Regressor's Instruction Manual Episode 939
Zen (18)
Juice always indicates direction.
Once tears are shed, the interpretation will come naturally.
With the thought that Kim Hyunseong will find the answer, I attempted to cast the spell of crying.
However, despite that, I couldn't help but be confused.
'What the hell is going on?'
Did that incompetent son of a bitch, Jin the Military General, not keep an eye on the kid and do something else?
Did those new recruits contact him? Is it even okay to think that way?
I find myself thinking in various ways. My thoughts aren't keeping up properly with the abrupt storytelling.
Given the situation, it feels like the guys directly contacted Kim Hyunseong.
It's probably certain. If they took Zen's actions as a challenge to the guild, then there's a possibility they could contact him somehow.
As Blue Guild means something to me, Kim Hyunseong must have explained the importance of the guild's honor countless times.
And if he thought that today's incident might blemish the guild's honor...
Perhaps those guys now have the courage to dial a direct line.
'Do they even realize they're smearing their faces with shit...? Did they identify us from the video on BenigoreNet?'
How did Kim Hyunseong manage to identify me? How did he even know?
After checking the video, he rushed to Jin Cheong's location to find out the truth and then immediately came here. This explanation is convincing.
If I had tried to quietly slip away, I wouldn't have caught Kim Hyunseong's attention.
However, he probably wouldn't notice that I'm here amidst the crowd that's chanting as the entire city leaves.
But I'm confident that he'll notice the destruction of the stage Jin the Military General set up.
'Jin Cheong, how will you handle this disappointment?'
He couldn't deliver his famous line, so what can he do now?
I absentmindedly point my head, lost in thoughts of escaping reality.
Gradually, Kim Hyunseong's thoughts flood into my mind.
["What is this? Only bones and skin are left in this arm..."]
No, it's not that bad.
["What the hell? Is this horrifying appearance... Can you move properly at all?"]
Does it really look that horrifying?
Kim Hyunseong's thoughts are transmitted to me in real time.
Silently shedding tears and embracing me, his thoughts become more complex.
Perhaps he's unable to objectively assess my current appearance. Or maybe I've already become numb.
'It messier than I thought.'
It felt a bit awkward to be evaluated by someone else's gaze, but I must have lost a lot of weight.
I can't even remember the last time I had a proper meal.
Putting down a spoon after eating as much as a bird – it's become second nature.
Although the situation has improved a bit recently, there's still no sign of the traces of suffering disappearing.
Of course, that's not all.
Fingers swollen from the harsh labor, it's been a while since they weren't manicured.
Displaying an appearance of hard work, even many wounds from sewing and cooking are now points and, while not problematic, they still need bandaging.
Getting pricked while sewing or cutting a finger while cooking – that's the basics.
Due to the setting, the Honorary Cardinal wasn't accustomed to such things.
'Yeah, Hyunseong. My skin has become quite wrinkled.'
It's completely different from the product Jihye sent.
Instead of the firm and elastic, healthy-looking white skin I had before, what remains is a skin that seems to have lost all its moisture.
Actually, it's not to the point of not recognizing it, but there's definitely a noticeable difference compared to before.
'Yeah, even my lips have cracked. Damn.'
My lips are so dry that I can't even feel the moisture.
My pupils are also completely empty.
As if he had given up on himself, his expression, where he let go of everything, seemed to speak of the weariness of the kidnapped time.
What happened during that time, what humiliation, what suffering did he endure?
Can Kim Hyunseong even dare to imagine it? Can this brat even guess what I went through?
'No, I haven't been through that kind of shit. This brat is imaginative when it comes to situations like this.'
I feel Kim Hyunseong contemplating all possible scenarios. His lips are already bitten, and his force seems uncontrollable, red blood dripping.
Instead of the fabric that was so good that even silk would cry, there is a filthy and dirty fabric that seems like it would reject even a dung beetle.
On top of that fabric, the guy's blood continues to drip down.
Kim Hyun-sung tries to take off that fabric, but he hesitates and stops.
After looking at my face once, he quickly hides his expression with a grimace.
Perhaps it's because he doesn't want to show the cruel appearance of Lee Kiyoung to the public.
Maybe it's because he never wanted to show the broken appearance of the idol and object of admiration for the continent's people.
It might feel cursed to only be able to cover up the sight of a friend who has been injured by the cursed dirty fabric. Of course, Kim Hyun-sung has confirmed Lee Kiyoung's appearance within the fabric for a while now.
'These damn bastards.'
Yes, that's right. Those bastards hit me.
Not only is my body covered in bruises, but it feels like even my bones might be broken.
Perhaps due to the fact that I was hit on the face quite intensely, my face might look swollen.
But still, Lee Kiyoung doesn't lose his faint smile.
Yes, that's right. Be strong, Kiyoung.
Hyun-sung, don't ever forget those bastards. They are truly unforgivable bastards.
"Kiyoung..."
"...."
For now, I should stay quiet.
"Kiyoung... What is this..."
Kim Hyun-sung seems to struggle to continue speaking, his emotions of extreme anger and self-loathing seem to have pierced through any barriers.
Come to think of it, my leg is broken too. I can't stand, so I can't show that.
"Why didn't you contact me..."
Oh, that could be plausible too. After all, one of my eyes was damaged.
A gift from the divine linked by a bond, a symbol indicating that we are connected, but one eye has long lost its light.
An eye that can't be properly shown. In fact, it's just symbolic, but it's enough to use as a reason for not contacting him.
"...."
Kim Hyun-sung's expression was rigid right after confirming the eye.
'...'
Suddenly, it feels like the air around distorts, as if the guy's face that was already angry contorts in a strange way.
Could he have made such an expression? It's eerie. Even though it was for a moment...
'What the hell. You scared me.'
"Sorry."
"...."
"I'm sorry for everything."
No, you don't need to apologize.
"I... I'm really sorry. I..."
"It's... It's alright, Hyun-sung."
"I..."
"I believed that you would come like this."
Actually, I hoped you wouldn't come.
"I... Just a little more..."
And then, at that moment, the loud voice came.
"Let go of that hand."
A command echoes.
Oh, now that I think about it, Zen was here too.
It was natural to hesitate, as memories of the days when I had been tortured by the dirty kidnapper's hand flooded back. T
he dingy, damp cell. The musty smell of the fabric. [[T/N:This fucking hypocrite!]]
"Let go of that hand."
"....."
"I said, let go of that hand!"
"Is that him?"
"Yes?"
"Is he the one who made Kiyoung like this?"
This is a long story...
First, cry.
Zen spreads his wings with a desperate expression.
Our Hyun-sung clenches his lips and draws his sword.
Zen undoubtedly belongs to the league of the strong.
Whether it's out of the ordinary or not, he absorbs the power of Benigore, honing his combat skills tirelessly from a young age.
He had exceptional talents fostered by the Holy See and grew into what he is now with substantial support. He is undoubtedly powerful.
But that's all.
'Our Hyun-sung is stronger.'
Raising his sword, Kim Hyun-sung attacks with his sword aimed at Zen.
It seems like he specializes in low-altitude flight, as he strikes with a posture that makes it seem like he could touch the ground.
Kim Hyun-sung is also prepared to face the attack.
'I haven't seen him fight in a long time.'
And then...
Kwaaaang!!!
With that sound, Zen is sent flying into a building several kilometers away.
'Damn. This is why I didn't want to call this guy.'
Kwaaaang!!!
The buildings that reduced friction are smashed to pieces in an instant, as a matter of course.
'He'll be gone at this rate.'
Kwaaaang!!
Whether it's a road or a building, the city's condition doesn't matter to him. But...
'This is terrible!'
Kwaaaang!!
With a sound, Zen, who had been driven into the ground, is sent flying again.
Kwaaaang!!
In an instant, the city is being devastated.
'The city is abandoned, that's for sure.'
The colossal tower, once called a landmark, collapses as Kim Hyun-sung swings his sword.
'I'm sorry, General.'
Desperately blocking Kim Hyun-sung's sword, Zen's counterattack causes a temple to explode.
The square has turned into a field of chaos, and the city walls are crumbling.
It's fortunate that Jung Ha-yan isn't here, but the damage is severe beyond that.
It feels even more hopeless than watching children fight on top of a sandcastle.
The sight of the city exploding is even more despairing than the sandcastle collapsing.
-Damn it! Lee Kiyoung, you bastard! Damn it!
-General, are you watching?
-Damn it! How could this situation...?
-You can't even handle that properly? Damn it, what the hell are you really good for? How can you take charge of a project with this?
-This crazy bastard! Do you think you're in a position to say such things...
Don't be like him. It's giving me a headache.
After immediately turning off the communication channel, once again I observe the soldier's unwavering determination to not retreat.
'What should I do about this?'
Keahhh!!
'But he has a connection with the person who made Lee Kiyoung like this. Maybe he can still be of some use later on.'
"Aaaargh!"
'Should I just cut ties here? It's been too annoying.'
Crunch!
'There's more to hear about the dungeon, Nevertheless, ending it honorably in court might be the least I can do for Zen... but it might be better to send him off without suffering. Honorably.'
"You bastard!"
"Do you even realize... what you've done... to cause him pain... sigh!"
Huh.
Kwaaaang!!
Ah.
Crunch!
"Ugh!"
Kwaaaang!!
What is this? He's going to die.
"Aaah!"
"Ah!"
"Ugh!"
"What the..."
Kim Hyun-sung isn't clashing swords with Zen. From a certain point, he threw away his sword and is now relentlessly pummeling Zen.
It felt as if I were looking at Cha Hee-ra, no, it looked like the Doom Hyun-sung'.
Just to make sure there isn't a tail behind, and his face is unchanged, but there is no change in his appearance. [[He's worried about Hyung Sung transforming into Doom Hyun Sung again.]]
Pure violence without any techniques or whatsoever.
An appearance that only exudes malice. It seems to be nothing more than a simple outlet of anger, with no other purpose than wanting to inflict pain on him.
Even though I can see that he's still resisting, it's meaningless resistance at best.
His endurance seems to be holding up, but it looks somewhat strained.
"Just... just a moment...W-Wait!"
He's really going to die.
Kwaaaang!
"You bastard."
Crunch!
"Stop... please, Hyun-sung!"
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