Genius Regressor Makes Mythic Items

Screeech.

The sound of rusty iron, or something similarly unnerving echoed. A White man scowled at the irregular metallic noises.

“Damn it.”

Clicking his tongue, he glanced at the cause of the erratic mechanical sounds.

Creeeak!

Clang.

In front, machines continued their relentless motion. From gigantic saw blades to whirling knives, and cannons or ballistae, they were enveloped in various energies and properties.

Boom!

Bang!

Unleashing a barrage of attacks. The group of humans facing them,

“Argh!”

“Ugh!”

Were being mercilessly slaughtered.

Among them,

“Millard-nim!”

“Please save us!!”

“S-Save…!”

A few survivors extended their hands toward the White man, Millard.

“Idiots. You need to have worth to be saved.”

Millard smirked, his chapped lips curling. Before the survivors could curse at him,

Crack!

Slash!

The group of machines swept through, turning them into bloodied corpses. Thus, Millard was the only survivor left.

Creeeak.

For some reason, the machines that had mercilessly butchered the intruders did not target Millard.

Whirr.

Creak!

They swiftly retreated to where they had emerged from, reverting to a seamless wall. As if the massacre had never occurred.

“…….”

Silence descended. The still-fresh bloodstains were the only evidence that the massacre had been real. Millard, staring at the scene wordlessly, “What’s the matter, Millard? Still haven’t broken through?”

Turned his head at the sly voice from behind. An equally sneaky-looking Oriental man matched the voice perfectly.

“Haruto?”

The Dimension Trickster Haruto. Millard’s scowl deepened at the sight of him. The reason was simple.

‘Why is he here?’

Dimension Trickster Haruto, a man who held several key positions in the organization, ‘He said he’d scout the interior structure. He went through there…’

The mechanical traps that had slaughtered his subordinates, Haruto had disappeared into the walls to investigate them.

Yet the machines hadn’t stopped, resulting in the massacre Millard had just witnessed.

However, instead of questioning Haruto,

Crack.

Millard clenched his chapped fists,

Bang!

A sound like a cannon as he charged at Haruto.

Then,

Whoooo…

Reaching out his ominous humming hand, but even with the cursed hand flying at his face,

Smirk.

Haruto simply grinned, taking no action.

Then,

Whish!

As Millard’s hand flew inches from Haruto’s face,

Whirr.

An uncanny hum resonated.

Swoosh.

Millard’s hand suddenly vanished. As if his wrist had been severed, Millard froze, staring at his lost hand.

Then,

Crack!

A sound came from the front, where the massacre had occurred. The wall that hid the machines which slaughtered Millard’s subordinates crumbled into dust.

And in the center,

Whooo…

Millard’s ominous humming hand lay still.

Next,

Clang!

A massive magical saw blade emerged from the crumbling wall with a mechanical sound.

“What a pity, your precious hand almost got cut off.”

Haruto, with his signature sneer, tilted his chin.

Then,

Swoosh.

Millard’s body, which was fixed in front of Haruto, slightly retreated.

His severed hand returned to its original position.

Swish!

The sound of the magical saw blade cutting through the air resonated. Since the intruder had disappeared?

Clang!

The massive magical saw blade disappeared back into the crumbled wall. A moment later, Millard would have lost his right hand.

“……”

Millard silently stared at Haruto, who wore a sly smile. Then, “What’s the point of getting Polymorph from Jenniffer and doing this kind of thing?”

Millard suddenly asked. Before Haruto could respond, “You hate Haruto, don’t you? Asians are dirty, you say?”

Millard continued without giving Haruto a chance to answer. Without batting an eye at Millard’s sudden outburst, “Heh, our little sibling has a knack for noticing things too quickly.”

Haruto smiled even more broadly.

Then,

Crack.

Haruto’s smiling face grotesquely twisted.

Not just his face,

Crunch.

His entire body began to warp and twist rapidly.

“And I don’t hate Haruto because he’s Asian.”

His voice changed to a feminine tone, and his body transformed into a voluptuous White woman.

“That bastard took my place as the patron of the Edge Beast.”

She had red hair and blue eyes. If not for the gender change, she and Millard looked remarkably similar. However, this bizarre transformation didn’t seem to surprise Millard.

“Well, then there’s Daniel too.”

Millard replied with a somewhat worn-out expression.

“Oh dear, he’s already dead, isn’t he? Despite his recklessness, I do have some respect for the deceased.”

The woman covered her mouth, letting out a small giggle. Millard’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Hilarious. You did nothing when Daniel was chosen by the Edge Beast.”

“That’s because he’s Caucasian like us. Haruto’s Mongoloid.”

“You crazy woman. So you do hate Asians after all.”

Millard uttered a curse. But did it have any effect?

“Oh my! Look at this guy! Talking back to your elder sister now?”

“How long are you going to use that elder sister excuse? Just because you were born five seconds earlier.”

“Oh dear, little brother, five seconds are more than enough to lose your head five times.”

The woman responded with a sneer as sly as Haruto’s.

“So while this elder sister of yours opened four outbreaks…”

She gestured towards the blood-soaked front.

“You couldn’t even break through one?”

Losing all your men? At her murmured, “Stop it. I’m not a spatial talent like you guys. These are no ordinary machines. There’s a reason it’s classified as Diamond-ranked.”

Millard replied irritably.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Didn’t I just show you that with your abilities, you can break through?”

She pointed to the crumbled wall from Millard’s earlier attack.

“Just break the entrance quickly and let the internal monsters escape. How hard can it be?”

As his irritation peaked, “Damn it…”

Crack.

Millard began to clench his fist again.

“What? You’re here already?”

The same sly voice echoed.

“Indeed, Milia, you are impressive. As a fellow spatial talent, I’m proud.”

Haruto emerged, cutting through the air. But was Haruto the only one who was pleased to see him?

“Don’t be ridiculous. Who’s your fellow spatial talent?”

The woman, Milia, rolled her eyes irritably.

“Well, there is a bit of a difference between someone formally supported by a Constellation and you.”

Haruto, knowing her weakness, countered with a smile. Her weakness was definitely a sore spot.

“Damn monkey bastard…”

Milia’s previously sly face twisted in rage.

Matching this,

Whoosh!

An intense killing intent surged, whipping the surrounding dust into a frenzy. But Millard, unaffected by his sister’s malice, “Hey, Haruto, why are you so late? You said you’d be quick.”

He was only focused on Haruto.

Haruto too, “Ah, the defenses were tighter than they looked. There was a spatial barrier, so I couldn’t get through.”

Unfazed by the tense Milia.

“And I received a call from the mid-boss.”

The mention of the mid-boss caught everyone’s attention.

“Why would the acting boss call?”

Even Millard and the formerly hostile Milia reverted to their original demeanor.

“News just came in. Our top-priority target is heading this way.”

Haruto shrugged as he answered.

“Top-priority target… Kim Shimun?”

“Right.”

“Hmm~ Looks like Korea accepted Europe’s request for assistance.”

Was it catching her interest?

Millard and Milia’s eyes gleamed as they nodded. Haruto glanced at them with a meaningful smile.

“I hear they think you two might find this quite tough. The mid-boss wants you to reinforce your team.”

He relayed the command from the acting boss verbatim.

“Damn it!”

As he expected, the reaction was sharp and immediate. It wasn’t just Milia.

“Tell them it’s unnecessary. We’ll handle it ourselves.”

Millard also didn’t hide his displeasure.

“I’d like to, but… you know the situation, right?”

Haruto bounced their remarks back.

“That guy took down both Madam and Mo’Gadam. Malik too.”

Did his words fan the flames further?

“Ha! That old hag wasn’t even worth being called an original member!”

This time, Milia spat out her scorn.

“Mo’Gadam and Malik were losers without mythic weapons anyway!”

Despite their global infamy, Milia denigrated them without restraint. Genuinely angered, “Haruto, you’re not seriously comparing us to those weaklings, are you?”

Milia asked, her tone icy.

“Of course not. As I said, I’m just delivering the mid-boss’s orders, right?”

Haruto shrugged helplessly.

“Then show some sincerity! Before I kill you.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll try to delay the report to the mid-boss as much as possible. Will that be enough?”

At Haruto’s suggestion, Millard promptly nodded.

“Fine, but Haruto, you won’t get any credit for this job. We handle this ourselves. You couldn’t even break through the entrance of this Diamond-ranked zone, right?”

Drawing a clear line, Millard and Milia stipulated.

“Of course, of course~. But if things go wrong, I’ll get in trouble too. So do your best, okay?”

With a sly smile, Haruto disappeared again.

*

Europe.

The second strongest awakening power globally, following the USA and China, alongside the Arab bloc. At the heart of this, hamburg, Germany, the second city of Germany and the target of the major outbreak,

Shimun arrived.

“Move the injured! Quickly!”

“Requesting support at Outbreak Site 2!”

“Same for Site 4!”

Shimun gaped at the bustling players of the European Union. It was no wonder.

“The front line of Outbreak Site 3 is about to collapse!”

“Deploy more tankers and request support from command!”

“The ICU is out of beds!”

“Damn it! When is the supply drop coming?!”

Urgent cries echoed, reminiscent of a battleground.

Boom!

Under the distant, trembling sky, Giant rifts torn apart in various forms, roared with a deafening sound, creating a chaotic battlefield.

All sorts of different monsters were constantly being spewed out from the rifts.

However, befitting the European Union, which prided itself as the world’s second strongest, though the situation was urgent, the base camp was relatively well-organized.

“Shimun.”

A voice called from behind, and Shimun turned his head. It was Olivia, who had come with the support team. She subtly gestured to a nearby location.

There, “Thank you very much for coming.”

A tall, blonde man in splendid armor was approaching. Despite the chaos of the record-breaking major outbreak, he maintained a composed smile.

“I’m Fabian Wolf, the Vice-guildmaster of Valtenberg. You must be Player Kim Shimun?”

He greeted with a relaxed smile.

‘Fabian Wolf of the Twin Blades… It’s been a while.’

Shimun recognized him as one of the high rankers from his previous life.

『Constellation Odin remarks, ‘Ho? That guy seems quite usable.’, his eyes gleaming.』

He politely returned the smile to Odin’s patron.

“It’s an honor to meet such a renowned figure in person.”

“Haha! The honor is mine.”

Fabian laughed heartily, his greeting clearly genuine.

“I’ve personally wanted to meet you for some time. Ah! I heard you recently reached the Master Rank? Congratulations, albeit belatedly.”

He extended his hand for a handshake, his joy evident.

Shimun realized, ‘He’s quite warm. Well, I did save his sister, Leoni Wolf, so that must be part of it.’

It wasn’t just because Shimun was a promising newcomer.

Sure enough,

“During the preliminary Arena, my foolish sister owed you a lot, didn’t she? It’s about time I properly thanked you.”

Fabian mentioned how Shimun had saved his sister, Leoni Wolf, during the no-life insurance period of the preliminary Arena, showing his gratitude.

However, this warm exchange was brief.

“Though I personally have many things I’d like to discuss…”

He trailed off, casting a troubled glance at their chaotic surroundings.

“With the situation as it is.”

Despite being the Vice-guildmaster of Valtenberg and one of Europe’s top rankers,

“For reference, both the Sword Saint and the Saintess have already joined the battle. Thanks to them, the situation has improved significantly.”

“I see.”

Leaving the entourage behind,

“Yes, let’s move to the command center. I’ll brief you on the current situation there.”

Fabian personally guided Shimun.

As Shimun began to follow Fabian,

Zap!

‘Hm?’

A jolt, like a spark, flickered through Shimun’s senses.

Buzz.

Odin’s Eye activated instinctively, focusing on where the sensation originated.

And then, ‘Is that?’

Catching sight of a woman through his platinum left eye, ‘Why is Milia of Distortion here…?’

His eyes momentarily widened in surprise. But that was all. She was heading towards a still-intact massive rift where the outbreak hadn’t fully materialized.

Swish.

Noticing the faint dark purple aura of void surrounding her,

‘Ah, so that’s how it is… She was involved.’

Shimun’s platinum eyes sparkled with realization.

TL’s Corner:
Milia is a racist bitch. She will die horribly. I manifest it!