The Regressor is too Powerful in Martial Arts – Chapter 46

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: JayM
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“Woof!”

“…Is it asking why we’re leaving it out?”

“That’s probably it, right?”

Yeon Mi-rae and I smiled while looking at Sarang, who was asking for attention.

And so, the three of us wandered the city at night and, following the Awakener System’s guidance, went around smashing various criminal organizations.

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After that day, no one carelessly dispatched spies to the Iron Blood guild anymore.

Because not only had all the criminal organizations that had dispatched spies to the Iron Blood guild been annihilated, but it had also been revealed that those among the criminals who belonged to the criminal organizations and had a high-risk level had even lost their abilities.

Although it was not an officially revealed fact, still, those with a certain level of status knew that fact and began to be cautious.

Especially the higher-ups who had tried to drive out the Artist even to the point of making him a criminal. They quietly shut their mouths.

And for good reason. According to the Artist’s actions revealed so far, he wasn’t a person who feared things like public authority.

‘If he had been afraid of public authority, he wouldn’t have attacked not only the criminal organizations but also the guilds that hadn’t officially committed crimes or the mansions of the higher-ups.’

Considering the Artist’s skill that was known to the public, it would probably be possible for him to purge all the higher-ups without a trace.

Some of the higher-ups who were afraid of such an Artist were even beginning to flee abroad.

After all, they had caused a lot of trouble for the Artist all this time.

Separate from that, there was also a trend of an increasing number of students and cadets coming to Korea to study recently.

No, wasn’t this a completely separate issue?

It was because the Artist was also included in the reasons why foreigners were coming to Korea to study.

‘Not only the Artist, but his companion, the youngest Aura Master Yeon Mi-rae, and Ryu Ah-yeong and Ryu Ah-min, who are called the pioneers of Manifestation psionic power.’

People who were abnormally strong compared to other Awakeners had appeared in large numbers in Korea.

Foreigners who saw that believed that there was something in Korea, and so they tried to send their children of the right age to study here.

Of course, that wasn’t all.

Thanks to the Artist and the Iron Blood guild, criminals in Korea had almost disappeared.

Although Korea’s public security had been on the safe side originally, this meant that it was now even safer.

‘There was nothing like this before my regression….’

It wasn’t that there were no international students coming to Korea to study before my regression, but when I was attending the academy, only about 10 out of 1,000 were international students… But now, about 100 out of 1,000 were international students….

It seemed like the competition had also become that fierce.

‘We elementary school students don’t really feel it, but the high school students and academy cadets must be having a hard time right now.’

Because the number of people they had to compete with had suddenly increased.

Moreover, since among those who had come to study in Korea, there were those who were famous for being high-level even before coming here, such as promising prospects supported by large foreign guilds, it was said that their overall ranks had been pushed down.

‘By the time I go to the academy, the composition of the cadets will be completely different from before my regression….’

The butterfly effect of my actions.

And the fact that there were many international students from foreign countries suggested one possibility.

‘Can’t I interfere with the future of foreign countries as well?’

I had said that I would prevent the destruction of humanity, but I had no intention of extending my hand to foreign countries before this.

Because my influence couldn’t reach foreign countries.

But what if I used the international students?

As I just said, the international students were mainly composed of promising prospects from foreign countries.

If only I could use them….

“Master?”

“Ah, sorry.”

It seemed like I had disturbed Yeon Mi-rae’s training by being lost in other thoughts.

“No, I don’t mind. More importantly, could you increase the weight a little more?”

“Oh, okay.”

I pressed down on Yeon Mi-rae, who was under me, with the Thousand-Pound Drop technique.

She was doing push-ups in a prone position.

And that was with me on her back.

“Is this much enough?”

“Yes…!”

Her arms were trembling, but she repeated going up and down as if she were fine.

The pressure she was receiving now would be close to several hundred kilograms.

Of course, she was in a state where she hadn’t done things like strengthening her body with internal energy.

Honestly, I didn’t want to recommend such brutish training to her, but because she had said that she wanted to grow her external arts even a little faster….

Of course, it was good to train the bones and muscles to balance internal and external arts, but still, this was a little forced.

‘If she overdoes it, her body will be ruined.’

Though I was appropriately cutting her off at a point where she wasn’t overdoing it.

“…Why are you suddenly doing external arts training?”

I asked Yeon Mi-rae.

At my question, Yeon Mi-rae gritted her teeth and answered….

“…I lost in a sparring match.”

“?!”

I was horrified.

No, you lost…?

Not just anyone, but you, Yeon Mi-rae?

“Of course, it was a loss with only swordsmanship, without using internal energy….”

“That’s also unbelievable in its own way.”

To think that Yeon Mi-rae, whose talent for swordsmanship was greater than mine, had lost in swordsmanship.

“The opponent?”

“…It’s a man who came to study abroad from England this time. His name was Arthur, I think….”

And to someone who was presumed to be of the same age.

No, more than that…

“…Arthur?”

Isn’t that a name that’s blatantly copying King Arthur?

“Is that his real name?”

“I don’t know. The man just called himself Arthur….”

“Hmm….”

Did he take the name of England’s most famous knight, King Arthur?

That man named Arthur probably had a rough understanding of the power of stories.

[The abilities given by the Awakener System, that is, the powers of magic, aura, psionics, and so on, are, in the end, powers that come from fantasy stories that people commonly know of.]

[You know those people who call themselves the reincarnations of famous generals, great people, or gods from the past? At least those people have roughly noticed the power of stories.]

I had given Yeon Mi-rae such an explanation before.

She would also remember that.

I thought that the man named Arthur, whom Yeon Mi-rae had faced, had been able to face her with only swordsmanship because he had used the power of a story.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s probably not that.”

“Hm? Really?”

“Yes. That isn’t swordsmanship that can be learned by receiving the power of something else.”

A swordsmanship built up purely with one’s own talent.

That was how Yeon Mi-rae evaluated the swordsmanship of the man named Arthur.

‘…Certainly, there are many people in the English-speaking world who use the name Arthur, so it’s hard to be sure if he used the power of a story.’

And Yeon Mi-rae’s talent for the sword wasn’t ordinary.

At least in Korea, I had never met anyone with a greater talent for the sword than her.

But what if I widened the scope to the whole world?

‘It wouldn’t be strange if there was a swordsman with greater talent than Yeon Mi-rae.’

The man named Arthur was probably such a case.

“I’m getting curious.”

“…Then… would you like to come to our academy this Friday?”

“Friday?”

“Yes. I’m scheduled to have a sparring match with that man again then. Of course, I don’t plan to use internal energy that time either.”

I pondered for a moment.

My main body wouldn’t be able to go because I had to attend school classes, but my doll was different.

So it wasn’t difficult for me to go to the academy and observe the sparring match, but….

“Are you telling me to secretly infiltrate the academy?”

“Isn’t it possible for you, Master?”

“It’s possible, but….”

The academy’s security was difficult to break through due to the barrier erected by the Archmage chairman, but I could break through it.

In cases like this, offense was more advantageous than defense.

While the chairman had to protect the entire academy, I just had to secretly break through one spot and enter.

“So please come secretly and cheer for me.”

“…Good grief.”

At Yeon Mi-rae’s words, I let out a hollow laugh.

Hearing the joke that was half-serious, I told her I would.

It wouldn’t be bad to go see my disciple’s growth sometimes.

Friday.

The day of the sparring match between Yeon Mi-rae and the man named Arthur that she had mentioned.

As I had prepared in advance, I sent my doll to the Seoul Awakener Academy.

Of course….

‘As expected, this barrier isn’t ordinary.’

Having arrived at the entrance of the Awakener Academy, I thought that while looking at the barrier that the academy’s chairman must have erected.

A barrier with a strength that would be sturdier than most castle walls.

There seemed to be almost no gaps to break through it.

And even if I forcibly broke through, a signal would be sent straight to the chairman.

‘The entrance is the same.’

The entrance of the academy.

A barrier with a structure that let academy cadets, staff, and personnel who had been granted permission to enter the academy in advance pass through while blocking those who were none of those while sending a signal to the chairman.

‘This… The security seems to be more thorough than most guilds or criminal organizations.’

I, who had encountered various security systems, could tell.

Among the security systems I had seen so far, I had rarely seen a place with more outstanding security than the academy.

Though it wasn’t that there were none.

Thinking that, I hid my doll in a deserted place near the academy.

And there, I quietly took out my sword and concentrated.

‘I’ll read the flow.’

Samādhi.

The power I had been focusing on recently to completely burn the Aether that made up the Black Fog.

The power to see through to the essence of things.

With it, I read the flow of space.

‘Here.’

And I cut through it.

As I trained in Samādhi, my ability to read space had naturally become outstanding, and my ability to interfere with it had also been refined by that much.

The phenomenon of space shattering when I had tried to cut through it before didn’t occur this time.

“……”

The next moment after space was cut, a crack appeared.

This crack would mend itself after a short while.

Before that crack mended, I threw my doll’s body into it.

“! $@^%)#*@”

The inside of the crack was a realm I couldn’t understand.

A realm where the general laws of physics didn’t apply.

No, this place might have its own laws of physics, but at least, it wasn’t at a level I could understand.

I had that hunch and tried to ignore what I saw as much as possible.

And I swung my sword.

*Chwaak…!*

A crack similar to the one I had seen right before entering this place appeared.

I threw my body towards that crack, and…

Tuk.

I could understand that my doll’s feet had touched the ground.

I could understand that my doll was breathing.

I could understand that my doll was looking at the surrounding scenery.

In other words, it also meant that while I was inside the crack, I couldn’t understand all of that.

Meanwhile….

Drip….

“Ah….”

Blood began to flow from my main body’s nose.

“Geon-woo?! What’s wrong?!”

“I… just need to go to the bathroom for a moment….”

“No, not the bathroom, go to the nurse’s office. I’ll contact the school nurse. Got it?”

“Yes….”

My main body, with a bloody nose, headed to the nurse’s office according to the teacher’s advice.

It seemed that my brain had been strained from unknowingly trying to understand what I had seen in the crack a moment ago.

Our homeroom teacher had been horrified when I, the sturdiest among the children in our class, had suddenly gotten a nosebleed, and the school nurse had even gone so far as to contact my mother.

Let’s move on from that….

“……”

After confirming that the crack my doll had passed through was closing, I checked my surroundings.

It was a familiar scene.

Because it was almost the same scenery as the academy I had attended before my regression.

‘Ah, right. The sparring match.’

Though I briefly lost myself in my memories, I didn’t forget the purpose of my visit here.

Since the area was similar to when I had attended the academy before my regression, I thought that the sparring ground would probably be in the same place I remembered.

Thinking that, I headed to the sparring ground along the familiar path.

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T/N – The MC getting a nosebleed due to his mind trying to understand something it couldn’t comprehend reminds me of the Cthulu Mythos. At least he didn’t go mad.

Also, I thought that we’d see an example of someone wielding the power of stories when “Arthur” from England was mentioned, but unfortunately, it seems like that’s not the case. Ah well, next time…

If you find any mistakes, feel free to point them out in the comments.