Big Ga Hunter Im Tae-yang.
Im Tae-yang, who had focused on subjugating high-level (boss) enemies among the existing heroes, was ironically considered one of the lowest-ranked heroes when he first entered this world.
Even though he wielded the unprecedented ability of regression, the future he could change was limited to events happening right in front of him.
Moreover, the condition for his ability was death, a burden almost unbearable for the human mind.
Crossing the boundary of death repeatedly, even with the power of immortality, would inevitably lead one into such temptation.
‘If one faces death with all fingers extended, one could be free from all pain and fear.’
The first to worry about this were the ones who summoned the heroes to this world in the first place, aiming to prevent the despair of humanity’s extinction.
The consensus was that bearing the despair as the cost of such ability would not last long.
Kwaang!
But look now.
The one who was overlooked by everyone was now dominating a great danger facing humanity.
Whoong! Kwang!!!
Every attack aid at him, no matter how fast and powerful, never managed to land on his body.
He dodged incoming attacks and seized the opportunity to aim his blows at the opponent’s body, in a tense and precarious exchange.
At first glance, it might seem like that was all there was to the fight, but he had already experienced death dozens of tis in order to mount such an onslaught.
Enduring the pain of being slashed while still alive, his heart stopping as his body suffered, and maintaining consciousness in the face of the brutal sensation of losing it all with a clear mind—these were experiences beyond any torture.
Kooong!!!
Nevertheless, he did not falter, swinging his blunt weapon and charging repeatedly.
There were no screams or cries of agony in the process.
Attacking silently, dying, dodging attacks, and counterattacking, he could truly be said to have transcended humanity.
“Argh! Aaaaah!!!”
Annabel, losing her sanity in the face of such a relentless onslaught, prepared to sweep the area with full force with her sword.
Facing an opponent who could do nothing but swing his weapon at close range, she believed that overwhelming him with power he couldn’t counter would be sufficient.
Sensing that power was gathering in her sword, Im Tae-yang silently gripped the club in his hands with all his might, preparing to counter the attack.
And then… Kwang!
Even though he swung his club for a counterattack, the enemy knight’s attack tore everything apart, even blowing away the barriers surrounding the area.
Naturally, his body within the range was also swept away by the surge of power, vanishing without a trace.
Kaaang!
With his death, ti reversed once more.
Ten seconds rewound by the hands gripping the club.
Im Tae-yang, having gathered his magic power, did what he could by hurling the club he gripped in both hands toward her.
That was the best conclusion he had drawn from thirteen regressions.
Clang!
Caught off guard by that unexpected strike, her posture was disrupted for a mont, and she was quickly brought down by Im Tae-yang’s low kick as he closed the distance.
It was the mont when the disaster, known as the incarnation of war, knelt before a human.
Buzz!
And Im Tae-yang didn’t miss that opportunity.
To secure his victory, the light generated from his body was not mana but divine power.
This power, which freed beings from all afflictions and ntal tornt, even affected the regrets that were the essence of the undead.
In other words, it was a power that forcibly induced enlightennt, even against the will of the undead, making it the most lethal to them.
Bang!!!
When such divine force hit her head with full power, Annabel, who had been kneeling, finally collapsed to the ground.
It was an absurd event where the incarnation of war, a product of humanity’s madness, kneeled before a human for the first ti since being resurrected from death.
Rumble! Bang!
But Im Tae-yang did not stop.
His opponent was stronger than any other he had faced before.
As it couldn’t end with just this, he must press on with the opportunity he had seized.
Bang, bang!!
Annabel’s mind, constantly bombarded by that relentless assault, felt itself slowly warping under the exposure to the divine force attempting to unravel her.
At that mont, she felt a forced release from the stubbornness that was the foundation of her power…
No, that ti has not yet co.
For she was an anomaly among the undead, one who did not cling to her own regrets.
“…Annabel, do you rember that na?”
Thus, if she were to dissolve her regrets, she first needed to understand what those regrets were.
The foundational mory, a mory from before this mont that she had once experienced, began to slowly erge in her mind.
“This is a request not as a sovereign, but as the mother who gave birth to you.”
Gwen Hwibar.
The leader of the once prosperous kingdom of Britannia and the most virtuous priestess who led a religious order.
“Annabel. After this battle ends, could you once again establish a bond with as mother and daughter?”
The mont that promise surfaced in her mind, she felt the regret she had long ignored taking control of her.
The resolve to rely be a tool for the one who had resurrected her, connected with mories of the past, began to amplify its strength exponentially.
“A-ah… Mo… ther…”
Crack, creak.
As the ground split, Im Tae-yang stepped back and quietly observed his opponent.
A surge of magical power that defied comparison with before.
Though his posture was precarious, as if overwheld by that force, it was only montary.
“Everything is… for my mother.”
“Oohyooo?”
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