Chapter 27
Han Sang-jip’s office had been a disaster for a long time.
Furniture lay overturned. Documents were torn, scattered, stepped on.
The only things that remained untouched were the chair he sat on, the conference table, and the two swords mounted on the wall.
“So… we’re just going to let it go? The bastard who crippled my sister’s leg?”
Endless meetings. No answers.
A clash between Han Sang-jip, who wanted revenge, and the executives, who wanted to protect the guild from collapse.
“Hyung-nim, why did we join forces and fight together in the first place? It was to feed our people and keep our pride intact. If we make a move now, it all collapses. Our people will be out on the streets. All our reputation—gone.”
“That’s right. The articles on the internet are all about us right now. Instead of going after them, shouldn’t we focus on cleaning up the situation first? After some time passes, we can—”
Bang!
The table cracked under Han Sang-jip’s fist.
He had been holding back too long.
“Then… what about my pride?”
“Hyung-nim…”
“Is it okay that my sister can’t even eat properly because her leg is ruined?”
“That’s not what we mean—”
“So what you’re telling me is that I should just swallow everything. That I should give up all my pride so you can keep what you have.”
No one answered.
There were countless arguments they wanted to make.
But none of them had the guts to say it while facing the furious Han Sang-jip.
“Hyung-nim… may I speak, even if it risks my life?”
An executive at the end of the table slowly stood up.
Everyone knew what he would say.
They all turned their heads away, biting their lips.
“Speak.”
“This time… I don’t think pride or appearances matter. The root of the problem was your sister. The bastard who attacked her used violent methods, yes, but the situation has gone too far for us to care about face, Hyung-nim.”
Han Sang-jip’s teeth ground together audibly.
Executives flinched, but the junior executive continued speaking—voice steady, prepared to die.
“Everyone here knows it. Your sister was a ticking time bomb. And that bomb has exploded. If we start something now… Eventful Guild will never recover.”
Bang!
The chair smashed into the junior executive’s face.
The impact knocked him unconscious instantly. Blood dripped down his forehead, fragments of wood scattering across the floor.
“Haa… haa…”
Han Sang-jip’s breath trembled.
He was always like this.
Abnormal. Explosive.
One push past the limit, and he lashed out violently.
“Those sons of bitches dare…”
All the executives lowered their heads.
They expected this. They knew reasoning wouldn’t change him.
Only the junior executive hadn’t understood that.
“My pride is your pride. Bring that bastard here. I’ll tear him apart with my own hands.”
At that moment—
Click.
The door burst open. A blue-shirted guild member rushed in.
“Don’t you train your people!? Who barges in during—”
“T-that’s not it! Hyung-nim! Something terrible happened!”
Only then did Han Sang-jip notice the man’s appearance.
Wide eyes. Sweat-drenched clothes. Shaking hands.
And worst of all—blood stains on his blue shirt.
“What happened!”
“S-some guy in a mask broke into the building!”
“What!?”
“He’s insanely strong! He’s already wrecked everything up to the 5th floor—”
Executives shot to their feet.
Someone was tearing through their headquarters?
At night? Alone?
“Lead the way.”
= = =
I stepped into Eventful Guild’s headquarters wearing a white fox mask.
From the lobby to the first-floor offices, blue-shirted thugs poured out—brandishing clubs, metal pipes, knives.
Like true gangsters.
Good thing I came late at night. Most regular staff were gone.
Only about ten gangsters rushed in at first.
“Still pretty tough.”
My stats had finally reached triple digits.
Even so, a hardline guild like this wasn’t easy to take down.
The higher the floor, the stronger the opponents. My breath grew ragged, metallic with blood.
But I never activated Regression Mode.
That was reserved for one purpose only.
Han Sang-jip.
And his executives.
After clearing the 5th floor, I stepped onto the 6th.
Han Sang-jip and the executives appeared.
“Found you.”
“Who the hell are you!?”
His voice shook the hallway.
“A fox mask?”
Behind the mask, my eyes locked onto his.
“I’m already in a bad mood today. And you show up. Who are you?”
He didn’t know who I was—but he wasn’t afraid.
Hands in his pockets. Confident. Arrogant.
I smirked.
“Are you smiling?”
His expression twisted.
He stormed forward, fist tightening.
‘Regression Mode.’
Silently, power filled my body. My height. My build. Everything shifted.
Han Sang-jip’s eyes widened for a moment—and then he swung anyway.
His punch that once felt fast and heavy… felt slow.
Weak.
Thud!!
I didn’t dodge.
I just caught his fist.
Barehanded.
His arm trembled inside my grip.
A bigger smirk spread across my face.
“Easy.”
“What? You crazy bastard.”
He tried pulling his fist back.
It didn’t move.
Not an inch.
“Huh?”
Only then did he understand.
This wasn’t coincidence.
This was dominance.
He yanked harder, using his whole body—but the more he struggled, the more my smile deepened.
Fear began settling in his eyes.
“Easy, you say…”
“You son of a—!”
His other fist shot forward.
My hand clamped over his face.
And I slammed him into the floor.
“Hyung-nim!”
Thud!!!!
The floor cracked. Rebar exposed.
His eyes spun.
I lifted him up by the collar.
“Hyung-nim!!!”
“You bastard!”
“Hit him!”
“Kill him!!”
More than ten executives charged.
I let the limp Han Sang-jip drop beside me.
“I’m letting you watch. So watch closely. This is what happens when you mess with me.”
Exactly one minute later—
All ten executives were down.
Groaning. Unconscious. Helpless.
All with the same injury.
A broken left leg.
“Y-you… bastard…”
“You’re awake? You really are tough. A body swords can’t pierce, right? If you were normal, your head would’ve burst earlier.”
I stepped toward him.
Han Sang-jip tried to get up.
He couldn’t.
“You must be scared.”
I grabbed his leg.
Crack!
“Keu…! Keueughhh!”
He didn’t scream—but his face flushed red with agony.
Fear swallowed him whole.
“You said swords don’t work on you. But bones break just fine.”
“Who… who are you…”
“Are you curious now? Did you ever tell the people you tortured who you were?”
“Why… why are you doing this…”
I grabbed his finger.
Snap.
“Keuek—! Haa… haa…”
[Regression Mode has been deactivated.]
Silence filled the room.
Bodies everywhere. Only two conscious people remained.
I took off the fox mask.
Han Sang-jip’s eyes widened.
“You… you…”
His face twisted—fear, anger, disbelief tangled together.
“What did you do wrong? You hurt people precious to me. You can do it, but I can’t?”
“I—I was wrong… we were wrong…”
I drew the Immortal Demon Sword.
Mana surged through it.
Then I layered Hyun-jung’s Mana Bullet on top.
The blade glowed fiercely.
“Let’s see if a sword can’t pierce you.”
“Wait… wait!!!”
Stab!
“Keuaaaaaaaak!!!”
The blade buried cleanly into his thigh.
I twisted it.
Crack.
“Ghh—!!”
“You said you were invincible to blades. But this looks like it hurts.”
“We—we were wrong! I’m sorry! Please, just once, spare me—”
I leaned down behind him.
“There is no second chance. Show your teeth again…”
My voice dropped to ice.
“Everything connected to you—I’ll kill them all.”
Swish.
I pulled out the sword.
Then wiped the blood using the back of his head.
“See you often, Han Sang-jip.”
“Y-yes!!!”
Bee-oooh, bee-oooh—
Ambulances arrived. Sirens filled the night.
Only after he heard the medics did Han Sang-jip look up, trembling in relief—
And finally break down, sobbing.
“Ah…”
= = =
The world belonged to the strong.
Strength was law.
Over ten ambulances pulled up at Eventful Guild.
Late at night, dozens were carried out on stretchers.
The Left Wing of Black Label watched from afar.
The moment he saw Han Sang-jip being carried out last, he turned away.
Mana gathered around him.
“Information needs to be updated. We… completely misjudged that person.”
He didn’t use a phone.
There was no one near him.
A whisper spilled into the empty night.
Yet someone responded.
[He did all that by himself?]
Hwang Ji-young’s voice—the Guild Master of Black Label.
“I confirmed it. All twelve executives and Guild Leader Han Sang-jip were taken away in ambulances.”
[…Those gangsters were hospitalized? Was it that bad?]
“Bang Hyuk-min. Should we investigate him further?”
Silence.
[No. I already dug deep into his background. There’s nothing left to find.]
“Could we have missed something?”
[Probably. Otherwise, there’s no way a kid who hasn’t even stepped into society could do this.]
Hwang Ji-young exhaled slowly.
[I saw him. Talked to him for over a week. Long enough to understand him. But the fact that we need to revise everything means one of two things. Either our senses are dull… or Bang Hyuk-min is far more unusual than we thought.]
The Left Wing nodded.
“Then I’ll return.”
[Go.]
And with that, he vanished.
This was the moment—
When not only Hwang Ji-young, but also the Left and Right Wings—
Placed a question mark on the name Bang Hyuk-min.