Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 354

I died again. It was the 354th time, and it was still sad. Then, I opened my eyes and I was a child again. At first, I thought it was a dream. But it was real. I cheered without meaning to!

This time, my goals were different. I didn’t just want to look after myself. I wanted to keep my family and my people safe.

Logan read the story. His hand shook. He understood how the person in the book felt, maybe more than anyone else could.

Fortunately, I had experience.

Because he remembered his past life, the young man started to become strong from when he was a child. He thought the city was destroyed before because there was no one strong enough to beat the Orc shaman, who was like a bad magic priest.

He knew what to do because he had done it before. He carefully planned how to use the Force, which was still new and rough magic. He taught it to the people around him.

Many people wanted to learn from him. He became very strong, stronger than most wizards, even though he was still young.

But most people, even wizards, could not use the Force like him. It didn’t matter how easy he tried to make it, they couldn’t understand even the simplest things.

So, the training that worked well for him only worked for him.

The young man felt annoyed and upset.

Finally, he had to make his students do very dangerous training, like his father had done to him.

Luckily, because he trained so many people, some of them started to use the Force. These warriors trained hard and became strong enough to fight lizardmen and Orc warriors who had their own natural magic.

While they trained, the young man kept making himself stronger by thinking alone and pushing himself harder. When he felt ready to fight not just the Orc shaman, but also the even stronger Arch Shaman, he started to take action.

More than ten years passed like this.

Finally, the young man stopped all the attacks that sometimes came from the alien villages. He became the leader of a big city that brought all the human groups nearby together.

People called it the strongest city around, and the hope for all humans.

The city got this name because of him. People also called him ‘Great Warrior,’ which was a very big title.

Then, the strong people from other human groups, who had been scattered after the Magic Saint died, heard about the young man and paid attention to him.

These strong people, who were called High Priests or Magicians, asked the young man to train them too.

He said yes.

He had seen too much cruelty and attacks from the alien races and monsters.

He had seen too many of his people die in this life and the last. He didn’t want to see it again.

That’s how the ‘Union’ started.

It seemed easier than he thought to reach his goal.

Slowly, the Union became very big, bringing together human groups from all over the middle of the land.

As more humans joined together, the monsters and alien races attacked less often.

But the leaders of the Union, even the young man, didn’t see a problem until it was very bad. They were busy fighting monsters and alien races and making the Union stronger. They didn’t even think that a big problem could start inside their own human group.

When the leaders, the young man and the magicians, started to really look into what was happening, they found out who was doing it very fast.

“Huh…” Logan sighed as he read the book.

He couldn’t believe the name he saw again. These people were not just strange. They were crazy!

They were killing at least ten thousand people to do some terrible magic.

Normally, you can’t talk to crazy people. So, a fight started right away. But what happened was not what the young man expected.

As soon as the fight began, some of the leaders of the Union attacked from the inside! But this didn’t change things much.

The leader of the crazy people was called ‘The Snake Who Swallowed the Truth.’ He was a very powerful magician, very rare now because magic was getting weaker in the world. No one could fight his strange magic except the young man.

Logan felt a creepy feeling again.

If the young man died like this in the story, then who wrote this book?

The next part of the book seemed to prove his creepy feeling was right.

“Umm…” Logan made a noise and looked away from the book for a moment.

Since he came back to his childhood, he had a worried feeling, but he didn’t think about it much. Now, it came back stronger.

“What if all of this was not real?”

“What if everything would start again when he died?”

He was scared that all the hard work he was doing now was for nothing.

The book, written by someone he didn’t know, seemed to write down exactly what Logan was afraid of.

‘And the magic of the people from the Casel Magic Tower didn’t work.’

The book was full of stories that made him very worried.

Logan took some deep breaths to calm down and looked back at the book.

Like he thought, the story kept going in a way that was similar to his worries.

The young man felt like everything was pointless and he had lost something important. He started to think about why this was happening. Why did he keep coming back to the past? What was making this strange thing happen?

The young man went to see wise people in the world and asked for help.

He wanted to know the truth about why he was going back in time. But it was not easy to find answers.

He kept searching for the truth. Finally, he met a wise person from the Dragonkin, who was hiding far away in the south.

The wise Dragonkin said words that hurt him deeply inside.

The young man didn’t understand at all. He knelt down and asked the wise person to explain.

Looking at him, the wise Dragonkin clicked his tongue like he felt sorry for him.

“The first death.”

“When the city was destroyed, you were the warrior who fought until the end.”

“The people in the city, thousands of them, died watching you.”

“Their wishes are with you.”

“The second death.”

“People were killed for the descendants of Jibric Casel.”

“The unfairness and wishes of thousands of people are with you.”

Logan was tired of being reborn, each time starting over with the same empty feeling inside. But then, he read these words in the old book, and it was like a jolt of ice water.

“Gasp!?” he read aloud, his voice barely a whisper.

Goosebumps popped up all over his arms. He shivered, not from cold, but from a sudden, deep understanding.

The book spoke of a wish, heavy with sadness, and a deep resentment.

Immediately, a terrible image flashed in his mind: mountains of corpses.

It wasn’t just a metaphor. It was a mountain of corpses mostly made up of the Grandia refugees. Not just thousands or tens of thousands, but a pile of corpses exceeding a million.

And he was the only one fighting against the Empire, against the Emperor, within it.

As he thought about this, everything suddenly made sense.

“‘Jibric Cassel said he used divinity to regress me…'”

He had more faith in this record than in that statement.

No, he wanted to believe it.

“‘The power of the golden wish. Yes, my ancestor didn’t understand my Force. That’s right.'”

With trembling hands, Logan continued to read the booklet. His fingers felt numb, a mix of fear and excitement bubbling in his chest.

The sage’s words spoke directly to Logan’s tired heart.

The added words didn’t matter.

The young man was satisfied just by it being proven.

“Haaah…”

Logan let out a sigh of relief. His shoulders relaxed, the tension slowly leaving his body.

He wondered if a miracle could still be a miracle if it happened again and again.

He was greatly relieved just knowing that his regression was not some inexplicable twist of fate.

And it seemed the author of this book felt the same way.

However, the book went on, explaining that the sage, realizing he was late, spoke again to the regretful young man.

As soon as he heard those words, he sprinted madly towards his hometown, focusing only on the fact that there were still things left to protect at all costs.

Fortunately, he was able to make it in time.

The wish that had first caused him to regress, the battle of the city, was happening a little later than before, and in a slightly different form than before.

However, there was also a very absurd change.

Those who made people disappear, no, those who kidnapped them. They were followers of the Archmage Jibric Cassel.

They claimed that the forces of the human race must be gathered to bring Jibric Cassel, the guardian of humans, back into the world. Back then, I didn’t understand what they meant, but seeing the great mages also bewildered, it seemed those guys weren’t normal.

The descendants of Jibric Cassel, who I thought were just lunatics, were stronger than expected.

The book described how, when he finally realized the truth, all the leaders of the alliance, except him, were now enemies. He fought to the best of his ability, but in the end, he had no choice but to meet a bitter end.

And I opened my eyes again in my childhood.

More than resentment or revenge, what came first was emptiness. Why is my life repeating? And if this life continues to repeat, what is the meaning of all the efforts I am making now?

At the time, I was too clueless to understand. So I left the tribe and began to wander.

Most of the sages were angry, saying that I was mocking them. The great mage I happened to find also asserted that such a thing was impossible with any magic. But I didn’t give up.

– That’s what sent you back to the past. The last warrior who fought to the end.

– Of course, it’s rare to have experienced it twice. Tch tch.

My life was never empty.

– It’s still okay. The power of the wish, that golden light is still with you, which means that the resentment of those who wished for it has not yet disappeared.

In the place where I wasn’t, those guys were there. The black snake, the descendants of Jibric Cassel. Those guys were protecting my hometown and fighting against the other races.

I was stupid and couldn’t even feel mana. So I couldn’t even dare to learn magic, which could be said to be the most powerful force in the world. For me, Force was the power itself that someone without talent could cultivate.

That’s why, conversely, I thought that ordinary people could also learn Force as easily as I did.

But that was a delusion.

When I achieved the great feat I couldn’t achieve in my past life, I thought I had completed everything.

It was an arrogant thought.

– Let’s build the human empire once again.

– So that we are not shaken by any provocations from other races.

The gradually decreasing power of Mana in the continent also had a big impact. The monsters seemed to be continuing to move south, and the other races, who were more sensitive to mana than humans, also showed similar movements.

It’s still slow, but someday all the other races will completely migrate to the south. Maybe even beyond that… According to that judgment, the alliance expanded its base to the north.

Naturally, the north became the world of the human race. But in the meantime, an unexpected problem arose. Disappearances began to increase within the alliance’s sphere of influence.

An Imoogi, a kind of snake that had become powerful and evil. Their leader, who symbolized that mythical being, called himself the ‘Snake Who Swallowed the Truth.’ And he was spouting crazy nonsense.

– We are the only ones who know the truth of the world.

– This is the only way to truly save humanity.

– It’s not enough yet. We need more humans! Offer them!

At first, I thought some of the leaders of the alliance had betrayed us. But I knew it when I saw their eyes. That it wasn’t their own will.

The descendants of Jibric Cassel. They were manipulating people’s minds and summoning monsters from other dimensions. If there was any luck, it was that their magic didn’t work on me for some reason.

– God? Don’t make me laugh. I don’t know about the creator, but the gods that came after that are just another life form in a higher dimension. Well, they might be a little stronger. But they can’t interfere with time. So is it completely impossible? No, it’s possible.

– Even those guys need divinity, in other words, the belief of intelligent beings. Do you know what that means?

– It’s the resentment of intelligent beings with ego, a miracle created by the wishes of innocent people. The souls of the wronged have gathered to create hope in the form of you.

– But what are you doing here now?

For a moment, my mind went blank. And the sage of the Yongin tribe explained it to me again.

– They also wanted to resolve their resentment. They believed in you, the one who fought to the end.

– What? Meaningless regression? You’re talking nonsense because you can’t see the enormous resentment on your shoulders! Tsk, that’s why the human race is like this…

The sage wrote that in ancient times, when people and gods were closer, there were others like him.

The book explained that in very old times, when the world was closer to the heavens and gods, people like him were more common.

He also said that the more time passed, the rarer people like me would become. Because the further away from the mythological era, the greater the scale of the resentment needed for regression would increase.

So, if another person like me were to be born, there would have to be a sacrifice on a scale so terrible that it is unimaginable in this era, he said.

At that moment, many things flashed through my mind. The families and friends who cried and laughed with me. The tribesmen who cheered me on. And the people who laughed in the gradually growing village, in the city.

All of them were me. All that hope and expectation was supporting me. And yet, with only two deaths and regressions, I believed that it was all an illusion and ran away.