311 – The Regressor’s Fight (30)
Time goes back. Cheonma had only witnessed a similar phenomenon once.
‘… When the world is incorporated into the tower.’
When the destroyed world was incorporated into the tower, the world that was close to the apocalypse reverted to its previous, healthy civilization. It was also at this point that the soul of the Heavenly Demon was collected. That was… It was nothing short of a ‘miracle of God’.
After that, the Heavenly Demon was defeated by the Archangel. This incident further fueled the Heavenly Demon’s contempt for the weak. The world could be erased with just the gesture of a transcendent being. It could be crushed in an instant like an insect flying through the air. Now that they realized that their own balls were on someone’s blade, the weak who were wasting their lives without a care seemed so pitiful.
‘… You.’
“I… I…”
“Don’t you remember?”
“I don’t know… I’m Guntar… I’m Guntar…”
“… It doesn’t seem like acting.”
Of course, just because it was ‘an incident that I’ve already experienced’ didn’t mean that it was easy to adapt or be calm. In the first place, the very act of ‘time going back’ is illogical. Only an illogical being can do illogical things. The fact that such a being’s breath touched Cheonma was unpleasant. It seemed to indicate the fact that ‘you are not the top.’
‘There are many possibilities.’
Disappointing things are unpleasant. Cheonma’s soul began to think fiercely. Why did he return to the past? What was the reason? No, the important thing is not that time has returned. The important thing is that he is aware of that fact. Time going back
? It could be possible. This isn’t the first time he’s been caught up in a huge whirlpool. The important thing is why he remembers that fact, but the fake Guntar doesn’t know at all.
‘No, it could be that he’s the only one who doesn’t know.’
This guy’s soul is a fake soul put in by an angel. It could be that he doesn’t remember the past because of that. It means that there’s a high probability that this is a ‘special case.’ In this bizarre situation, Cheonma…
‘… ‘
decided to do nothing. If everyone but the fake Guntar is aware that time has turned back, then any unnecessary movement would be poisonous. But if only the Thousand Horses are aware of this… it must be the work of the angels. I don’t know what their intentions are, but we shouldn’t be rash.
There were so many questions, so many things he wanted to know, so many things he wanted to verify. He waited. Partly because he knew the fake Guntar wouldn’t cooperate, and partly because he knew it was time to be cautious.
Three days later.
‘Come on out, you piece of shit slaughter horse!!!’
“Call for the b*stard!!!
“Give me Guntar back!!!
The voices came from outside the room. A voice filled with anger, hatred, and a sense of justice. It was identical to the voice in Tianma’s memory. It gave me goosebumps.
“…Get out.
“It’s not you, it’s not you. I was going to check it out.”
Guntar staggered to his feet. As he stepped out of the room, he saw a vaguely familiar sight. Men throwing garbage. A human with a disgusted expression. An android who pretended to stop him but somehow seemed to have no will.
‘… ‘
“Fuck, shit…”
“He swore!!!”
“Guntar swore!!!”
Cheonma held back. No, he tried to hold back. That was until the trash hit his ear and bounced off. Even though he knew the angels might be paying attention, it was hard to hold back his burning hatred. Those filthy b*stards. How dare they.
After that… It was completely the same. The beastmen running towards him with ropes. Guntar feeling threatened. The bodies being replaced.
“…”
It could have been a simple coincidence. Cheonma moved exactly as he did before time went back. That was the most efficient movement, and also the optimal solution he had found.
“Snap…!”
“Huh…”
“Aah…!”
A small wound. With just a small wound on his right arm, he subdued seven beastmen. It was a movement close to a miracle that ordinary people could not imitate, and it was the ‘correct answer’ that contained the essence of fighting that Cheonma had honed his entire life. It was the most perfect response he could give in his current physical condition.
“…!”
Again, his head was dizzy. Consciousness was blacking out. The pain in his right arm flared up, and a mysterious light flashed before his eyes. And… and…
***
“I am… the real Guntar…”
Again, he was in a dark room. Why? Again?
It felt strange. The feeling of being manipulated like a puppet in someone else’s hand. Except for his childhood and the destruction of the world, Cheonma had always been the one in control. The enemies played on Cheonma’s plan, and he was the one who looked down on everything and enjoyed it.
The situation had changed. He was a dancing puppet on the stage called time, and the unidentified transcendent being must have been enjoying watching him. Truly… strange.
Again, time flowed. Cheonma decided to act a little differently. He wanted to move first and gather information. He wanted to analyze the cause of this situation that had befallen him.
“Get out…”
‘Move.’
“I was
not able to say that I was in
the face of this.” If you
do
not
believe
in
it, you will be able to make
you
realize
it
. Call
me
!
“Hey, run away!!!”
“Catch me!!!”
Instead of responding right away, he took a step back. It was a big concession for Cheonma.
There was a reason why Cheonma, who was full of pride, made the concession. The dark room was his home ground, so to speak, and the water spirits he dragged inside were instantly subdued. Necks were cut, joints were broken, bones were broken, half of them were dead and half were unable to fight.
“Hmm.”
The only difference was that Cheonma didn’t regress. What was the difference? Why did he go back in time last time, but this time he was standing still? There was no time to think. More water spirits were rushing in.
“You rat in a trap!”
“There’s nowhere to run anymore! Surround me!”
“Be careful not to attack each other!”
About twenty water spirits approached him, holding ropes and electric shock devices. This was the reason he didn’t run into the room before. In the long run, it meant that he would have less room to run.
“You mere squirrels. How dare you.”
Of course, Cheonma had no intention of losing. It will take some time, but there is no way he will lose.
A ‘perfect victory’ is impossible. There are many enemies, and he cannot use his magic properly. He may get hurt once or twice.
However, this body is not a weak human body, but a strong beastman’s body. Not only is the quality of his muscle fibers excellent, but his resilience is also incomparably excellent. Minor wounds heal in seconds. If we were to judge by birth alone, beastmen are the ones who make humans ‘like this’.
“… Hmm.”
Minor wounds? No way. It can’t be. Cheonma, who had gathered his wits, prepared for battle. First, he would crush the beastmen in front. He would pretend to break the encirclement and escape outside, and then kill the beastmen who rushed at him in one blow. The plan could be considered somewhat reckless, but… – Crunch
!
“Aah!”
– Crack!
“Ugh…”
Cheonma had the power to execute his reckless plan. He was used to trampling on the weak, and his understanding of battle was on a whole other level from theirs. If it were an ordinary person, it would be arrogance and arrogance, but to a genius, it is confidence.
Twenty-year-old watermen. All of them were active in the arena. They were all people who made a living by eating rice and bread, but now they are all sprawled on the floor.
Scars? There are. There is a thin gash on Cheonma’s waist. At first, it was a wound left by the watermen who were holding the rope to subdue him and swung their claws in a fit of rage. It is a wound that will heal in a few seconds.
Twenty rushed in and barely managed to leave a small wound. No, the reason he was able to leave a wound was because he had no magic power. He fought with his car and his gun, and smashed his head. A truly great victory. The majesty of the one who reigns.
“…”
But again. His consciousness. Slowly. Fading.
Cheonma opened his eyes wide and did his best to resist. But
he could not stop his consciousness from blacking out.
***
Inside the dark room.
“I am… the real Guntar…”
The fake Guntar muttered. It was a familiar sight now, if not boring.
This was already the third return. Once or twice could be a coincidence. Three, four times, and after that, it absolutely could not be a coincidence.
A commonality. Every phenomenon that has occurred up until now had one thing in common. One easy commonality that even a child could understand.
‘… What do you guys want?’
Once again, Cheonma had to admit it. Although he did not know the details or the reason,
he had now become a body that would regress to the past whenever he was injured.