Genius Regressor Makes Mythic Items

Sword Hell (劍樹地獄).

Deep within the eerie forest,

“Hmm…”

A towering figure, standing about 5 meters tall, let out a small murmur. Every time his thick fingers tapped his elbow,

Thud, thud.

A heavy sound echoed.

Then, “Still no sign?”

A deep, resonating voice that seemed to compress the very air around him resounded.

“No, not yet, Lungtnir-nim.”

Another equally large figure next to him nodded, looking down at his palm.

“We are continuously checking….”

A hand that looked like a boulder.

On that massive hand,

Huuu…

A dark red stone emitted a sound like the moans of the dead. The large figure, who had been silently looking at it for a while, “Three out of the four show no response.”

He answered with a slight frown.

Boom!

Then, a massive explosion erupted immediately.

Although it was startling, the large figure who had reported it remained calm.

“Those idiotic fools!”

The source of the sudden explosion, the giant called Lungtnir, was staring.

“This is why you shouldn’t associate with inferior species. They can’t even deliver a simple stone!”

“Calm yourself. We didn’t expect much from them anyway, did we?”

“Of course not! Why would I expect anything from those halfwits who have even devolved?”

“Then why did you propose using the Greenskins?”

And then, in response to the question, “Velyaz… Are you rebuking me now?”

Fwoosh.

An intense aura emanated from Lungtnir’s entire body.

Crack.

The ground around him cracked.

Creaaaak…

The sinister Sword Trees emitted low groans and recoiled. Even with this terrifying aura, “It’s a misunderstanding, Lungtnir-nim.”

The giant known as Velyaz collected the dark red stone.

Speech Hell’s Stone.

“I was merely curious and asked out of genuine interest. I apologize if I offended you.”

He slightly bowed his head in a respectful posture. Whether Lungtnir sensed the sincerity in Velyaz’s actions, “…Even if they are a lowly species, I thought they might be useful since they are Master Rank, after all.”

Lungtnir retracted his terrifying aura.

“After all, they cannot defy our orders.”

He replied, returning to his original demeanor.

“Indeed…”

Velyaz slowly nodded at those words.

“Even if they’ve devolved and are inferior, the Greenskins still carry our genes.”

“Yes, it was a gamble with nothing to lose. But…”

Lungtnir trailed off at the end of his sentence.

Crunch.

His boulder-like fist clenched tightly.

“To think that the gamble wouldn’t even take off.”

Even if they were devolved giants, they still had the blood of the great giants mixed in them.

To be so incompetent that they couldn’t transport a mere stone?

“Velyaz, what happens if the last one fails as well?”

“You know this. To access the secret route from here to the Speech Hell, a sacrifice is absolutely necessary.”

Velyaz’s gaze shifted to the side.

Gooooo….

A pitch-black door engraved with geometric patterns that made it hard to breathe just by looking at it. At the center was a small indentation.

Indeed.

An indentation that perfectly fit the Speech Hell’s Stone Velyaz was holding. Velyaz replied with a calm expression.

, “No matter how much ruckus we make here, the path will not open.”

“Tsk!”

To this, a deep irritation appeared on Lungtnir’s face.

“Are you saying we must retreat just like this?”

It was not unreasonable.

“Why did I even come down from Grand Master to this place…!”

He had even performed a rank down for this mission. The penalty alone had been quite painful.

Moreover, “To get me into the debut match, lord Shennong exerted considerable effort.”

Shennong, one of the Constellations of the current giants.

Hadn’t he personally intervened?

And to fail this mission?

The consequences were unimaginable.

“… It likely won’t end with just a reprimand.”

Velyaz too was well aware of this.

“Lungtnir-nim. If the last one fails as well, I will personally capture the sacrifice.”

He continued with a serious expression.

“Then, at least, you, Lungtnir-nim, should enter the Speech Hell.”

“… Are you sure?”

Lungtnir raised an eyebrow as he asked. It was an understandable question.

“I may have performed a rank down, but this is your debut match, Velyaz, is it not?”

Unlike himself, who had come down from Grand Master, Velyaz had just recently advanced to Master Rank.

Originally, Velyaz was a legitimate participant in the debut match. With Lord Shennong’s assistance, Lungtnir had entered this debut match. So the weight of this mission was heavier for Velyaz than for himself.

However, “I had already given up on the debut match when I took on this mission.”

Is he as cool-headed as his demeanor suggests?

“Furthermore, the problem is only if we fail. As long as we succeed in the mission, the debut can sort itself out, can’t it?”

Velyaz continued in a calm voice.

“Well, that’s true, but…”

Lungtnir looked at Velyaz with somewhat surprised eyes.

Huaaah!

At the sudden moan-like sound, he lowered his gaze.

The sound was coming from the Speech Hell’s Stone in Velyaz’s hand.

And then,

-I succeeded! I really did!!

With a small projection, an image of an ogre appeared on the Speech Hell’s Stone.

He was,

-Hey! You’re watching, right? I’ve fulfilled my vow! As promised, this Speech Hell’s Stone is mine!

He cheered, looking at the sky and shouting.

“Thankfully, not all greenskins are that incompetent.”

For the first time, a slight curve appeared on Velyaz’s calm lips as he watched this.

Then, “I keep my promises. As per the agreement, the Arena contract will expire normally, and the Speech Hell’s Stone is yours.”

Velyaz spoke to the ogre’s projection on the Speech Hell’s Stone. Had his voice been conveyed?

-Ha ha ha! Good! With this, even in the Ten Hells, I…

The ogre’s projection burst into laughter,

Sss.

But perhaps because of the Speech Hell’s Stone,

-Huh?

A dark red aura began to swirl around the ogre’s projection.

-Wait, what! Hey! What’s happening…

The startled projection of the ogre was engulfed by the dark red aura, letting out a desperate scream,

-Screeeeeeech!!

Crunch.

Crack!

Followed by a chilling sound of flesh being torn. And when the ogre’s screams and the sound of tearing flesh subsided,

Rumble.

The pitch-black door etched with geometric patterns, the secret entrance to the Speech Hell, began to vibrate faintly, emitting a weak glow.

“If you can survive the instant-death judgment sacrifice ritual.”

With a belated statement, Velyaz fitted the Speech Hell’s Stone into the small recess in the door’s center.

Clack.

Thus,

“Let’s proceed, Lungtnir-nim.”

“Yes, let’s.”

The two giants headed towards the dark red door emitting anguished moans of the dead.

Huaaah!

Uhhh…

*

Dazzling platinum light. It exuded a sense of divinity and nobility just by looking at it,

“U-ugh!”

“Grrrk!”

Contrasting sharply with the brilliant light, like venomous snakes, the platinum lightning bolts zigzagged, darting towards their targets.

Crackling!

Was it because two artifacts of the Divine Kings were mixed in?

“We offered relics, so why?!”

“The divine authority resistance….”

“Why can’t we block it?!”

The players engaged in the authority battle within the capture zone were swept away helplessly. Of course, these were Master Rank players after all. Even though it was just a debut match, they weren’t just any ordinary players.

“Damn! Hey! Let’s combine our powers!”

“We need to survive first!”

“Use everything you’ve got!”

Some players temporarily teamed up,

“O Constellation!”

“I offer you this relic as well!”

And sought support from their patron Constellations, but that was all.

『Constellation Circe rejects the offering.』

『Constellation Sigurd retracts part of the hastily granted authority.』

“N-no!”

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?!”

Constellations who had supported them so far, some of them even retracting their powers, began to withdraw.

The capture zone quickly turned into chaos.

Crackle!

Similar to the relentless Sword Trees of Sword Hell, the platinum lightning bolts did not miss their targets and chased the panicked players to the end.

In the end,

“Guh!”

“N-no!!”

“Is this really Master Ra—…”

One by one, players struck by the platinum lightning crumbled into ashes.

The terrifying scene

-This is insane….

-This technique is awe-inspiring every time I see it.

-Does he even have any techniques that aren’t like this? LOLOLOL

Earth’s viewers expressed constant admiration, and viewers from other dimensions, along with their amazement, added,

=That’s crazy. Was that just a mythic-grade artifact?

=But it wasn’t exactly like the ones I knew. That thunder strike’s form was also novel.

=He used mythic-grade artifacts before in previous broadcasts, didn’t he?

=I’m saying it’s entirely different this time.

=Guided lightning… I’ve never heard of an artifact like that.

Engaged in fervent discussions about the Thunder Spear, a product of Ars Magna, which made a guaranteed hit.

However, Shimun, oblivious to all this while leaving the chat to the Constellations,

“Hm…”

Let out a small murmur, as if to soothe his mind.

Shh…

Tsss.

He gazed down at the capture zone, where white steam and platinum lightning were dancing. He had eliminated dozens of players in an instant. Yet Shimun, who rarely smiled, had a simple reason for his demeanor.

‘I expected about ten to survive….’

Looking at the survivors within the capture zone. When unleashing the True Strike Lightning Spear, he had kept an eye on the ten players who particularly stood out, likely backed by high-ranked Constellations.

Therefore, even if they survived the True Strike Lightning Spear, he expected only about those ten players to make it through.

‘Sixteen… more survived than I thought.’

There were a total of sixteen players currently remaining in the capture zone. Far more than the ten he had anticipated. Not that it was entirely incomprehensible.

‘Well, it is the Master Rank debut match. It makes sense that some could withstand Ars Magna….’

The debut match was for those who had just ascended to the Master Rank, Particularly for those who ranked high even among the new Master Ranks. Additionally, all the players who made it to the capture zone were receiving support from their Constellations.

So it wasn’t surprising that they could resist, to some extent, even Ars Magna, which fused mythic-grade artifacts with the Great Truth.

‘Slightly annoying.’

Perhaps due to never having a real rival before, or because he had always been recognized as the best prospect, Shimun’s expression showed slight irritation.

“This works out well.”

But regardless of that, Shimun slightly lifted the corners of his mouth.

“With sixteen survivors, I can show off the majesty of the others as well.”

Thus,

-What’s going on? Why is he suddenly smiling?

=Why does his smile look so terrifying?

=I agree. It feels oddly chilling.

-Is it because he’s from a different race? I only find it cool…

-Nope, I’m human too, and I find it scary.

-22 It’s a good thing he’s muted.

Whether they were from Earth or other dimensions, the viewers noticed the atmosphere around Shimun had turned chilly.

“First, let’s debuff their stats with Obelisk…”

Just as he was about to snap his fingers toward the sixteen survivors,

Twitch.

His shoulder trembled.

The reason was simple.

『The item ‘Speech Hell’s Stone’ will disappear shortly.』

The dark red pointer he had obtained from the troll player.

A notification popped up indicating that the Speech Hell’s Stone given by the giants was going to disappear.

Naturally,

‘What’s this?’

Confusion was visible on Shimun’s face.

‘There should still be plenty of time left.’

When he first obtained the Speech Hell’s Stone, the timer showed 18 minutes.

Since then, roughly 5 to 8 minutes had passed at most.

Yet, the item was about to disappear already?

Since the system wouldn’t lie,

‘I see.’

Shimun immediately realized the reason.

‘The giants have succeeded in whatever they needed to do with the Speech Hell’s Stone.’

The Speech Hell’s Stone that protected them from the influence of the Sword Trees. They had given such a precious item even to the greenskins they despised, and successfully executed their plan.

Therefore, for Shimun, who intended to tackle both the capture zone and the giants’ affair, ‘I need to get there before the Speech Hell’s Stone disappears.’

He had to move in the direction indicated by the Speech Hell’s Stone immediately.

However, ‘These survivors withstood Ars Magna, and it’s a capture zone….’

Sixteen players, who withstood Ars Magna, still stood in the capture zone. Wasting achievement points to spam mythic-grade artifacts was not an ideal option.

Yet in reality, ‘Well, maybe this is for the better?’

Shimun’s expression wasn’t all that dark.

‘I’ve been wondering when to use this….’

The Constellations he was aligned with, the ones who rarely asked for anything, had made a request this time. He intended to fulfill it as best as he could.

“Everyone, as you know, there’s been a bit of a problem.”

Given the situation, he decided to postpone it.

“I’ll have to show your omnipotence another time.”

Fortunately,

『Constellation Odin shrugs, saying, “It’s fine. Dealing with those damned giants comes first.”』

『Constellation Heavenly Demon strokes his beard, saying, “Since it’s not a mission, don’t worry about it.”』

『The Constellations watching you nod in understanding.』

The Constellations understood without any issues.

“Thank you for understanding. Instead…”

Shimun smiled.

“I’ll invite someone new.”

Snap.

He immediately snapped his fingers.

『You lack the equivalent exchange power necessary to achieve the required alchemy.』

『Due to insufficient Philosopher’s Stones, 500 achievement points are required for the exchange.』

『Do you accept? (Yes / No)』

The familiar equivalent exchange window popped up. Without hesitation, Shimun chose ‘Yes’.

Sparks of intense alchemy energy burst from Shimun’s fingertips. The brilliant, platinum-tinged light quickly formed into a small chest.

As Shimun looked at it, “I designate this place as the Sanctum.”

He murmured softly.

Aaaa~.

With an incomprehensible divine hymn,

『Constellation Michael smiles faintly, saying, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”』

The reaction of one Constellation appeared.