn’t matter. Because there was only one thing for them to do.

“We’re going to steal it.”

They would ruin Se-Hoon’s day for once.

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