Regressor Instruction Manual

Chapter 1186. The Demon King of Sunset’s Castle (6)

Of course...

‘That pig.’

I saw Woo Hyo-Yeol rolling around, covered in blood, but I was obviously happy to see the pig, so I looked at him first. Perhaps it was because it had been a while since I saw him, but...

‘He’s looking pretty sharp.’

I probably felt that way, as he looked bigger than the last time I saw him.

Perhaps this was how a father would feel upon realizing that his child had grown up. His shiny black equipment stood out the most. He didn’t have the massive shield he normally carried around, but the black shield adorned with hideous decorations in his hand was clearly better than his previous equipment.

Every piece of equipment Park Deok-Gu previously equipped had received acknowledgement from me.

It was a custom set, carefully selected and tailored to suit Park Deok-Gu perfectly. He was equipped with some of the highest quality and most valuable items on the continent, and I even felt proud to see him, as if I had raised him myself, when I saw him in that gear.

Under these circumstances, he looked like a completely different person, and it was all thanks to his brand-new equipment. I was sure they obtained those items from the 21st Legion’s equipment storage, but... still...

‘You know what I mean.’

If I had to give an example, he was like a baby bird who had left the nest and returned home all grown up. In addition, it was like he had come back home equipped with fancy feathers.

“That pig...” I mumbled.

Besides him, I saw other faces I was happy to see, but...

‘What good is it if everyone is here?’

I couldn’t help but have that thought. It was heartbreaking to see Colonel Smith getting beaten up mercilessly, but at this point, I had to wonder if it was necessary to bring out all the members of the Blue Guild. And him...

‘Hyo-Yeol, you’re not dead, are you?’

I saw a figure lying on the ground. He was knocked out by Park Deok-Gu’s heavy attack. He barely survived the deadly duel with Colonel Smith, and he was twitching incessantly on the ground as if every bone in his body had shattered.

"Hyo-Yeol oppa!!!" Lim Chae-Ryeong screamed.

"Mr. Hyo-Yeol!"

"L-Leader!"

Nam Goong-Seon and No Dam-Hye run toward him in shock.

"Unni! Hurry, unni!"

"Melody of Healing!"

"Don’t die... don’t die! I said, don't die! You idiot! You idiot!"

"Unni! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Right now..."

"He’s not going to die, right? Hyo-Yeol oppa is fine, right? Right? He’ll be okay, right?!"

‘If you’re worried, let her focus on playing the song.’

Lim Chae-Ryeong looked like a mess as she looked at Woo Hyo-Yeol. She seemed completely out of it, and No Dam-Hye, who was casting her Melody of Healing, looked like she was out of it as well.

To make things worse, Woo Hyo-Yeol's hands and feet would stiffen from time to time, making me think that he was going to die.

Lim Chae-Ryeong had to have reached the same conclusion as me. She looked pale as she started doing chest compressions on Woo Hyo-Yeol.

"Don’t die! Don’t die! Please... don’t die! You bad-tempered thug!"

"..."

"Are you really going to die like this? Really? Are you really?!"

‘Of course... he’s not going to die.’

Kim Ye-Ri was also aware of the fact that he was the only one with potential.

I couldn’t help but wonder if they had stormed in like some gang from the 90s to save the battered Colonel Smith, but Kim Ye-Ri was someone who knew how to draw a firm line between business and personal matters.

I thought appearing like this was a way to move on to the next scene, and my assumption was right. If that weren't the case, they wouldn’t dress up like that.

‘But still, isn’t lining up like that really old-fashioned?’

They looked like a typical group of villains, and it looked like one of those scenes where a whole gang of eccentric villains had shown up and the protagonist’s party would have to face them.

Some of them covered themselves by wearing capes or hoodies, but Kim Ye-Ri showed her face.

"Hmph. Humans truly don’t value their lives, gathering here like a horde of ants."

Despite her nickname, Eryel, the Queen of Succubi and Mistress of Seduction, she was speaking too politely and was even dressed properly. Her belly button and legs were exposed, but to be honest, it was no different from her usual outfit.

Her tight-fitting clothes were normal outfits she wore as an assassin, so in reality, all she had done was add a few accessories to complete the look. She had to have thought that she needed to have a cape as well, as she was wearing one, which she was dragging across the floor.

"Or... did you come here to have fun with Eryel, the Queen of Succubi and Mistress of Seduction?"

‘I’m seriously going crazy.’

'This is insane.'

I could actually feel goosebumps all over myself.

Without realizing it, I almost curled up from the cringe.

"It’s what I wanted as well, but... all of you aren’t prepared yet."

‘Prepared for what?’

"You aren't prepared to dive into pure pleasure."

'This is bad.'

I was starting to have a hard time breathing.

"I’m hoping it’ll turn out to be somewhat fun, but..."

"Kgh..."

"Maybe... I was expecting too much. I can’t believe you were defeated so easily by the Gatekeeper of the Dark Shield, the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings."

"Mmm!"

It seemed like the Gatekeeper of the Dark Shield was mute.

"Don’t you agree, Gatekeeper of the Dark Shield?"

"Mmm! Mmmm!"

The Gatekeeper of the Dark Shield, Park Deok-Gu, made unnatural noises while gesturing exaggeratedly.

"Ohm! Om! Ohhhm!"

"Ha? Potential? Did you say potential just now?"

"Ohm! Ohm! Oohm!"

"We need to kill them right now? Ha! Gatekeeper of Dark Shield... are you planning on ruining our entertainment with your useless worries?"

"Ohm! Ohhhm!"

"You worry too much about things that don’t matter. I can’t believe you’re worried about those lowly mortals who don’t even know how to walk properly.

"Black Butler Smith might’ve fallen, but that’s because they got lucky. If he hadn’t put his guard down, he wouldn’t have ended up in this state."

"Ohm..."

- Haha. You don’t need to be so hard on him, Eryel, the Queen of Succubi and Mistress of Seduction.

"Ho... Arkimo, the Blood-crazed Holy Knight. Is there something you want to say as well?"

"No, it’s not that, but... the Gatekeeper of Dark Shield has a point. The fact that mere humans were able to take down Black Butler Smith is truly unbelievable, but it actually happened right before our eyes."

"So, you plan on ruining my fun as well..."

"That’s not what I was trying to say, Lady Eryel."

"Then..."

"I want to drink their blood to quench my thirst right now... but they’re still lacking in many ways. They won’t bring entertainment... nor will they satisfy you, Lady Eryel. To elaborate a bit, the humans before us are mere insects who don’t deserve your attention."

"Ohm! Ohhhhm!"

"Hmm... you do have a point, Arkimo."

"..."

"..."

"Let’s have the Collection Manager deal with them."

"Hmm..."

"If they die here, it proves that they’re worthless beings who are unfit to face you. If they happen to take down the Collection Manager, that too will be pleasant entertainment."

Arkimo, the Blood-crazed Holy Knight, spoke with a sly smile. I could clearly see the character description of the Park-Ki-Ri siblings. I could also see why the story was unfolding this way.

It was a clichéd pattern.

Treating humans as insects and then getting defeated was a typical cliche...

They believed Black Butler Smith was defeated because he had put his guard down. If he had fought with all his might, they believed that he wouldn’t have lost. This was a common tragic story that happened to villains when they underestimated their enemies.

‘Actually...’

Their characters had depth. The Queen of Succubi was arrogant, and the Gatekeeper of the Dark Shield expressed his thoughts, but he was often looked down on for being the weakest among them.

"Ohhhhm!"

The problem was that those two weren’t in the best condition. Fortunately, Arkimo was maintaining the balance as if he were walking on a tightrope.

Arkimo was the reason I managed to get somewhat immersed in this play. His slightly smiling, half-closed eyes were subtly conveying an obsession and craving for blood. He was also guiding the flow of the story in a way that wouldn't make him stand out.

In reality, the only thing Kim Ye-Ri was doing was nodding at Ahn Ki-Mo’s words.

"Hm... that’s a pretty good suggestion, Arkimo."

"I’m just grateful that you decided to take it, Lady Eryel."

"But if they die so easily... it won’t quench your thirst."

"You don’t have to worry, Lady Eryel. When that time comes, I’ll direct my anger towards Rohen."

"You... haven’t... changed. You’re excessively cruel... A-Achoo! Yes... you’re cruel..."

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

‘I’m glad this is at least working.’

While the Gatekeeper of the Dark Shield, capable of sending Woo Hyo-Yeol flying with one hand, was indeed formidable, the villains before them were also exuding an extraordinary presence. I was sure they were aware of that fact.

I was sure the adventurers hadn't noticed anything strange about Kim Ye-Ri’s awkward attempt at playing the role of the Queen of Succubi. They were either just afraid or...

"Damn it..."

"I don’t want to... die, damn it..."

"Shit... how is something like that..."

They were having a bad reaction to their presence.

"Enough with the bullshit! You dirty demons!"

They reacted to Ahn Ki-Mo's comment about how he was going to take out his anger on Rohen. It didn’t apply to all humans, but some humans would become stronger when they had something to protect. It was like they were born with the hero DNA.

Basically, Ahn Ki-Mo had reminded the ones with potential why they needed to fight.

‘Yeah, at least you’re the one saving this play. You’re really carrying this, Ki-Mo.’

"Then, let’s do as you say, Arkimo."

"Yes, ma’am.

"Collection Manager Hwang Jung-Yeon, we’ll leave this place to you."

"I’ll make sure to meet your expectations, Lady Eryel of Seduction."

This was a random question, but why were some of them using Korean names?

‘And no one bothered to point that out?’

They had names like Eryel and Arkimo, but suddenly, a woman named Hwang Jung-Yeon had popped out. Wasn't that strange? There were a few awkward moments, but the play continued just like that.

Hwang Jung-Yeon cast her spell, and a giant white light emerged from the ground.

"Item 4—Magnetic Field Position Shifter. It’s one of the numbered items the 21st Legion is proud of. I’m overjoyed to show you the collection of the Demon King’s Castle, you uncultured beings."

The scenery changed, and true to her title, "Collection Manager," Party Three was moved to a massive warehouse. The items inside the warehouse were packed together, and it looked like they were inside a logistics warehouse.

"I really wanted to use this item."

She had a really good memory, so the role suited her perfectly.

"Item 213—Infernal Magic Golem!"

A giant golem burning with green flames landed in the warehouse.

"Roaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!"

"Entertain them."

"..."

Party Three had lost a considerable amount of firepower due to Woo Hyo-Yeol’s severe injuries, and they found themselves in a situation that was almost like a death sentence, but...

‘Damn, Hyun-Sung. Are all those items... ours now?’

I couldn’t help but smile.