Five Time Regressor Walks the King’s Path - Chapter 18
Chapter 18
[A dungeon has been created in the southern part of the Parasta Empire.]
“Looks like they started to move. Ha Chun-Sung.”
In one of the rooms of the Havelia estate.
A man read the text devoid of expression while enjoying a cup of tea.
Silver hair along with a face resembling someone.
His blank expression changed to a slight smile as he placed the teacup down and looked at another window.
[‘Warrior Maker’. You are the warrior who will clear the world’s greatest dungeon. But oh my, before you can begin your job as a warrior, your skills have been sealed into progressive stages. However, if you become the next head of the House of Havelia, all your skills will be unlocked! You are the youngest son of the family famous for their swordsmanship, the House of Havelia! From the youngest of the country’s families, gather all the power and become the next head! (On Floor 24, a day passes every two weeks.)]
[There are currently two participants.]
“I’ve already practically beaten the other sorry lots.”
A smirk. His signature expression adorned his face.
“Cynthia, the previous heir, is all that remains.”
* * *
“What?”
Adventurer’s Guild Alliance, commonly known as Seoya.
In the Adventurer’s Guild Alliance, formed from S-class adventurers and the guilds of each country, a piece of news was brought up out of nowhere.
It was absurd news that Hofura of the Wind, an S-class quest that hadn’t been cleared for decades, was taken down.
“Is it the appearance of a Dragon Slayer?”
Talks about this “Dragon Slayer” went around, which was an alias that came with killing a Legendary-class dragon.
Those who gathered here were all talented people of their own countries, but even for them, the title of Dragon Slayer was not something they could obtain easily.
“Looks like a monstrous newbie has appeared somewhere.”
A man with bulging muscles, ‘Gyre’ Rotemius, spoke with a deep chuckle.
He was also a person who had been given the alias of Dragon Slayer in the past, so he knew the name’s worth.
“Is the one who killed Hofura of the Wind still alive?”
In response to the question suggesting both parties had died, ‘Giant’ shook his head. He was the leader of the Adventurer’s Guild for the Parasta area, where Ha Chun-Sung was located.
“Don’t know. I don’t even know where he is.”
“What? Then wasn’t it just a fight between dragons and Hofura ended up dying?”
“If something like that happened, it would’ve been noticed long ago.”
That made sense.
Dragons were catastrophic disasters.
The Adventurer’s Guild Alliance paid special attention to their every move, so there was no way they’d be unaware of a fight between dragons.
“By the way, what about the Black Knight?”
The Black Knight had not attended the meeting. One of the S-class adventurers questioned this, but the others had no clue either.
“There’s no way they wouldn’t show up for something as big as this.”
“Well, they must be on an important quest or something. More importantly, no one knows who killed Hofura. It’s a problem that we lack information about a monster at Hofura’s level.”
“We should send the investigation team, then.”
And so, Seoya began to make their moves.
* * *
After defeating the Black Knight, I laid them to sleep on a grassy field. Then I summoned twenty Skeletons.
I felt that this place had become a legit dungeon with ten Rabid Dogs and twenty Skeletons gathered together.
“The problem is the reward, the treasure.”
I didn’t have any treasures that would interest adventurers.
That was an important issue.
I couldn’t go further than one meter out, so I couldn’t search for one. Waiting forever for an adventurer to appear out of thin air was also impossible.
With limited options, I exited Blackie and sat down cross-legged.
I then focused my mana into my ears to improve hearing and focused my mind.
“…”
I heard people’s voices from afar.
“We couldn’t get one haul today.”
“These days, even being a bandit is rough.”
The moment I heard two voices chatting and laughing away, a faint smile drew across my lips.
“Blackie, let’s go.”
I pointed to a direction and Blackie, having caught on, jumped up.
Blackie sprouted black legs and put away his roots, stomping into the distance. I sat in front of the dungeon’s entrance and awaited his return.
* * *
Ottoman bandit village.
This large group, big enough that it required a group of B-class or higher adventurers, was one of the nuisances residing in the Parasta Empire.
From the point of view of the Parasta Empire, who was having a power struggle with the Karad Empire in the north, they couldn’t spare troops just to deal with the Ottoman bandits in the south.
That was why they asked the adventurers. However, the adventurers hunted monsters, not humans, so nobody was interested in hunting the bandits.
As a result, the Ottoman bandits grew in size and the toll taken by them began to increase. The Parasta Empire couldn’t help but pace about as they failed to find a solution.
“Kahaha, even idiots aren’t this stupid.”
He couldn’t believe he was enjoying this level of freedom thanks to taking just one good seat.
The leader of the bandits, Jin Vishuela, erupted into laughter.
Originally a fallen noble of the Parasta Empire, he led his men and settled here in the Ottoman forest.
After that, as a result of people joining after hearing the rumors about him, his bandit group grew to its current state.
Now they’d even built a village on the mountainside, so one could see how big they’d grown.
“Hey you, can’t you see that my glass is empty? Fill it up quickly.”
Jin Vishuela laughed while ridiculing the maid, as he had become a king.
Until suddenly, someone burst in through the door.
“Sir Vishuela!”
With gasping breaths, a bandit entered and knelt down.
With the excited atmosphere broken by the urgent voice of the bandit, Vishuela scowled.
“What? What’s all the fuss about?”
“Th-There’s a problem. Due to the sudden invasion of a dungeon, the village is a mess!”
“Dungeon?”
Vishuela found the news absurd.
A dungeon? What kind of absurdity was that?
Although he was a fallen noble, Vishuela was a strong man of level 70, a person who reached the advanced stage of Axe Expert.
He knew dungeons like the back of his hand, so he got up from his seat while frowning, as the news sounded nonsensical.
As he grabbed his proud axe and hurriedly followed behind the bandit, Vishuela’s jaw dropped.
Just as his subordinate had said, a dungeon was right there in the village’s center.
“Wh-What is that?”
“It’s a dungeon.”
Vishuela rubbed his eyes at the bandit’s answer, who looked quite troubled. He looked toward the dungeon again.
At that moment, a man caught his eye.
The man had defeated a few of his subordinates. He was whistling when his face brightened at the sight of Vishuela.
“You’re the boss?”
The man had heard of the appearance of Vishuela from the bandits, so he was recognized at a glance.
“I don’t know what kind of idiot you are to come here…”
Crack.
Vishuela ground his teeth.
He couldn’t forgive the man for what he’d done to his subordinates.
“You fearlessly made Sir Vishuela’s bandits like this?”
A fiery red aura formed on Vishuela’s axe.
He was angry, but cautious.
Even though the bandits were weaker than him, he trained them every day.
The man before him wouldn’t be easily defeated.
That meant the man’s martial arts were as good as his.
Vishuela held his axe at an angle and slowly rolled his foot out.
“Who the hell are you? Why did you attack us?!”
“I have a favor to ask of you.”
Vishuela’s face scrunched up at the unexpected words of the man, Ha Chun-Sung.
“A favor… Who would ask for a favor with this kind of attitude?”
“Oh, sorry. It’s not a request. It’s a threat.”
Ha Chun-Sung smirked, which caused Vishuela’s frown to deepen.
That rude attitude. It was an attitude typical of the nobles Vishuela had come across.
Though he was a former noble himself, from his perspective as one who hated the nobles that made him fall, he found Ha Chun-Sung very unpleasant.
“I will kill you.”
Vishuela’s axe moved.
Vishuela Style Axe Technique—
Subdivided Lo-Tera.
The axe, imbued with fiery flames, swung endlessly in every direction.
As if one axe turned into dozens, the swung axe swallowed up its surroundings and flew toward Ha Chun-Sung. However, he gently raised the scabbard that housed his sword.
Clank.
A small sound rang out.
The sound was so small that you couldn’t imagine it coming from a heavy axe and a sword’s scabbard colliding.
“You’re weaker than Hofura. No, you’re weaker than the Black Knight.”
“B-Black Knight?”
Was he referring to the Sword Master, the Black Knight?
Vishuela was startled by Ha Chun-Sung casually blocking his attack, but he didn’t hesitate to continue with his next technique.
Vishuela Style Axe Technique—
Slash Lo-Mante.
Vishuela’s axe was painted blood red.
The axe grew hot, and the heat led to greater cutting power.
At the same time, his arm began to buff up.
Mana rapidly concentrated into Vishuela’s arm.
‘I can only beat this guy if I give it my all.’
He was sure that the fact Ha Chun-Sung mentioned the Black Knight was certainly not a bluff.
Because of that, he thought of Ha Chun-Sung as the Black Knight and intended to finish him off with all his strength.
Shatter.
Until Ha Chun-Sung’s swordplay caused his efforts to be in vain, breaking his axe.
For an instant, Vishuela doubted his own eyes.
He couldn’t believe the aura-infused scabbard of Ha Chun-Sung had more cutting power than his own axe.
However, when the scabbard was pointed to his thick neck, he saw death flash before his eyes and his knees gave out.
Clatter Clatter Clatter.
His teeth chattered in fear of the feeling of death.
The aura that flowed from the scabbard had stopped right next to his next, and it seemed ready to swallow him at any moment.
“Now, will you do me a favor?”
“I will do anything!”
Like a true bandit, Vishuela immediately surrendered.
* * *
I took Vishuela as my subordinate and claimed the seat he’d taken. I sat down and stretched out the glass for him to pour.
“Pour the glass.”
“I-I will pour.”
“I don’t need it!”
“Aaakkk!”
After moderately bullying Vishuela’s mentality, since he looked ready to cry, I told him the favor.
“Now, there is only one thing I want you guys to do.”
“Yes?”
Perhaps it was because I gave each of them a smack, all of them lowered their heads and listened to me.
With a satisfied smile on my face, I pointed to a place on one of the Parasta Empire maps brought in by Vishuela.
“Here is my dungeon. I will continue to be located here in the future. Everyone is going to clear the dungeon every day.”
Vishuela gave a questioning look, but lowered his head in a panic when my gaze hardened.
He seemed to understand well what the look in my eyes was saying, which meant ‘don’t question my orders.’
“Don’t question it. And I mean every one of you. Every day, got it?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Oh, and bring me all your treasures.”
“Okay.”
Vishuela instinctively sensed what would happen if they were to disobey me, so he got busy instructing his men to bring the treasures.
As soon as my hardened and merciless gaze swept over the other subordinates, they dispersed in perfect order. Some took their weapons and headed to the dungeon, and the rest left to find treasure.
I watched the scene unfold while feeling satisfied.
With this, I was collecting treaties and men who would periodically give me bellicosity.
“Who said it had to be adventurers? Anyone, as long as they’re human, can do it.”
I praised my mind for coming up with such a smart shortcut and cackled.
“You!”
A sudden shout sounded.
I turned to see the figure of a woman standing at Blackie’s entrance. With a masked face, she approached me.
“Why… Why did a person of your caliber become a dungeon owner?”
I guess the Black Knight had come to her senses.
I cocked my head when I saw the Black Knight still looking confused, perhaps because she had been hit in the head.
“Why’s she like that?”
“Big Bro, the history of the Black Knight is famous. You don’t know about it?”
