I’m Not a Regressor - Chapter 333

I am not a returner Episode 333:

Treasure hunt (12)



Wagjak, wagjak.

Like crushing candy, the broken gold disappears into Deimos’ mouth.

Muscles and flesh swelled to a grotesque degree.

A terrible sight that seems to embody the word ‘greed’.

“Huh huh.”

Eyes that are hazy, as if drunk on drugs.

Sticky saliva flowed from between the open mouth.

“We need more... more treasure.”

The eyes, shining with madness, turned towards Baekmugang.

His gaze was directed at the sword held in Baek Moo-gang’s hand.

The sword that Ojin roughly threw was just one of his collection of famous swords, which numbered hundreds and thousands of types.

“My treasure... how dare you...!”

Crack! Wow!

A bloated body, swollen to several meters in size, moved with the sound of bones twisting.

A scream of ugly greed and madness rang out.

“How dare you covet this treasure of Deimos!”

Not even a single treasure can be given away.

Not even a single piece of gold can be given away.

All the treasures of the whole world must become his flesh, bones, and blood.

because.

-Are you hungry?

A voice echoes in my head.

In the distant past, a young man approached him as he was starving to death in a dark tunnel.

I think of eyes sunken like an abyss and the blue fire burning fiercely within them.

-Would you like me to tell you how to not be hungry?

He whispered in an extremely kind voice.

He promised in an extremely kind voice.

-This is the refined form of the rock you were digging up every day. They call it gold.

iced coffee.

How could I forget?

The brilliant golden light that illuminated the dark and dull interior of the tunnel.

The sight that was so beautiful that tears seemed to flow.

-Isn’t it strange? You are the one digging for gold while enduring the pain of your body breaking apart, but this is your first time seeing gold.

It was strange.

It was unreasonable.

It was absurd.

-There is a way for you to have all this gold... Shall I tell you?

It was a sweet offer that made you melt.

I had no choice but to reflexively shake my head.

It was because it was so absurd that I thought he was lying.

ha ha ha.

The young man smiled brightly and with a clear voice.

-I have never lied. never.

Couuuuuuuuck!

A huge shock shook the inside.

“Krrrrrrr!”

Deimos let out a scream that sounded like scraping phlegm and swung the holy sword towards Baekmu River.

Kwajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja!

A tsunami of white flames engulfed the surrounding area and hit Baekmugang.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Elder!”

The flesh on Baek Mu-gang’s entire body, swept away by the white flame, began to turn dark and necrotic.

Ojin hurriedly kicked off his feet and swung his fist at the pouring white flames.

The blue thunderbolts that poured out from Raijin’s arms bounced off the white flames.

“Vega! “Give me your blessing!”

[I understand!]

A brilliant silver light seeped into Ojin’s body.

The stigmata engraved on his left chest radiated a fierce light as if it were burning.

“Hmph!”

The boiling magical power was condensed into his right arm.

Arm stretched back as if pulling a bowstring.

He stepped on the ground roughly and threw his fist out.

━━━━━━━!

A tidal wave of thunder that swallowed up even sound struck Deimos’ body.

“no use!”

Deimos took the tsunami of lightning head-on and rammed Ojin with his massive body.

“Wow!”

A shock like being hit by a dump truck.

Ojin threw up blood and fell backwards.

“Good guy...don’t bully!”

Baek Moo-gang shouted and swung his sword.

Although he had suffered serious injuries to the point where his entire body turned dark.

The magic of the stigmata contained within the swinging sword contained an even sharper chill.

Blah blah blah!

The frozen ground along the road crossing the road.

The cold sword energy tore through Deimos’ grotesquely enlarged body.

“Keuuuuu!”

From the collarbone to the pelvis.

A sword wound so large that internal organs were visible crossed Deimos’ body.

Munch, munch!

When I picked up a handful of gold and shoved it into my mouth, the cracked flesh regenerated in an instant.

“Huh.”

Deimos, who had regenerated his wounds, roughly kicked the charging Baekmu River.

Coooooo!

With a heavy explosion, Baek Moo-gang’s body was thrown against the wall.

“Ah uh.”

The sword in Baekmugang’s hand fell to the floor and rolled to Deimos’ feet.

Deimos was impaled by the spear and desperately crawled across the floor, reaching for the gold.

Taang!

Six strings of wire held his arms.

“Ahhh. “My my...”

“I said it’s not yours, you bastard.”

Ojin walked towards Deimos.

‘I have to finish it this time.’

There was still plenty of gold and treasure left inside the treasury, which would become Deimos’ prey.

He had to be sent to a room so that he could never regenerate his body again.

[I am my child! It would be dangerous to use more magical power there!]

Vega’s urgent warning was heard.

As she warned, Ojin’s physical condition was now in a critical state.

‘I kept my brain body for too long.’

The brain body, which can be maintained for at most 30 seconds or a minute at most, was maintained for more than 5 minutes.

Even with Vega’s blessing, it was dangerous to maintain the Brain Body any longer.

but.

-It was given to me by someone precious.

The image of Baek Moo-gang standing up unsteadily with his tattered body flashed through my mind.

Ohjin chuckled and raised his magic power to the fullest.

“Keuuuu!”

Is it because I used too much magical energy?

I felt pain from the stigmata carved into my left chest, as if a piece of flesh was being pricked with an iron.

[stop! Stop it! No more...!]

“They say it’s precious.”

So much so that he endured alone for years in a far-off magic world and searched for it.

Even though the skin on my whole body was necrotic and my arms were broken and bent, I couldn’t give up.

“I know that feeling.”

Although it is not an object like Baekmugang’s treasure.

You also have treasures that you want to protect.

Even if I had to exchange it for everything in the world.

Hold on!

The right arm, transformed into a thunder body, burned with blue lightning.

‘If I can’t do it with just one arm.’

Ohjin, who changed his arms into brain bodies, clasped his hands together.

He clasped his hands together as if striking a hammer.

“Kaaaaaaaa!”

A torrent of blue lightning burned Deimos’ entire body.

“Ah uh.”

Deimos’ body, which had become grotesquely enlarged, returned to its original state.

Ojin took the Holy Sword of Deneb from the hands of the fallen Deimos.

“Hehehe. Hehehehe.”

Deimos turned his head towards Ojin with a dark smile.

“Struggle as much as you want.”

The light in Deimos’ eyes gradually went out.

“Soon... He will wake up...”

The stammering voice cut off before he could finish.

“....”

Ojin, who had been looking down at Deimos in silence for a while, turned to Baekmugang.

“Here is the treasure you were looking for.”

I handed Deneb’s holy sword to Baek Moo-gang.

“Ahhh.”

Baek Moo-gang accepted the holy sword and his shoulders trembled.

I carefully smoothed the area around the hilt of the holy sword.

Hehehe.

When I grabbed the base of the sword hilt and turned it, a small space was revealed inside.

and.

Clink!

The holy sword was lying on the floor.

“what...?”

“Hehehe.”

Baek Moo-gang smiled brightly while holding something in his hand that he took out from the hilt of his sword.

Square and light.

A scruffy letter envelope.

“Elder, that’s....”

“My grandmother wrote a letter before she died. Because I’m stupid. “I put it in the hilt of my sword so I wouldn’t lose it.”

“....”

Baek Moo-gang smiled brightly, holding the dirty envelope of the letter.

“This is my treasure.”

Given by a precious person.

Holding your one and only treasure in your arms.

“I’m sorry...Grandma.”

Memories of the day she died.

Memories of the day I killed her.

I remember.

reminds me of

-I’m sick of dumplings! I’m not going to eat!

The sad eyes that looked at me while I was complaining.

The hard calluses embedded in the wrinkled hands that stroke my back as if admonishing me.

The lonely sight of me heading to work with my sick body.

“I’m sorry I found you so late.”

I crouched down, hugging the envelope of the letter.

I sobbed and whispered in vain.

Sorry for keeping you waiting.

I’m sorry for being stupid.

Sorry for complaining about the side dishes.

I’m sorry for making you have a hard time.

I’m sorry for not being able to protect you.

I’m sorry for not being able to make you happy. “

I’m sorry for making you meet me.

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