Regression Is Too Much

68 – The Regressor Accepts Fate (4)

You can tell by looking.

A room in the form of a long corridor.

I only took one step, but a pile of arrows flew from all directions.

Arrows fly from the beginning, but I can’t imagine what will come out when you go deeper. Poison? Thorn? Flame?

Looking at it from my point of view, it is a trap that is close to impossible to break. No matter how you look at it, this room is not a room made to be avoided. It’s a room made for you to overcome while taking it easy.

But it’s okay.

“… Brother Chan.”

“Why is that?”

“Can you break this front?”

Because I had a cheat key.

“… My power is the kind of power that should not be used carelessly.”

However, older brother Chan shows hesitation.

“Ah.”

He seemed to be worried about the fragile walls of the cave. In fact, isn’t there a precedent in which the ceiling collapsed due to the wrong use of power against a giant wolf?

“I understand what you are worried about. But I think it will be fine.”

“… “

But this time I was sure it would be okay. The reason is simple.

“Looking ahead, it looks like there’s a trap, right? In other words, it has sophisticated mechanical devices.”

It is not a relatively natural form of den, like the cavity where wolves previously hid.

The walls and floor are polished smoothly. Artificial traces are visible.

Moreover, it seems that the arrow-propelling device is hidden behind the wall…

“Simply destroying it doesn’t mean that the entire cave will collapse. It must have some level of shock-resistant design, as it hides a complex device.”

The ‘may’ after

Is omitted. If you don’t like it, you can go back.

“… “

Despite this, older brother Kang Chan continues to worry over and over again.

Even though all of my predictions so far have been correct and I have secured trust, it seems that he is worried that we will get hurt.

“That… “

It was Dok Soo-hee who started the support fire here.

“I put almost all of my stats on magic… I’m really weak against these types of traps… If you proceed with the standard, you will become a hedgehog… “

Dok Soo-hee looked at Kang-chan with a groggy gaze that did not suit her sharp eyes.

“How can I not… ?”

“Please, brother… !”

Like that, the two people who wanted to avoid the arrow clung to Kang Chan.

“… I get it. Back off.”

Kang Chan, who couldn’t win his gaze, took a stance.

Goooooh.

Kang Chan’s fist slowly starts to glow.

The moment when the wind blew through the narrow aisle and Kang Chan’s fist, which had been slowly raising the brightness, shone brightly.

Quaaang!

Kang Chan’s fist hit the trap-covered aisle.

“Oh… “

Though I was far away from the thought that it might return in the aftermath, I couldn’t fully observe the fist.

Kurrr

Through the violently shaking floors and walls, it was possible to indirectly feel Kang Chan’s helplessness.

That’s how the vibration subsided.

“… It doesn’t seem to have collapsed.”

When Kang-chan lightly shook his fist, I pouted and looked out at ‘what had been a trap passage’.

“Ha ha ha… “

The first thing that caught my eye was the various memorizations scattered here and there as if a mechanical device had malfunctioned, and the distorted and collapsed stone walls here and there…

Straight ahead, it was an open hole.

“… The hole is shaped like a fist.”

How to easily get past the worst pitfalls.

Borrow the power of Munchkin.

**

“… “

Brother Chan’s complexion was slightly pale, as if he had just consumed a lot of energy with that punch.

Well, if you can overuse that much power, it would be more correct to call it a god rather than a munchkin.

Isn’t the god who actually descended to Earth wielding power with his own cock?

“Shall we take a break?”

“… Okay.”

After passing through the messy trap passage, I went straight for about 5 minutes.

“… Is it a fork?”

The road in front of me split into two.

“Hmm… “

On the left, a man fighting a monster is depicted in a primitive painting style, and on the right, a man holding his head in pain is drawn.

There are two palm-shaped grooves dug into each stone gate. It seems that the two of them are torn apart and intend to proceed.

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“I will go left.”

At first glance, there must be a mental ordeal lurking on the right side.

And, as I repeatedly emphasize, the most important thing for a regressor is mental management.

Physical pain can be overcome, but mental pain cannot be overcome. Even if the spirit returns, it continues.

In other words, I won’t be able to walk through the door on the right with my feet. I’d rather clear the left door after repeating the regression several times, so why bother going to the right door?

“Well then, I’ll go to the door on the right with Kang Chan-nim!”

Gyung-jun Ahn stutters and insists on going to the door on the right with Kang-chan.

“But why with Chan-hyung… “

“Because Kang Chan-nim has a lifespan… You can forcibly reinforce me in case of emergency.”

When I heard it, it made sense.

Brother Chan can take care of himself perfectly, but Kyung-Jun Ahn is very vulnerable to outside surprises unless he is strong.

It makes sense for Kang Chan-hyung, who can make Ahn Gyeong-jun ready for battle in case of emergency, pair up with Ahn Gyeong-jun.

“In this case… “

“Are the two of us going?”

Dok Soo-hee nodded slightly and placed her palm on top of the door on the left.

I also looked into Dok Soo-hee’s eyes for a while, then raised my palm on the stone gate in the same way.

Kururureureung.

A slowly sinking floor. The floor did not come down suddenly like a trap, but slowly like an elevator.

“Keep it off, let’s meet after it’s over!”

By the time the vibration that buried Ahn Gyeong-jun’s voice was over.

“… “

The scene in front of my eyes was completely different.

What you see is a small room. It is a room designed by carving out the wall of a cave.

“There is a door, but… “

There is a stone gate right in front of you, but I don’t see a device that can be opened intuitively.

In other words, you have to do something in this room to open that door.

“Hmm.”

In the center of the room was a platform made of stone. On the platform, there is a small box and a bottle of wine that exudes a fragrant grain scent.

“… “

When the box was opened without a word, two glasses cut from stone caught my eye first, and a sharp needle in the center of the box was showing off its spirit.

A needle? Suddenly?

“What is this… “

The moment I was flustered and unknowingly spit out my thoughts.

[What is a warrior? Its essence is to kill enemies, but its purpose is to protect. A warrior who has nothing to protect is nothing more than a murderer.]

A mysterious voice comes out of nowhere.

The voice wasn’t audible, it was a strange voice that sounded like it was plugged directly into the head.

[We fight to protect our country on a large scale, we fight to protect our families on a small scale, and we fight to protect ourselves fundamentally. Therefore, a true warrior must know how to defend himself.]

“… “

A voice that preaches that warriors do not exist to kill, but to protect.

[To go one step further, a warrior must be able to protect his comrades fighting together. This is because the power of a true warrior is demonstrated when each tries to protect the other.]

“Hmm… “

It’s a plausible story. I also understood the concept of this room.

Are they testing each other’s hearts to protect each other? The reason why he bothered to tear the people in two was probably because there was an ordeal prepared for the two of them to cooperate.

Alright, you just have to fight while protecting the eagle.

The moment I was about to nod my head inadvertently.

[Drink the glass of blood and look straight into the eyes of your comrades. Fully understand the comrades shoulder to shoulder. Then the real ordeal will begin.]

“… “

I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.

Now I understand the purpose of the needle placed in front of my eyes.

The intention was to slit the fingertips and draw blood, then mix them into each other’s glasses and drink.

Yes, I knew there was such a custom. I also knew that there was an idiom like ‘blood brothers’.

Yes, there was ‘knowing’. I just never dreamed that a situation would come when I had to do that.

“Okay, I’m done.”

The venomous dog casually takes a drop of blood and pours it into a wine glass, then pours grain wine over it.

“Here.”

The needle she lightly placed on my palm felt as heavy as a log.

“… “

Well, this tower has no intention of letting me go comfortably.

“Haa… “

I gently closed my eyes and poked the tip of my finger with a needle.

[Damaged.]

[Return to the moment you first entered floors 3-5.]

***

“I will go right.”

“… Are you okay? It doesn’t look like it’s painful to hold on to your head… “

“Of course it’s fine.”

Of course it’s not okay.

He is already a regressor for whom mental management is important, but the path of mental damage cannot be liked.

But what should I do?

“Really… It’s really fine.”

I don’t have any options…