Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 355

The descendants of Jibrik Cassel shouted, “All for Humanity!” again and again. They used strange and ugly magic to protect the city. Watching them made people feel cold and disgusted, and not just because of the terrible things Jibrik Cassel had done long ago.

Orcs and lizardmen always hated humans. But even races that are usually friends with humans, like elves and dwarves, became enemies. This was because humans had treated Jibrik Cassel badly. Elves and dwarves respected Jibrik Cassel as a great magic user.

“Persecution?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile wryly at this point.

Logan thought, “Of course, my ancestor wouldn’t show me anything that made *him* look bad.”

Jibrik Cassel was angry at the ‘Nine Gods,’ who were like powerful leaders for each race. Logan wasn’t sure if Jibrik Cassel had a good reason to be angry. But Logan thought what Jibrik Cassel did after that was just sad and weak.

Jibrik Cassel showed his descendants his life story. But he didn’t show them these sad and weak actions. Maybe he was ashamed of them himself.

Logan also thought about the sacrifices Jibrik Cassel made.

“It’s still hard to believe the Nine Gods were leaders of other races,” Logan thought. “If Jibrik Cassel was always this kind of person, maybe the Nine Gods didn’t want to help him become more powerful.”

Logan sighed, feeling a renewed sense of disgust for his ancestor.

Then, something nudged his leg.

“Hmm?”

The wolf, who had been yawning beside the altar as if bored, pressed his lips shut and nudged him with his front paw.

It felt as though he was urging him to read the book quickly.

Having experienced and read mythological stories one after another, Logan now simply accepted the wolf’s human-like behavior as normal.

“Alright, alright.”

Logan chuckled and, realizing that he had been standing and reading all along, simply plopped down on the spot.

Logan thought, “Wait a minute… there are no statues or anything on this big, round altar. Is it just a desk?” Maybe because he was finally sitting down and comfortable, a random thought popped into his head.

However, the moment he turned his gaze back to the book, all idle thoughts vanished without a trace.

“Ah…!”

Logan exclaimed again at the content that followed.

He felt the wolf looking at him sharply again, but Logan couldn’t stop himself from being surprised.

“Magnus.” The book said this old word meant ‘great.’ It was also the old name for Gran, the city that is now the capital of the kingdom.

That was the name before the first king of Grandia and the powerful magic users of that time came together. They built the huge walls and magic spells to protect the city.

“The old name of Gran…”

Logan felt a growing fondness for the author of the book.

“It really did become that way.”

As if responding to the unknown author, Logan smiled, recalling the story of how Grandia was started.

A long time ago, even as recently as a thousand years ago when many people moved around in what was called the ‘Great Migration,’ there was no strong human country in the middle of the continent. Then, Gran, also called Grandia, was started by powerful humans who had special abilities. They came together in the eastern part of the continent. Gran became like the only hope for all humans.

The people in the city were happy because these descendants of Jibrik Cassel had helped defend them. So, people liked them. Because of this, even a young man who remembered a past life knew he couldn’t just show that he hated them. Right now, he was just someone who helped save the city, not someone in charge.

In the end, he hid his true feelings and acted friendly while secretly watching their movements.

The young man watched them closely. After a while, he started to see things that were like what he remembered from his past life. He saw signs that something bad was going to happen again.

The city of Magnus kept growing bigger and stronger, just like it had in the young man’s past life. But this time, it was the descendants of Jibrik Cassel who were in charge, not the young man and other powerful magic users.

But as the city grew, people started to disappear, a few at a time. The people who lived in the city, the ‘natives,’ were too excited about the city growing so fast to notice. They didn’t pay attention to a few ‘outsiders,’ people who had just come to the city, going missing. But the young man noticed right away and became worried.

Finally, he found out who was making people disappear. It was some of the descendants of Jibrik Cassel. They were secretly killing humans as sacrifices to make themselves stronger in magic.

But the result was different from what the young man had expected.

“Tch.”

A stinging sensation in one side of his chest.

Logan felt a sense of guilt for no reason, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Hmm?”

At this passage, Logan’s eyes lit up.

The book said that people had made the big magic spells protecting the city stronger. This was to protect against the magic from the ‘Cassel Magic Tower’ (which was like a group of magic users from Jibrik Cassel’s family). But these protections were not perfect. And they only worked well in strong places like fortresses or big cities like Gran, where they had been added extra spells.

Logan thought, “If I could quickly find someone who has been hurt by their mind-control magic, I would be less worried about more people getting hurt.”

However, the moment he read the next passage, Logan’s expectations vanished.

Good, then bad.

The book said that the magic made people become like fools. That was good to know. But the book was not clear about how long the mind-control magic lasted. It just said ‘a long time,’ which was too vague.

How long is a long time?

Months? Years?

“……Years would be troublesome.”

How should I apply this?

A sigh came out involuntarily, but at least it was better than having no clue.

Thinking positively, Logan continued to read the book.

Logan thought, “I like this author. We are alike.” Logan felt like he understood the author for some reason. He smiled, feeling pleased.

Logan also knew things about the future, and he had decided to make very careful plans based on what he knew.

He thought changing the past would be simple, but it was much harder than he imagined.

Every time Logan saw his actions change the present from what he remembered, he worried more. He feared that other unexpected things might also change because of him.

The fear of more changes made him impatient to fix things.

Logan thought to himself, ‘Maybe it’s just me being slow, or maybe my brain isn’t working right… wait a minute.’

‘Wasn’t this other person supposed to be not very smart too?’

Logan clicked his tongue in annoyance. ‘Tch.’

He understood now why he felt a connection to this ‘not very smart’ person. It was because they were similar! This realization made him feel deeply unhappy.

As these events unfolded, the young man’s special power, called ‘Force,’ started to attract a lot of attention.

Before the Archmage Saint vanished, he said these words: ‘Force is weaker than magic. But anyone, even ordinary people, can learn and train to use Force. Tell everyone about Force and encourage them to learn it.’

Over time, people misunderstood what the Archmage Saint meant. They started to think Force was weak and unimportant, the opposite of what he wanted. They believed only weak people, who couldn’t use magic, would use Force.

Maybe this misunderstanding about Force was common in this area. Perhaps it was the reason why the old kingdom of Grandia became a strong kingdom known for its knights, not for magic users.

Logan nodded, understanding what he was reading about Grandia and Force. He had guessed something like this might have happened. But then, the book told an even more surprising story.

The book described how this young man fought many battles against the descendants of Kassel. These battles happened all over the land. In almost every fight, the young man won. He fought against the Kassel descendants themselves, against monsters and people they controlled, and even against other groups like elves or dwarves.

The book listed all these battles. It only gave short summaries of what happened and who won, but even that list was very long.

But the book gave very specific details about the evil plans of the Kassel Magic Tower and the magic they used back then. It was clear what the author wanted to show the reader.

‘…Amazing,’ Logan whispered.

The book was so thick and full of information, it felt overwhelming at first. But Logan knew it was important and worth reading every word.

After Logan finished reading the long account of battles, a new part of the story began. ‘Sword God?’ Logan wondered. ‘Where have I heard that name before?’ He tilted his head, trying to remember. But what he read next sounded worrying and dangerous.

The book asked, ‘Isn’t that enough?’

Logan frowned, confused by the question. Then, he recognized the phrase! ‘Wait… what?’ he exclaimed softly. It was a phrase he knew very well. Suddenly, Logan was sure. The handwriting in the book… it wasn’t just his imagination. It was real, and it was familiar. He noticed something small – just one extra letter added to a word.

Things were a bit dangerous, but Logan helped defend the city. Because of his help, they survived the attack of the Orc shaman. This was the second time in his current life, and maybe even past lives, that he had protected his city, Magnus.

People who knew what had happened would hate anyone who said they were related to Jibrik Kassel. But in Magnus, some wise people argued for the Kassel descendants. They said the Archmage Saint had saved humans from the Black Dragon long ago, so they should be respected.

It took Logan a whole year just to start investigating them. He watched them carefully, still suspicious, but there were too many of them, and he was working alone. Even finding a small piece of information was just luck.

Those bad people tried to stop the investigation. They said the person Logan caught was just one bad apple acting alone. But for them, the problem was this: the person Logan caught had red hair and red eyes, looking exactly like the famous Jibrik Kassel.

But I didn’t know it then. From then on, the tenacious and bitter feud between the descendants of Jibrik Kassel, or rather, the Black Snakes, and I began.

But despite the numerous victories that gave me a grand epithet, I couldn’t root out the Black Snakes. The bad people, driven into a corner, simply hid from me. Those who manipulate people’s minds had made up their minds to hide, so even if I was called the God of the Sword, unless I was a real god, I didn’t have the talent to search the entire continent alone.

The one who is reading this book probably has the power of yearning or has learned its vision.

After the Archmage Saint’s disappearance became certain, the uprising of other races continued in the central part of the continent. As a result, rumors spread that it was no longer an environment where humans could live.

Even elves and dwarves, known to be benevolent, attacked humans, and shocking stories were heard that in some areas, humans were enslaved and traded. The price of the Archmage Saint’s persecution of other races was returned to humans.

As a result, my city, Magnus, located on the eastern part of the continent, continued to grow in population. There were even people who said that this place, the hometown of my tribe, would one day become not just a simple city but the hope of mankind.

The bizarre rumor that the Archmage Saint gathered and devoured young children from all over the continent was still widespread among humans, so the fear of the Archmage Saint was, in some ways, more severe among humans than among other races.

Eventually, large-scale sanctions began to be imposed on their events. And in the process, I publicly revealed that the majority of the city’s leaders were under their brainwashing.

The method was simple. Those who had been exposed to their brainwashing magic for a long time were unable to do even two-digit addition or subtraction. It was a fatal flaw that those who were smarter than others and became representatives of each tribe became fools.

And that state was certified by other mages as being caused by magic.

The descendants of Kassel protested. The representative claimed that it was a plot by those who envied them. They had not shown anything about mental magic in the meantime, so they flatly denied knowing such methods.

I, who knew the truth, could only be furious and impulsively took action. It was a mistake.

But that rather revealed their true colors. As soon as I attacked their representative, the surrounding soldiers rushed at me madly with bloodshot eyes. Anyone could see that they were not normal.

It was fortunate that they didn’t know about me. The fact that the Tower Lord coughed up blood several times while trying to cast some kind of magic on me was decisive. Because of that, they were pushed back by other mages and eventually left the city in a hurry.

And in our Magnus, their symbol, the Black Snake, was declared the primary enemy, ahead of other races.

As magic gradually decreased in the world, the number of those who were sensitive to it also decreased over time, but that perception remained. But thanks to me, that perception disappeared, at least in Magnus.

It was due to a misunderstanding that the power of yearning I possessed brought about extremely incompatible results only for the descendants of Kassel, but I pretended not to know that fact. Considering the disappearing magic, the power that humanity should develop in the future should be Force, not magic.

I was so sure.

At some point, a slightly grandiose rumor about me began to circulate.

A person who overcomes magic with martial arts and Force that would only hunt weak monsters.

Now, people began to worship me, going beyond simply thinking I was amazing. They regarded me as similar to the priests of the Nine Gods, who have recently emerged as the mainstream of humanity, wielding incomprehensible powers and performing miracles. Thanks to this, I was called the one sent by the God of Weapons, or the God of the Sword.

I was confident that I had done my best to respond to the power of yearning that had regressed me, but I could not be satisfied with that and turn back. It was because the Archmage Taron Ares, who had become my colleague and friend, had left ominous words. Unless they were completely eradicated, they would revive Jibrik Kassel someday.

Even if I overlooked the fact that he had the power of prophecy, it sounded like a reasonable deduction to me, who had been fighting those bad people for decades. But realistically, there was no way to exterminate them.

I worried and worried again. Then, suddenly, an idea came to mind. If I couldn’t root out the bad people who would reappear someday, wouldn’t it be possible to break their hope itself?

There was no way to spread the power of yearning, which was the easiest method. So, I devoted myself to further improving the skills I had created while fighting those bad people for decades. To kill a demigod who conquered magic, the power of nature, with Force, the power of only one life, perhaps a being who had become a god.

Of course, it wasn’t easy. But the power of yearning that existed within me, and my friend Taron, helped me. And the Black Snakes, who had fought me throughout my life, stimulated that inspiration. So, I was able to create it. A vision to cut down the god called Jibrik Kassel, whom they wanted to summon.

The first three forms to cut existing matter, the middle three forms to cut off all abilities, and the last three forms to separate the origin, space, and soul, plus the last form that even I could not achieve.

A total of 10 forms of God-Slaying Technique. And I named it ‘The Sword Vision to Kill God’, imbuing it with my yearning and passing it on to future generations.