Regressor Instruction Manual

Chapter 852: The Last (85)

‘I’m glad he’s not stupid.’

He had stolen the body while all the main troops were gone. Okay… I could praise him for that.

‘How did he break through Hayan’s magic?’

It couldn’t have been that easy.

Someone must have given him some information. It would have been impossible to tell him how to dispell the magic, but he had planned the route in advance and even made an announcement about it.

Still, I was perplexed that he’d done this. Even though Jung Hayan was working in Laios, avoiding her eyes wouldn’t have been easy. He might have had help from Belial. No, even so…

Right. The Song Villain had plenty of room, but I hadn’t thought he would make his dream come true so openly as this.

He’d succeeded in surprising me with an ability that didn’t suit him in the first place.

‘But why now?’

Even I felt scared. To be honest, I was more afraid than before I got stabbed in the stomach.

Kim Hyunsung’s face had become distorted. Tears continued to flow from him with so much intensity.

He was acting strangely, touching one of his eyes.

‘He’s feeling it.’

He couldn’t see it, but I knew that he could feel it.

I had no choice but to look directly at Song Sookyung through the telescope.

I hadn’t seen him in a long time, and he seemed dark. He looked like he had lost more weight than before and had gained a bloody aura.

I didn’t know if it was because he had already been affected by the demon several times, but he didn’t look normal.

His eyes appeared to be spinning, and his face was visibly glowing.

I felt like he was out of breath because of excitement. I didn’t know if it was because of the joy that he could soon get closer to his god, but he was humming.

As he did so, he moved his hands.

Every time the red dripped from his hand onto the altar, I could see his body trembling.

Meanwhile, Kim Hyunsung continued to scream.

“Don’t! Don’t!”

It wasn’t because it hurt. In the first place, perceptions weren’t transmitted, and even if they were, there was no way Kim Hyunsung would scream for that reason.

He never even batted an eye at any wounds, so why would he whine about this?

“Damn… damn! Ahhh… ahh!”

The sight of him crying was surprising. It had to have felt as if the Regressor Instruction Manual had been cut off from his perspective.

He might feel like the external hard drive that had been plugged into his laptop was being pulled out. I didn’t know if he was actually feeling that it was being cut off, but his reaction wasn’t normal.

‘Gosh, that’s troublesome.’

“Hyunsung…”

I called his name desperately, but he didn’t seem to respond. All his nerves were already focused on that.

The guy standing on the altar continued to hum a melody and paint in red.

The scene looked like a religious ceremony. It was a bit complicated to explain, though.

The solemn gestures and the atmosphere made his humming sound like gospel.

“Ah…”

Finally, he lifted the golden sphere.

He looked it over, smiling as if he had found a precious treasure.

I’d thought he hated the human named Lee Kiyoung, but his face seemed honest.

‘He looks like a real madman.’

He hadn’t been that crazy in the beginning, but he had become a really crazy guy since. I guessed this was all my karma.

-Now it’s done…

I saw him muttering.

-This is the condition to resurrect him. I will become the Son of Light himself. I’m stealing his brilliance.

Even the way he talked to himself seemed very dangerous.

-I… now I… I can stand next to him. Ha… haha… hahahaha!

He continued to laugh even as he brought his hand towards his eyes. The sound of his laughter continued to resonate in the quiet space.

And…

His body was engulfed in light.

The golden radiance continued to twinkle in one of his eyes.

“Ugh… ugh… Aaaaahh… ugh…”

‘Be quiet. Damn it.’

-Haha… Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!

‘Ah, these bastards. So noisy from both sides.’

-This was the difference between you and me, Son of Light. Haha… Hahahaha… This is the power that allowed him to stand next to him!

Could I consider that as an item?

There was room for that interpretation based on his reaction.

‘I expected that much, though.’

Maybe it gained a higher rating than I’d thought.

Actually, it was obvious.

I didn’t know exactly what system this worked on but considering that it was able to catalyze the tears of blood that flowed from the statue of Benignore, I judged that this was also the case with my body.

Now that I thought of it, it was just that the State, the Holy See, and the Blue Guild hadn’t used my corpse properly.

It was an item or catalyst that could be classified as at least mythic-grade. The entirety of it was a treasure the value of which no other items could match.

It was a relic with more than enough worth to have a tremendous influence on the continent.

A dragon’s corpse was already so lucrative here. Mine had a god inside it.

I could guarantee that it would have so much power that if the State were a little weaker, if Kim Hyunsung and Jung Hayan weren’t in the Blue, if the continental people had a slightly lower civic consciousness, and if many people knew about its existence, the continent would be engulfed in war.

‘The most valuable part must be my eyes…’

Those golden orbs were set as the symbol of the Son of Light.

A mythic-grade item. Eyes of the Son of Light.

The function was probably…

‘The Mind’s Eyes.’

‘Lee Kiyoung’s telescope.’

‘Regressor Instruction Manual.’

In addition, there had to be a divine power effect or some sort of side function embedded in it.

Regardless, Belial was right. It wouldn’t have a big impact on me because my body and that of the Son of Light were completely separate.

It could be called one of the legacies left by the gods, which were hidden things that remained on the continent in the form of dungeons, quests, events, or hidden pieces. There were items that could be used to imitate or borrow the power of gods using their legacy as a medium.

My eyes would be no different from those.

Yes, it was a downgrade of the original, but even so, it had a high practical value.

He wouldn’t be able to see everything with the Mind’s Eyes, but he’d be able to look at basic stats and dispositions. He wouldn’t be able to use the telescope at will, but he might be able to see as far as his mental powers allowed.

It would be difficult to connect with Kim Hyunsung exactly like me. Still, he might get some information about him. It was unlikely, but it could have some impact.

However, more than anything else, he would be delighted that he got the qualifications. He could definitely feel the divinity in the golden eyes, after all.

And…

‘I left my heart there too.’

I saw him raising his dagger once more. With far more joy on his face than before, he looked like he thought he could become even more perfect.

He moved carefully but relentlessly. In a way, he seemed to be rushing, but he was probably putting his best effort into it. He quietly chanted a spell. The magic circles on the altar continued to shine, illuminating his face.

Kim Hyunsung probably felt that. No, could he see him? Wait, could he really?

“Hyunsung?”

“Shit… Damn… I will kill him.”

‘No. You can’t do that.’

“I… I will kill them all.”

‘You really shouldn’t.’

“Sniff… sniff…”

‘You haven’t gone mad, have you?’

He seemed unstable enough to make me worry that he would or had gone crazy.

His mental state had always been a little wobbly, but now it was even more so.

He was like a balloon about to explode. Even while laughing, he cried, making it hard to read his expression. It was terrifying to watch him say such weird things. He looked like he had gone mad, making me worried that I was pushing him too hard.

‘I have to do something.’

It was momentary, but my brain didn’t work.

I had been through a lot of perplexing moments so far, but I had never been as perplexed as I was now. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I should show. I couldn’t say that I could sacrifice myself again. I had already done too many build-ups asking him to believe me.

In fact, there was no choice. It had been wrong to defend Song Sookyung in the first place.

However, I didn’t think provoking Kim Hyunsung would help. The only option was to keep the line intact.

From the victim’s perspective, there was no other way than to tell him it was okay.

It wasn’t an intentional sacrifice, so it was right to steady my current position, saying that forgiveness had to be given.

First, I covered my eyes too.

I then frowned with a surprised expression, almost as if I were in pain.

Oh, I needed to avoid making a face that looked like I was in too much pain. It would be hard to stop Hyunsung if he got too enraged.

“…”

‘But why don’t you react?’

“…”

‘I’m in pain. Why don’t you care?’

I thought he would come running to see my condition immediately, but there weren’t any signs of that.

His expression became more distorted than before.

His arms were trembling as tears dripped down from one of his eyes.

It looked like he was about to explode in anger. Then something started to protrude from Kim Hyunsung’s body.

He continued to try to suppress it, but he was unable to properly control his emotions.

He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the floor like me when I was looking elsewhere.

He was looking at me as if he were looking up at me on the altar.

It was then that a black form protruded from Song Sookyung’s chest and swallowed the heart of the Son of Light.

Once again, light poured down from his body. Nevertheless, he didn’t stop the operation.

He probably thought there’d be more he could take.

‘He is indeed frugal.’

The appearance of the Son of Light became more and more horrifying.

His face was stained, and his white clothes were dyed red.

Unimaginable shapes were rolling all over him, and holiness no longer remained in any part of him. Tears of blood naturally flowed down where the gold eyes were located.

However, that smile remained the same. Only the smile of the saint, who had died comfortably, seemed impossible to defile.

-Ha… haha…

The demon scoured through my corpse.

He dropped the puppet on the altar as if he were no longer interested.

At that moment, the smile of the fallen saint disappeared with a rustling sound.

The face clinging to the floor could no longer be seen properly. At the moment when its red-covered face was crushed powerlessly…

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh… Aaaaaaahh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

Kim Hyunsung grabbed his head and began to scream.