310 – Regressor Fights (29)

Guntar locked himself in a dark corner of the room. He refused all communication and immersed himself in his inner self.

‘You are fake.’

‘No.’ ‘ You

are an artificial soul created by angels.’

‘Get out.’

‘You who have taken over Guntar’s body are a disgusting being.’

‘… No.’

Guntar. Cheonma. Guntar. Cheonma.

Am I Guntar? Or am I really… an artificial soul, like the voice scolding me inside said? I don’t know. Not only is my memory vague, but I am not sure that it is mine.

Confidence. A god to believe in. A sense to feel. A sense to believe in myself. Guntar currently had no confidence. He could not believe in himself. The basis of all actions begins with believing in himself. That also meant that Guntar could do nothing.

‘Kill the weak bug. If possible, become a human.’

‘… ‘No.’

‘Get out of the way. I’ll do it. Ask the arena management.’

‘… I said no.’

‘Do it.’

‘… Okay. But just this once.’

With his mind wavering, it was hard to resist Cheonma’s impulses. He had to fight. Because of his past record in the arena, the arena was taking Guntar’s convenience into consideration. Sooner or later… he had to fight.

Let’s just endure until then. Let’s shove food into our mouths, lock ourselves in a dark room, and wait. Until we feel confident in ourselves. Let’s spend time trusting ourselves. Let’s eat chicken legs, drink strong alcohol, and sleep. After one fight, that little brat named Cheonma will probably be quiet. I am the owner of this body. I am the one who is doing him a favor.

Cheonma’s voice was still bearable. I was afraid to go outside. For now… I just wanted to wait in this warm nest. Even though I knew I shouldn’t do this, my fear of myself and my reluctance to go outside were greater than my sense of crisis.

‘Come out!!!’

Like an animal. Not a human, but a wild animal. Eat, sleep. Eat, sleep. Until the drone calls. Let’s pass the time.

‘Crappy slaughtering Cheonma, come out!!!’

The arena said the match would be held in three days. Has a day passed? Two days? There’s not much left. If I just curl up like I am now and wait until the end…

‘Call that damned Cheonma!!!’

‘Give Guntar back!!!’

“…”

The Cheonma in his heart asks. What is he talking about? How is this happening? This

is the deepest part of the residence prepared in the arena. Those without permission are blocked from entering, and even if they do have permission, only a few can come here.

“…”

But Guntar’s confusion is short-lived. A hot energy rose up in Guntar’s chest. This is… anger. Annoyance. Contempt.

‘I’ll kill them all.’

Cheontar… is really angry.

**

Guntar came out of the room at Cheontar’s urging. It wasn’t simply ‘because Cheonma told him to’, but because Guntar himself was curious. This was a space where this kind of noise was not allowed in the first place.

“What the… ”

The truth behind the noise was simple. A group of beastmen (including one human) had occupied Guntar’s door. There were several androids who tried to stop him, but they were pushed back by the power of the beastmen. No, is it really right to stop him sincerely?

-Thud.

“Give him back!!!”

A piece of trash fell at Guntar’s feet as he stood there in a panic. One became two, and soon a torrential downpour. The paper wrapping bounced off Guntar’s ear.

In addition to the numerous beastmen, a human shouted at Guntar.

“The trash demon that took over Guntar’s body!”

“Waaa!! Get out there and die!!!”

“Idiot demon! Give Guntar back his body!!!”

What he could feel on their faces was joy. Madness. Joy. Moral superiority. In the midst of it all, the demon immediately realized. They believed themselves to be righteous without a doubt, and the demon was determined to be an absolute evil beyond redemption. (Of course, if you ask if it’s true, it’s not, but it’s a separate matter of feeling bad.)

They called it stone throwing. Those b*stards must have been intoxicated by the fact that they could curse the demon from a safe position. Those filthy b*stards. If it were Cheonma in his prime, those weak worms whose limbs would be torn off with a single wave of his hand, how dare they…

Cheonma was angry, but Guntar himself was angry too. However, it wasn’t anger towards them. It was anger towards himself, who had no memory and couldn’t confidently claim ‘I’m not Cheonma. I’m Guntar’ in this situation.

“This guy, fucking shit. F**k…”

“He swore!!!”

“Guntar swore!!!”

“Guntar who didn’t know what swearing was!!!”

A cat named Suin stepped forward. The guy’s eyes were burning with a sense of mission.

“Guntar doesn’t speak like that! You must be that piece of trash Cheonma! Give Guntar back his body!!!”

“What, what?”

Guntar was greatly embarrassed. At a time when he himself had been asking himself ‘Am I Guntar?’, he was shaken by the fact that the person who seemed to know the real Guntar declared ‘Guntar is not like that.’ The biggest reason he didn’t want to come out was because he was secretly afraid of this situation.

Guntar, a person he knew, declared, “You are not Guntar.” Then who am I? I… What the heck…

“I want to kill them all.”

Meanwhile, Cheonma was burning with murderous intent. Since a while ago, the name Cheonma had always been preceded by strange adjectives like “trash” and “scum.” This was definitely not a natural situation. There must be a mastermind. He felt a strong urge to peel off their skin and carefully tear off their fingernails one by one. How long had it been since he had been treated like this since he had attained enlightenment?

Of course, Cheonma was extremely rational. He was a man who knew how to endure even when his insides were burning and his murderous intent overflowed. Now, he had to figure out the situation. The reason he had been hiding his body all this time was to hide from the angels that “Cheonma had regained consciousness.” But now, he was telling “that damn Cheonma” to come out? By this point, the angels would have realized it. The situation has changed. Even if you wield a sword, you should know where to put your feet and move accordingly.

‘Find out who is the instigator.’

‘… Why me.’

‘Can’t you see them persecuting you as a sinner?’

‘… I’m not curious about that. I’m just curious about the situation. It’s not because of you.’

‘Move.’

“Who’s instigator?”

Guntar asked in a grumbling voice after finishing his conversation with Cheonma inside. The beastmen surrounding Guntar did not answer at first and continued to jeer, but when one human stepped forward, they became as quiet as a ghost.

“I’m the instigator.”

The yellow man smiled leisurely. Cheonma’s keen senses figured out that the author was a trained warrior. He seemed quite strong, so why are you using such tricks?

‘There doesn’t seem to be any evidence anyway… Just say no.’

‘No.’

Guntar’s weak reason muttered, ‘Why don’t I just claim that I’m Guntar? I guess I can just say that I have amnesia?’ But Cheonma’s pride did not allow him. Cheonma is Cheonma no matter the situation. He does not hide himself.

‘You can just ignore it.’

‘I told you not to.’

‘Why?’

‘I am a Cheonma wherever I am.’

‘I am… Guntar. I am not a Cheonma. You are living in a small room. So, the idea that I am a Cheonma is wrong.’

‘This idiot.’

Guntar started fighting with the Cheonma inside his head. Naturally, the battle in his head was not visible or audible to others, and on the outside, he just seemed to be standing there blankly.

“Arrest that guy!”

“Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!!!”

Taking advantage of the gap, the water spirits rushed at Guntar. They held sturdy-looking handcuffs and ropes in their hands and jumped in in one go. Perhaps because they were people who fought in the arena, their movements were quick and efficient. It was truly a technique befitting a ‘warrior.’

‘Because you keep talking nonsense…’

‘Look ahead.’

‘Huh?’

Unfortunately, the movements were too ‘threatening.’ Guntar’s reasoning felt a momentary sense of crisis. This situation triggered Cheonma’s consciousness to surface. A pale smile hung on the wolf’s lips.

One on the right. Two on the left. One water man who seemed to be coming from the front, but whose center of gravity was low. Three on the top. The attacks came from seven directions, but to Cheonma, they were like an old net full of gaps.

-Crunch!

“Aren’t you going to dodge?!” He

ignored the one on the right. He trusted in the water man’s resilience and extended his arm. It would be healed in 10 seconds anyway.

-Evil!

“Ugh…”

A sharp dagger cuts the two on the left. The dagger hanging on his waist was pulled out in an instant, and it cleanly cut the two water men’s Adam’s apples. Even if he saved his life, he would definitely be unable to fight for now.

“I’ll borrow it.”

He snatched the rope from the wounded water man who was holding his neck with both hands. As soon as he got the rope in his hand, he swung it like a whip, tying up all three in the air at once.

-Kkwaeng!

Slamming the rope-bound watermen to the ground, he jumped with the recoil to dodge the frontal tackle.

-Bang!

“Crack…!”

As soon as he landed, he strongly stepped on the back of the waterman he was trying to tackle. Now, only the six fallen watermen and the waterman on the right who watched helplessly remained.

-Crack!

“Crack…”

He didn’t even need to use another weapon. He strongly flicked the rope to hit the side, and the waterman immediately fainted. It was possible to subdue these scoundrels with just a dagger and rope.

“You’re next.”

He grabbed the dagger again and glared at the human in front of him. There were still many watermen left, but that human was the strongest of the dogs. That guy was a worthy opponent to regain his strength. He planned to use this opportunity to sufficiently recover his strength while increasing his soul occupancy rate and cornering the whining fake Guntar. After that, after that…

“?”

His consciousness was blacking out. The pain in his right arm was particularly vivid. As if, the world was falling asleep… everything… and… and…

and.

“I… am the real Guntar…”

When he came to, he was once again in the dark room. The fake Guntar was muttering something in melancholy, and Cheonma’s soul was back in the corner. The initiative he had slowly taken from them in the short battle earlier had evaporated.

This situation. I felt a sense of deja vu. It was definitely two or three days ago.

This was… as if time had turned back.

‘Today’s date.’ ‘

… Why that.’

‘Move.’

‘… You can see it on the terminal. You see what I see too.’

Really, he couldn’t believe it.

‘… What the heck is this.’

Cheonma admitted.

The fact that he had returned to the past.