Genius Regressor Makes Mythic Items

Whoooosh!

The sound of a fierce wind echoed past her ears. The snowstorm covering the entire area boasted as much power as the sound suggested. In fact, those caught within its range.

Thud!

Crack.

Thousands of undead were freezing and shattering repeatedly in real time. Although undead were generally weak to ice magic.

Crunch.

Crack!

The hailstones mixed in the snowstorm were smashing everything regardless of such weaknesses. Only the higher undead like Dullahans and Ghouls were advancing gradually.

However.

“Tsk.”

The one who had caused this tremendous snowstorm. Olivia Denson clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

‘My Blizzard can only handle higher undead…?’

Blizzard was ranked among the top ice spells in existence. A high-level magic that poured all the advantages of ice magic over a vast area.

Moreover.

‘I’ve maximized the Frost Blood, yet half of the undead are still standing.’

The Frost Blood, an SS-Rank trait.

A characteristic that contended with the best in all ice-related fields. Even with the full activation of this trait, the undead in front of her weren’t easily falling.

Olivia’s gaze shifted towards the robed figures beyond the undead. To be specific.

‘That altar is probably a huge factor…’

An eerie altar exuding sinister green and gray energy. Considering the formation of the undead and necromancers, the importance of that altar was undeniable.

“Tsk. I have no choice.”

Olivia clicked her tongue and raised her arms.

‘If I can’t deal with these undead, approaching is impossible. Even if I use more magic, I’ll have to settle this quickly.’

With that decision, her eyes began to glow an icy blue. Not just her eyes.

Crack.

Blue streaks spread from her eyes across her face, like veins, traversed her slender neck and extended to her entire body.

Responding to this.

Whoooosh!!

The ferocity of the snowstorm sweeping the area intensified.

Naturally.

Crack!

The higher undead such as the Dullahans and Ghouls, who had been steadily approaching, quickly shattered.

‘Now’s the time.’

Seizing the opportunity, Olivia’s figure darted forward.

“Bone Rush.”

“Death Scythe.”

“Curse Paralyze.”

Various necromancer spells were cast with sinister voices. Truly befitting the name of the Brotherhood of Death.

‘They even use curses meticulously.’

With the flawless barrage of necromancer spells, Olivia had to withdraw to her original position. Not just her position.

“Rise.”

“In the name of Quetzalcoatl!”

From the Brotherhood of Death.

Or rather, from the altar behind them, demonic energy swept through the surrounding corpses.

Thud thud.

The undead she had painstakingly shattered stood back up in their original forms. The situation instantly reverted to their first confrontation.

“Sigh…”

Olivia chuckled bitterly. Not just because everything had become futile.

‘They aren’t restructured like golems or constructs. They’re restored perfectly with mere demonic energy?’

The difference between restructuring and restoration defied magic principles.

Then, she heard.

“Kuh kuh! Why don’t you just give up and accept it?”

“Your courage is commendable, but coming alone was foolhardy.”

“Hehehe! If you comply, I’ll turn you into a magnificent lich, Winter Queen.”

The Brotherhood of Death’s mocking voices echoed.

However.

If Olivia Denson weren’t the head of the sales department at American Dream. She could have aimed for the top ranks in the magic system.

‘I should retreat for now. But maybe I should use all my magic to cast Blizzard one more time…’

While calmly assessing the situation without falling for their provocations. She flinched. Suddenly, she sensed a presence behind her.

“When did you!”

Crack.

Startled, a long ice spear materialized in Olivia’s hand. Just as she was about to throw the ice spear without confirming the target.

“Burn.”

A familiar soft voice whispered in her ear.

‘This voice!’

Recognizing the voice, she instantly discarded the ice spear and.

“Haste!”

Used an acceleration spell to leap in the opposite direction. And into the vacant space.

Whoooosh!!

Scarlet flames rushed in.

***

They were clearly undead.

“Kyahhh!”

“Eeeek!”

The chilling screams echoed from all around. To such an extent that the previous blizzard seemed trivial.

“……”

Olivia gaped in a daze at the undead, disappearing in flames in an instant.

‘I’ve heard about that sword’s extraordinary power through broadcasts, but…….’

The crimson sword in Shimun’s hand. Perhaps due to the recent strike.

‘Never expected it to be this powerful.’

Hwaruk.

The sword, wrapped in small flames, held awe-inspiring power beyond mere astonishment. Through her angular glasses, Olivia’s eyes, showing admiration, were fixed on the front.

Only a few seconds had passed. The thousands of undead had already vanished without a trace.

Chiiing.

Only the warm steam and the embers licking the ground reminded them that the inferno was real.

‘With this…… even those fraudulent restorations would be difficult.’

Unlike her blizzard earlier. This time, not even a small bone fragment remained. No matter how absurd the restoration might be, it should be impossible this time.

As if to prove this,

“Oh my god…….”

“They vanished without a trace!”

“With this, restoration is…!”

The Brotherhood of Death couldn’t revive the undead as before. They just stomped their feet in frustration.

Soon, “Damn it! Don’t be scared! Even without the undead, we still have the altar!”

“Yeah, that’s right! Lord Quetzalcoatl is with us!”

“O Quetzalcoatl!”

Fitting for members of Desperado, they quickly regained their composure and began casting.

Ssssss.

The jade green and grey aura endlessly emanating from the altar enveloped the Brotherhood of Death.

In just 2 seconds, “Touch of Decay!”

“Blood Circle!”

“Shadow Fang!”

In that brief moment, high-tier necromancies of 6th-circle and above poured out.

Through the gaps.

“Curse Paralyze.”

“Blind!”

“Weakness Dodge!”

The jade green curses seeped into Shimun’s entire body. Even with the transformation ability that made him over 2 meters tall, it seemed he had no resistance against these curses.

The crimson sword that had been hanging down drooped even further.

“Darn! Shimun-nim!”

Just as Olivia was urgently casting her spell,

Swoosh.

Shimun’s hanging arm moved. Following it, the crimson sword in his hand also pointed forward.

When Shimun gripped the sword violently,

Hwaruk.

The crimson sword turned into a small flame and gathered into Shimun’s grasp.

Thus,

Fwoosh!

In an instant, the jade green curses binding Shimun were burned away.

Heavenly Demon Divine Art (天魔神功).

5th Technique Annihilation Cannon (波 殲滅砲).

A single crimson beam shot out from Shimun’s grasp.

Phssss.

Magic and curses above the 6th-circle vanished without a trace. It wasn’t just the necromancy. Even the necromancers under Death Lord Malik of the Brotherhood of Death vanished without a trace.

Chiiiing.

Only the white steam remained as a sign of their existence. Witnessing this otherworldly sight, “……”

Olivia, who had been casting support magic, froze in place. Then, as if regaining her senses, her eyelids slowly blinked.

But,

‘W-What sort of power was that…….’

The shock was so significant. The mind of the Winter Queen, known for calm and composure, couldn’t function properly.

Even more shocking was, “Tsk. As expected of a Constellation-level.”

Despite having dozens of curses on him, Shimun, who created this unrealistic scene, had a slight look of regret on his face, not satisfaction.

Naturally, ‘What could he possibly be unsatisfied with?’

Olivia’s gaze filled with incredulity. She couldn’t even begin to fathom what was going on in his mind.

Whether he knew of her gaze or not, ‘To think it would remain unscathed even from the annihilation cannon mixed with Laevateinn.’

Shimun looked with slight regret at the altar that was still emitting aura. It was understandable.

‘Even though Laevateinn’s durability was near its limit, to think it wouldn’t even leave a scratch…….’

A power that was power. Created for the purpose of destruction, Laevateinn exhibited potent attack power even in power struggles, along with its nature of not differentiating between friend and foe.

This was confirmed earlier against Marlina and Malik, wasn’t it?

But to think it wouldn’t even leave a scratch.

However, this regret was only momentary.

‘Well, if I keep attacking with mythic-grade weapons, it’ll break eventually. If not, I’ll even use devil energy.’

There were plenty of means to destroy it anyway. Brushing off his regret, Shimun looked at Olivia who stood dazed.

“Olivia, how did you end up here?”

“Eh? Ah!”

Regaining her composure at his question, she adjusted her glasses slightly and replied,

“I was on my way to support the Outbreak when I sensed a strong flow of energy here. When I arrived, I saw this situation.”

A concise and clean answer, typical of her. But, “No, that’s not what I meant…….”

It seemed it wasn’t the answer Shimun was looking for.

He trailed off for a moment, “Well, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like I can check all the butterfly effects.”

Suddenly mumbling to himself, he nodded.

To that, “I’m sorry, Shimun-nim, but I don’t understand what you mean.”

Olivia asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“It’s nothing. Anyway.”

Shaking his head quickly, Shimun glanced toward the altar.

“I’ll handle this side. Can you help out with the Outbreak?”

“Isn’t it more efficient to handle it together since only the altar is left?”

“Well…… Yujeong is battling Malik. I’m a bit worried.”

“Worried?”

Olivia’s eyebrow slightly raised at Shimun’s words. It was understandable.

‘No matter how formidable Death Lord is, he shouldn’t stand a chance against the Unbreakable Saintess, right?’

Considering the compatibility between a necromancer and divine energy, the outcome of the battle between Malik and Lee Yujeong seemed predetermined.

‘Even if Malik handles that jade green aura, someone of Lee Yujeong’s caliber should have backup strategies…….’

And it’s not like Shimun, who had a family-like relationship with Lee Yujeong, wouldn’t know this.

However, “Understood. I’ll support the Outbreak as you said.”

Without further comment, she nodded and promptly turned to leave.

Clack.

Her heels clicked noticeably on the battlefield. Watching her retreating back, Shimun chuckled softly.

“Such a good person.”

She must have known it was a lie. Yet she moved without hesitation.

This was likely because, ‘She trusts me that much.’

It was based on her trust in Kim Shimun as a person. Shimun, smiling pleasantly, said, “Now that the distraction is gone, it’s time to finish this.”

Clang.

He reforged Laevateinn and turned towards the altar. It wasn’t just Laevateinn.

Rumble.

Sudden thunder struck down into Shimun’s left hand. Gripping Astrape as well, Shimun maintained his Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

‘If my prediction is correct…….’

Shimun approached Quetzalcoatl’s altar.

Crackle.

Sizzle!

The jade green and grey aura writhing around was incinerated by the mythic-grade fire and thunder weaponry.

‘The moment I try to destroy the altar, it will inevitably appear. Then…….’

As Shimun pierced through the aura and reached the altar, raising his weapons,

『Indeed, quite impressive.』

Just as he expected.

『Laevateinn alone is astonishing, but Astrape as well?』

The chilling voice, more than eerie, seemed to pierce through his mind.

And then,

『So it’s true that someone recently favored by the Constenllations has appeared.』

Rumble!

The immense presence, as if carrying an entire building on its back, crushed down on Shimun. But it was only momentary. For some reason, Shimun only flinched his shoulders slightly and showed no sign of discomfort.

『Hoho? A mere mortal enduring my presence, impressive.』

The previously eerie voice now brimmed with interest.

Followed by,

Whoooosh!

The aura that had been flowing out like poison gas from the altar suddenly shot up to the sky. A massive pillar of jade green and grey aura.

From within,

『No wonder the Constellations took an interest in you, mortal.』

To be exact, descending along the pillar of aura,

『It’s unfortunate. Had you been one of the dead, I would’ve immediately made you my right hand, bestowing great favor upon you…….』

A massive serpent crawled down. The fascinating part was. Its head and body were adorned with vibrant feathers.

However, Shimun had no time to dwell on its ostentatious appearance. In its eyes, which were seeping aura,

『You had to be alive, didn’t you.』

Was a dense killing intent.

Then,

『Die.』

The killing intent materialized into the law of the world.

Sssss.

The wavering jade green and grey aura. The death decreed by the Death Constellation seeped into Shimun’s entire body.

At that moment, Shimun’s usually sharp eyes.

Sssss.

His pupils languished powerlessly.

Kiiiiing……

Even the active Odin’s Eye slowly dimmed.

Crack.

His sturdy Dragonoid form also began to dissolve. As the strength left Shimun’s hands holding Astrape and Laevateinn, and his body began to fall backward,

『W-What?!』

Quetzalcoatl’s eyes filled with shock. The reason was simple.

Thunk.

The legs that had lost strength supported Shimun’s body. Starting from the pupils languishing like those of a corpse,

“Hoo! So this is what death feels like? Interesting.”

Shimun, who had somehow regained his former appearance, was now grinning widely.