Five-Time Regressor Walks the King's Path - Chapter 17

Five-Time Regressor Walks the King’s Path

[Translator –  Grass]

[Proofreader – Valirius]

 

Chapter 17

A sturdy build, a pretty handsome face. Hofura’s eyes shone the moment she saw a man that matched her tastes perfectly.

‘The whistle that came in on the wind must have been made by this guy.’

Hofura rolled her eyes, thinking that a good toy had come into her hands after such a long time.

[Human, it’s a good whistle. In front of me, do it one more time.]

A dignified remark flowed from Hofura’s mouth.

For a normal person, it would take just one word. The aura from one word would make them faint, but the man was casually looking at Hofura.

She had a hunch that the man was out of the ordinary.

“Hey, dragon, come closer.”

[D-dragon? This body has the name of “Hofura of the Wind”!]

“Ok, Hofura. Come down a little bit.”

The yelling Hofura was surprised by the man’s attitude.

For some reason, the man was looking at her with a heated look, and without knowing, Hofura shrank away.

She had never seen a man so bold.

[Hmmm, well, I am quite beautiful. I understand you’d want to see me up close.]

Hofura, who was embarrassed and coughed to hide it, came down pretending as if she had no choice.

When she sat down about two meters away from the man, he was waving his hands as if to indicate it wasn’t enough.

“Closer.”

[Gosh, what an aggressive guy. No, I can’t. Do you want to see this body that closely?]

Hofura moved her giant foot forward, carefully, while pretending not to like it, like a shy girl.

Then a bolt of lightning burst from the man’s sword.

Hofura’s eyes shook for the first time when the aura formed on the man’s sword.

Chills. Goose bumps under her scales.

It was because she felt fear from the strength of the man.

Sensing the threat, Hofura flew up with a rough flap of her wings.

She was still quick to recognize the danger as a dragon, so she tried to escape.

“Too late.”

But Hofura trembled with astonishment at the voice she heard under her.

It was already too late to get out of range of the man’s attack.

“Bonus dragon.”

On that day, Hofura was decapitated.

 

* * *

 

When Blackie swallowed the Rabid Dog, he quickly grew and spoke a single word, “Wow.”

An hour after swallowing the Rabid Dog, Blackie was sprouting as if he’d entered a growing period.

He took root in the surrounding land and began to rapidly increase in size, outgrowing the name Blackie as he became huge.

That moment he broke away from the shape of the tower’s entrance into a form more and more similar to a dungeon.

 

[Dungeon Growth (Blackie)]

 

Lv.2

Current Amount of Bellicosity Owned: 50

Growth Power: Stage 2

Difficulty: Easy (F)

 

Special Note

1. Monsters currently in possession.

– Rabid Dog Lv.1: Consumes 1 bellicosity when summoning one.

Feed more monster bodies or bring monsters to the dungeon. (Monsters eaten by the dungeon continue to be created in the dungeon.)

2. Not enough bellicosity to run the dungeon. At this rate, the dungeon’s life will end in a month.

3. There are currently no owned rewards. If you don’t find treasures, the adventurers won’t look for the dungeon. (The treasure eaten by the dungeon continues to be produced in the dungeon.)

 

The status window of Blackie, now level 2, came up.

After looking at the status window for a moment, I frowned slightly.

It was because the time limit of a month was at stake as soon as things began.

I’m sure it said two weeks here was a day outside.

Thus, I needed to somehow find an adventurer to pump up the bellicosity within two days of outside time.

‘To do that…’

I had to turn Blackie into a dungeon that would attract adventurers.

‘Do adventurers come here before that?’

Looking at Blackie with my arms crossed, I first dragged Hofura and the skeleton bodies inside.

I could see a curiously lush forest inside.

It seemed that the dungeon’s interior was constructed like this.

At that moment, the outer wall was dilatory and swallowed Hofura and the skeletons I brought.

 

[Hofura of the Wind (Lv.193) was absorbed by the Dungeon.]

[Skeleton (Lv.1) was absorbed by the Dungeon].]

 

Oh, it absorbs it right away.

This is kind of fun.

“Then summon one of the Rabid Dogs.”

 

[One Rabid Dog will be summoned to the dungeon. Consuming 1 bellicosity.]

 

At that moment, a Rabid Dog appeared and barked.

The Rabid Dog that appeared in front of me paced around and walked off somewhere, while I watched it with folded arms.

It doesn’t look that great.

“Let’s summon nine Rabid Dogs.”

 

[Nine Rabid Dogs will be summoned. Consuming 9 bellicosity.]

 

Nine Rabid Dogs were summoned one after another.

However, as the nine were scattered, it still seemed empty…

‘Well, it’s just the start. It’s unfortunate that there’s no leveling thanks to the restrictions, but there’s nothing we can do.’

As soon as I shrugged my shoulders.

 

[An adventurer has entered the dungeon.]

 

Another alarm rang.

 

* * *

 

A black suit of armor.

The woman called the ‘Black Knight’ was an S-class adventurer who achieved the feat of Sword Master at the age of twenty one.

Her real name was Cynthia Havelia.

Born as the youngest daughter of the Havelia family, famous for their swordsmanship, she had already shown her talent since she first held a sword.

The innate body, born of the Havelia’s bloodline, and overwhelming swordplay that would make any swordsman shudder at the difference in talent.

Cynthia, who was born with those two things, was even designated as the next head of the Havelia family.

However, soon after, she was kicked out of the family and deprived of everything except the sword.

The reason for this is that she went against the will of Ivlgeria, king of Alexandra, who was also called the demon king.

Cynthia had rejected his proposal when he secretly visited her one day, and as a result, she was cursed by Ivlgeria and had the “Forever Corroding Mask” placed upon her.

Because of the mask that came back, no matter how many times she removed it, she was disqualified as the head of the house.

The humiliation of being subjected to the demon king’s curse, as well as the hideous masked appearance, were ill-suited to being the head of the House of Havelia.

After losing her family name, family, and even her face in an instant… When Ivlgeria told her the mask would fall off on its own should someone defeat him, she began sharpening her sword as an adventurer.

She believed she would be able to go back to her family one day if she defeated Ivlgeria and removed the mask.

“Dungeon?”

And she saw a new dungeon in front of her.

Cynthia, who often walked along this road, knew that there was no dungeon here.

So she tilted her head questioningly.

‘Did a new dungeon appear? This is the road that novice adventurers often take.’

The thought passed through Cynthia’s head. There might be an adventurer who would unknowingly enter this dungeon.

So she willingly stepped into the dungeon.

If it was a dungeon of low difficulty, then it would be fine for novice adventurers to enter. But if it was a dungeon of high difficulty, then she would inform the Adventurer’s Guild to restrict entry.

Cynthia thought of it as one of her duties as an S-class adventurer.

The moment she entered the dungeon, a forest came into view.

The dungeon seemed new and had a peaceful atmosphere, so Cynthia guessed that it was indeed a newly-created dungeon.

A Rabid Dog then appeared in front of her.

When the monster appeared, she immediately pulled out her black sword and cut it. Afterward, she nodded.

Judging from the Rabid Dog, it seemed that it was a dungeon of low difficulty.

‘At this rate…’

Even novice adventurers would be able to clear it.

There were only ten Rabid Dogs that came out.

Cynthia slew all of them and walked further inside. At that moment, she felt a presence.

When she entered after cutting through the bushes, a vacant lot unfolded, and there stood a man.

“Adventurer?”

Was there someone who came in before her?

Cynthia’s steps stopped the moment she approached the man with her question.

The goose bumps forming on her body pointed to the man’s identity.

The master of the dungeon, a boss monster.

Cynthia’s eyes began to gradually change.

A mix of anger and resentment.

The man Cynthia wanted to kill the most came to mind, the one who cursed her and made her destined to forever hide her face with a black helmet.

The man in front of her was doing the same thing as the demon king.

A fire surged in Cynthia’s eyes.

Without a word, Cynthia swung her sword.

The sword containing the Sword Master’s aura flew forth to cut Ha Chun-Sung’s neck.

However, Cynthia’s swing was lightly blocked by Ha Chun-Sung’s raised sword.

Cynthia’s eyes opened wide from this unexpected situation.

She frowned and soon swung again at Ha Chun-Sung.

There were a number of bouts.

In the end, it was Cynthia who swayed first.

Ha Chun-Sung was clearly only defending. Her sword never reached him.

‘He’s strong. Why did such a strong person become the owner of a dungeon?”’

Cynthia widened the distance and regained her posture, fixing her breath.

Ha Chun-Sung was strong.

To the point where he could just lightly play with her.

‘No, was it because he was strong? Because there are always strong people who are obsessed with being strong.’

Cynthia, her head full of her enemy, the demon king, let out a thin breath.

Cynthia’s sword was dyed black.

 

Cynthia Havelia Style—

Goblin Horn.

 

Cynthia’s sword became infinitely thicker.

Aura absorbed the light and the area was as empty as a shadow.

 

Cynthia Havelia Style—

Twilight Cradle.

 

Cynthia wielded her sword.

One swing.

But the swing contained thousands of slashes.

When the sword, seemingly containing a thousand blades, attacked Ha Chun-Sung from various angles, he followed along and swung his sword.

In spite of Cynthia’s secret technique, Ha Chun-Sung deflected all of her blows.

But he still didn’t fight back.

Cynthia bit her lip and poured her energy out at his behavior, which seemed to be dragging things out.

 

Cynthia Havelia Style—

Fifty Thousand.

 

A black aura suddenly shot up while the swords clashed.

The aura fiercely flew for the neck of Ha Chun-Sung, ready to cut his neck off at any moment. It was then he uttered a short sentence.

“Good. I’ve had enough.”

 

Third Form—

Lightning Sword Extraction.

 

Lightning billowed in the sword.

As the stretched sword swung at a speed that could not be chased by the eyes, the sound of the black sword breaking echoed.

Cynthia’s embarrassed eyes shone through her helmet, and Ha Chun-Sung hit her head.

Cynthia, who was struck to the floor with a crushed helmet, trembled and soon stopped.

Ha Chun-Sung turned away, leaving her alone.

He had determined that he earned sufficient bellicosity.

“W-Wait.”

At that moment, a voice sounded from behind.

Ha Chun-Sung, who didn’t think she’d still be conscious, looked back at Cynthia. There she was, with her broken helmet thrown away.

Cynthia’s face was overlaid with a mask of a frowning face.

The mask was wriggling and grotesquely flowing through Cynthia’s face.

She shuddered at the unpleasant sensation.

“Not yet, not yet.”

Blood flowed from her mouth when she bit her tongue from the shock, but Cynthia didn’t care and grabbed the sword again.

Cynthia, who seemed to be a complete mess, began to approach Ha Chun-Sung. He stood still, frowning, and tilted his head to the side.

“Wait, are you the Black Knight?”

Cynthia’s eyebrows creased at the man’s way of speaking, seemingly knowing of her.

Ha Chun-Sung, who saw Cynthia’s reaction, made a strange expression.

There was definitely a hint that said to protect the adventurer called the ‘Black Knight’, but he didn’t think the first adventurer to appear would be the so-called Black Knight.

‘The Constellation intended it.’

It deliberately created a meeting.

However, Cynthia was already at her limit.

He thought it was fortunate that he purposely avoided killing her to earn bellicosity. He delivered a kick to Cynthia’s abdomen.

“Go to sleep for now.”

Cynthia’s consciousness flew away.