The Regressor Can Make Them All

Chapter 41

“Cough, cough...”

When he got up and looked around, the luxurious room and fat pigs had vanished without a trace. They must have turned to dust and disappeared with the explosion.

I almost died...

Had he not worn layers of armor just in case, he would have been turned to dust without leaving a single bone fragment behind, just like those pigs.

Taking off his half-melted armor, he walked toward the hole in the wall to look outside. Black smoke and flames were rising from various places. It seemed that all of the surrounding buildings, which were owned by them, had been attacked simultaneously.

“I swear I’ll never make a deal with those bastards again...”

He only came here because they said they would give him a good deal on hard-to-find materials, but he should have known better than to get involved with those with shady backgrounds.

Staring down at the burning view, he was cursing alone when suddenly, he sensed someone’s presence above him and looked up.

Isn’t that...

The person’s dirty silver hair ran down to their shoulders, and a gas mask covered their entire face. They were dressed in a rider suit with a black leather jacket, and judging from the curves of their body, they seemed to be a woman.

At first glance, she seemed to just be a delinquent in some strange cosplay. However, from how she was floating starkly in the air above the devastated downtown, it was clear that she was the cause of this catastrophe.

“...Talk about being unlucky.”

Thinking the situation couldn’t get any worse, he frowned as she approached him, stepping through the air as if on invisible stairs.

With each step, she constructed an intangible form of mana beneath her. It seemed she would be a formidable foe from how she was creating those steps without any casting or incantations.

She must be A-rank... no, perhaps even higher?

He backed away and prepared for battle, but when she entered through the hole in the wall, she just stared at him.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

And with those rude words, she turned her head and walked into the building, ignoring him completely.

That was Se-Hoon’s first encounter with the terrorist who attacked Manhattan, New York—Luize Valente.

***

“...What?”

Luize frowned, seemingly displeased by his greeting.

For some reason, despite her frail appearance which suggested that there was no reason for him to be afraid, he instinctively felt intimidated by her gaze and tone.

Feeling the imposing demeanor, which was similar to what she had pre-regression, Se-Hoon skillfully responded by saying, “I said, what are you looking at.”

Instead of anger, she felt perplexed seeing his calm gaze.

Normally, most people would panic when she snapped at them like that. So how was this guy not even blinking an eye?

This sort of feels... familiar....

To be more precise, it felt as if he was familiar with her.

Caught up in the inexplicable tickling sensation, she just stared at him with a strange expression. Seeing this, Se-Hoon clicked his tongue.

“You only know how to scowl and not how to apologize.”

“What?”

“My arm hurts like hell... tsk. Forget it.”

He shook his head and passed by, which finally made her recall her actions. She had burst out the door and collided directly with his chest and injured arm. And then she blurted out “Ah... fuck...” before saying anything else.

Although Se-Hoon was also pretty prickly, she realized that it was her own rude behavior that had led to this situation. Messing up her hair in irritation, she chased after Se-Hoon, shouting, “Hey! Wait a minute! I just need a... ah, crap...”

However, Se-Hoon continued to walk away without acknowledging her. He wasn’t walking particularly fast, but with the sedative still affecting her, she couldn’t catch up at all.

Realizing she might lose him, she reflexively extended her hand to draw up mana.

“Chain... ack

And she immediately felt pain piercing through her right hand and neck, making her collapse to her knees.

“Ah... fuck...”

Her hastily summoned mana had aggravated her wound and dissipated the lingering effect of the sedative without a trace. Feeling as if her whole body was on fire, she cursed while clutching her bandaged neck.

I can’t let them... know...

If she was caught by the professors in such a state, it wouldn’t just end in a temporary halt to her experiment; she’d be confined to a sick room, unable to do anything for at least a week.

Imagining that dreadful scenario, she hurriedly tried to get up to return to her room.

“Ah...”

However, her legs, unable to support her, gave way, making her stagger forward.

With no time for her to regain her balance, she was about to fall. As the ground got closer and closer, she tightly closed her eyes.

Thump-

But then, Se-Hoon, having returned unexpectedly, caught her falling body.

“If you’re not feeling well, you should be lying down quietly. Why are you wandering around?”

He looked down at her as if he couldn’t understand her, and his gaze made her eyes narrow.

“You... you...”

The words “It’s all because of you” almost escaped her throat, but she held them back. It was clear that she had made a mistake first, and she was also the one who used mana in an attempt to stop him.

Damn it...

Whether it was then or now, it seemed she was always making the wrong choices. She inwardly chastised herself.

Meanwhile, Se-Hoon helped her up with his left arm and supported her.

“I’ll help you to your room; just grab onto me and walk.”

“I don’t need...”

“Should I call the nurse then?”

“...”

Hearing that, Luize allowed herself to be supported without a word by Se-Hoon, who naturally entered the room she had just come from.

The room was a clean single room about thirty-three square meters in size. It was decorated with furniture such as a bed, a desk, and a bookcase packed with books, giving it more of a personal room feel than a hospital room.

Things turned out better than I expected.

He had intended to just imprint his presence on her and leave, but her collapse allowed him to get into the room. He decided to seize the opportunity to lay a better foundation for their bond and helped her to the bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“Nothing really.... You should leave now...”

She glared sharply at him. The pain seemed to have made her even more irritable than before. However, Se-Hoon just responded calmly.

“If I leave and something happens to you, I’d feel responsible. It’s nagging me, so just tell me what you need quickly.”

“Just...”

“If you tell me to leave again, I’ll call the nurse before I go.”

He looked like he really would press the nurse call button that was next to the bed at any moment.

She glared at him irritably due to his annoying yet malice-less attitude before sighing deeply.

“It’s in the drawer second to the left on the desk... cough! The black case.”

“You should have just told me from the beginning.”

He went to the desk and retrieved the black case from the drawer, bringing it to her. Receiving it, Luize looked at him intently, pressuring him with her eyes to leave. But despite that sharp gaze, Se-Hoon didn’t blink an eye.

“I’ll leave on my own once you’re okay, so just hurry up already.”

“You’re being awfully intrusive... for someone you met for the first time today...” grumbled Luize with difficulty.

She then opened the black case and took out a silver inhaler, which she then put in her mouth. She pressed the button and took a deep breath, causing green mana to softly flow into her throat and calm the tremors in her body.

“Phew...”

Removing the inhaler, she slowly steadied her breath. Watching her, Se-Hoon’s eyes narrowed when he saw her quickly stabilize from a state where she could undergo a seizure at any moment.

Wait, isn’t that...

Before the regression, Luize had mentioned that she was diagnosed with mana disability, a result of her attempting rehabilitation experiments too aggressively in her childhood, rendering her unable to use her mana at all. That was also the main reason she had dropped out of the academy and made a contract with them.

But Se-Hoon found something odd about her situation.

It doesn’t make sense for mana impairment to worsen during rehabilitation...

She was being treated at Askus, one of the top three hospitals in the world that was unrivaled in the field of rehabilitation. It didn’t make sense that they would let such a thing happen.

Luize told me it was because she had acted recklessly out of impatience... but that doesn’t make sense either.

If her condition worsened, Askus would have certainly taken appropriate measures. Yet, the fact that her condition deteriorated to the point of her being diagnosed with mana disability suggested that there was something else she didn’t know.

Back then, there was no way Se-Hoon couldn’t have known the truth, but now, having regressed back in time, he could easily come to a conclusion using what he already knew.

“Phew... you should leave now that I’m feeling better. How long are you going to stay?”

“What are you doing?” asked Se-Hoon.

“...Huh?”

“Why are you harming yourself instead of getting treatment?”

Hearing his seemingly ridiculous comment, she looked at him incredulously.

“What are you talking about?”

“To think you aren’t even aware that that thing is making your neck worse... tsk, tsk.”

“...”

Her eyes sharpened as he clicked his tongue. She felt sorry for bumping into him and was thankful for the help, but that was a separate matter. How dare he be so presumptuous toward her?

What an asshole...

Perhaps due to the pain subsiding, her mind was now clear. Thanks to that, her anger toward Se-Hoon, who was addressing her informally and meddling with her business from their first meeting, began to simmer.

“You piece of...”

—Patient Lee Se-Hoon, please immediately come to the nurses’ station on the second floor. Patient Lee Se-Hoon, please...

The announcement resounded throughout the ward.

Se-Hoon glanced at the speaker.

“I’ve left my room empty for too long. I should go for now.”

“You are Lee Se-Hoon?”

Upon hearing his name, her expression turned even colder, and her demeanor changed from just wariness to outright hostility. Ignoring her reaction, Se-Hoon just nonchalantly pointed at the inhaler.

“If you don’t want to become worse than you are now, don’t use that. That’s...”

“Get lost. Right now.”

Her voice resounded in the room as if echoing throughout the floor. He involuntarily flinched, but he continued to look at her with interest.

Her condition isn’t as bad as I thought.

Thanks to this confrontation, he was able to confirm the cause of her mana disability, confirm her current condition, and lay enough groundwork for their relationship.

With his assessment done, he turned around without another word and headed toward the door. But before he left, he made sure to remind her.

“Remember what I said if you don’t want to get mana disability.”

Se-Hoon then walked out, leaving that unsettling remark.

“Self-harm, mana disability... he’s choosing only the worst things to say.”

His words felt more like a curse than a warning.

She wanted to chase after him and beat him up, but she desperately suppressed her emotions.

If he’s from the Department of Blacksmithing, who knows what he might do...

Luize knew that he was the first honor student the declining Department of Blacksmithing had produced in a long time. But given that the real power in that department now effectively lay with Vice Dean Michael, she believed that there was a good chance Se-Hoon was also involved with them.

Barmuth...

It had been more than half a year, but the scene of the accident was still vivid in her mind. The image of the wand that suddenly exploded during a duel and the sensation of shards of metal tearing through her right hand and neck came back to her.

Grind-

She also remembered Vier Barmuth, who looked down at her with a sneer.

She gripped her pillow tightly in an attempt to suppress her rising anger, but her own helplessness only made her more upset.

“Ugh... ack...”

The pain in her right hand and neck flared up as her mana fluctuated in response to her emotions. Feeling the symptoms of mana backlash begin again, she reflexively reached for the inhaler, the mana neutralizer.

“Remember what I said if you don’t want to get mana disability.”

At that moment, Se-Hoon’s words echoed in her ears again.

It was irritating to take his words to heart, but ignoring them made her feel worse. Conflicted and in pain, she ended up gripping the mattress to endure instead of using the mana neutralizer.

“Fxck... damn those... blacksmith bastards...”

Whether it was now or back then, she had never taken a liking to blacksmiths.

Vowing to not let Se-Hoon off the hook the next time they met, she spent a long time squirming on her bed, grimacing and tearing at the mattress.

***

[A bond has been successfully established with the subject ‘Luize Valente’.]

The notification message that appeared out of nowhere surprised Se-Hoon.

What? A bond was formed just from that?

All he had done was lay some groundwork, yet a bond was established just like that? He frowned at how Luize thought of their encounter.

It’s good that a bond has been formed, but... this could be a bit bothersome.

The fact that she had allowed a bond to be formed between them from just this single encounter meant that he had left a significant impression on her. However, the problem was that her impression of him wasn’t entirely positive.

If she harbored hostility from this incident and he failed to rectify it before their bond level increased, their bond could become as troublesome to resolve as it had been pre-regression.

I need to be more careful the next time we meet.

He pondered how to approach Luize in the future.

“Hm. It doesn’t seem like it will be that big of a problem.”

Professor An Jung-Wan, who was reviewing Se-Hoon’s medical records, smiled.

“Your bone broke cleanly, which prevented any damage to the muscles or magic circuits. This’ll heal perfectly in a week.”

“A week...”

“You might think that it’s a long time, but please understand. Speeding up the rate of healing might also increase the risk of side effects.”

“So, I can be discharged after a week?”

An Jung-Wan nodded gently at Se-Hoon’s question.

“That’s the plan. However, I would like for you to continue receiving treatment for another week after the bone has healed. You never know when it might cause trouble again.”

Realizing that he would be staying a week, maybe up to two, inside Askus, he quickly thought, I need to get close to Luize and cure her mana impairment within this time.

Most importantly though, he needed to deal with the inhaler, a mana corrosion device disguised as a mana neutralizer, so that he could rest easy after leaving Askus.

To do that, I need to increase my chances of meeting her.

He needed to think of a way since she might have her own schedule, such as her rehabilitation experiment. After a moment of thought, he came up with a rather good idea.

“Professor, do you know a student named Luize Valente?”

“Hm? She’s one of my patients... do you know her?” asked the professor with a curious expression.

Putting on his best concerned look, Se-Hoon replied, “I saw her in the hallway earlier, trying to cast a spell. She then clutched at her throat as if she were about to have a seizure.”

“...”

“She told me not to tell anyone, but it seemed dangerous...”

“Understood. You may leave now.”

Seeing An Jung-Wan immediately call someone with a serious expression, Se-Hoon smiled and walked away.

That was perfect.

With that, the patient Luize Valente, from room 204 in rehabilitation ward two, received a two-week mandatory rest order.