The Regressor Only Protects Me Chapter 166

Episode 166. The King's Return (2)

“Stay still.”

“Ah. It hurts.”

Jin Jae-hee thought about her future plans while gently combing Lee Ho-seung's long hair with her fingers.

Two days later, a slave market will be held inside the nest.

Jin Jae-hee had two plans.

The first thing is to memorize the faces of the leaders of Man-gyeong who are involved in buying and selling these slaves.

The second was to take their pick and escape this fu*king nest.

To do that, I had to dress up Lee Ho-seung.

Jaehee, who was quietly looking at Hosung's face, said.

“I need blood.”

“Why, why, why, why?!? Why?!”

Lee Ho-seung shook his head, more frightened than necessary.

“Because your lips have to be red.”

Jin Jae-hee looked around.

I couldn't bring myself to put the blood of criminals on Ho-seung's lips.

However, if you injure Ho-seung's body further, there will be no point in dressing him up.

Jin Jae-hee bit her index finger, and blood flowed down her finger.

“What are you doing?”

“Stay still. Lift your head.”

Jin Jae-hee began to smear her blood on Lee Ho-seung's lips.

Actually, she didn't know how to wear makeup either.

Because I originally found it annoying and didn't feel the importance of makeup.

Who would have thought that she would put makeup on someone else's face like this?

Jin Jae-hee tried hard to apply blood to his lips.

“Oh, Mom, try it. Oh, Mom.”

“What is that?”

“Rubbed my lips together.”

“Um… … Mom-.”

“Do it right.”

Tamar-!

Jin Jae-hee hit Ho-seung on the back of the head and scolded him.

“Miss… … . I’m doing it right.”

Ho-seung stroked the back of his head and smeared the blood on his lips again.

Jin Jae-hee checked Ho-seung's overall condition by lifting both of his cheeks with her hands.

It's not… bad, is it?

“What did you do?”

"makeup."

“What are you doing here?”

“I have no choice but to be sold into slavery.”

Jin Jae-hee did his best.

It seemed strange and absurd that this was the only way to get out of here.

At that time, Jin Jae-hee lifted Lee Ho-seung's upper garment.

Whoosh-.

His skinny upper body was clearly visible.

“What, what are you doing?!? Are you a pervert?!”

“I think it would be a good idea to gain some weight. No matter how much that kid likes skinny people, who would like someone with their ribs showing?”

“Who the hell is that? Who is that person?”

“Eat five meals a day. Eat whatever you can find, every single day.”

“Is that possible? We only get two meals a day.”

“I can do it.”

Jin Jae-hee put his top back on and stood up.

And I looked at him still sitting there.

With her bright red lips and bright eyes, she was passable.

“Go to sleep quickly. You have to wake up early tomorrow morning.”

“… … .”

Lee Ho-seung sat quietly and looked up at her.

Then he nodded carefully and answered.

“… … Okay. I understand.”

After hearing Ho-seung's answer, she walked to her own space.

While the two were talking, uninvited guests came to the nest.

* * *

In a dark hallway, armed men with torches stormed the prison inside the nest.

The guard on duty closed the book he was reading and asked the approaching group.

“Who are you? This is a restricted area for civilians.”

But at that moment, the assailant took out a small dagger from his pocket and aimed it at the guard's neck.

“Just open your mouth.”

The assailant who followed him covered the guard's mouth to prevent him from screaming, then laid him on the ground and tied him up.

After that, dozens of people started to sneak into the prison one by one.

Their target was not the 2nd division where Choi Hyun-ji and Choi Myeong-jun were, nor the 3rd division where Jin Jae-hee was, but the 1st division.

The men knocked down the guards standing guard one by one and then entered the first building.

In the chaotic atmosphere, the prisoners in Squad 1 woke up one by one.

Among the villains, the one who appeared to be the leader walked slowly and looked around.

He pulled down his mask.

It was Gil Dae-heon.

Gil Dae-heon opened the prison doors one by one with the keys he had taken from the prison guards.

Crunch! Creak… … .

As dozens of doors opened, the prisoners inside just looked at each other in bewilderment.

Are you really going to let me go?

No, it was the opposite.

Gil Dae-heon opened his eyes wide and gave an order.

“Kill them all.”

"yes."

Gil Dae-heon's men, swords in hand, fiercely stormed into the prison.

The prisoners of the first division, who had been taken by surprise without even knowing English, were confused.

“What the heck are these guys… …!!!”

“You guys! Wasn’t it the law that you were never to interfere in prison?!”

“This fu*king foot! Aaaah!!!”

A horrific scene followed.

The armed men killed all the prisoners inside the building without exception.

Screams, groans, and dull noises could be heard here and there.

Gil Dae-heon brought a wooden chair, sat in the middle of it, and lit a cigarette.

Chick-.

The circular light that had risen from the tip of the lighter then died down again.

Although there were scenes of slaughter all around, Gil Dae-heon continued to smoke a cigarette as if nothing happened.

Soon the horrible sounds gradually diminished, and before Gil Dae-heon could even smoke a single cigarette, all the prisoners in the first cell were dead.

A blood-stained man approached Gil Dae-heon and spoke.

“Everything has been taken care of.”

Gil Dae-heon stubbed out his cigarette on the ground and looked around.

Blood from the corpse pooled and flowed out through the iron bars into the hallway.

Gil Dae-heon ordered.

“A total of 35 people. Every single one of them is our agent.”

“I will accept it.”

Gil Dae-heon's plan was this.

Kill all the prisoners in Squad 1 and replace them with your own people.

They show up in the next match and kill Jin Jae-hee and all of his colleagues.

There was one reason why we could not directly attack the 2nd or 3rd divisions in this operation.

If you forcefully mobilize your troops and subdue the remaining 2nd and 3rd divisions, all matches in the Nest Colosseum will be stopped.

The Colosseum is a huge marketplace.

If the game is interrupted for even a single day, the resulting loss is equivalent to a month's production by a small power.

That's why I couldn't afford to take this kind of loss.

However, it was not easy to steal the gladiators from the temple.

Although he could have bought them through the slave market, Gil Dae-heon did not have much money like other wealthy people.

Buying Choi Myung-jun wouldn't be a problem, but buying the remaining two capable people would require spending quite a lot of money.

That was impossible.

This was the only way left.

Legally, infiltrating the 1st Division with his subordinates and sending them out to play.

Gil Dae-heon was certain that the targets in the 2nd and 3rd divisions would bleed to death in the big brawl tomorrow.

Because the men he led were strong and ruthless.

* * *

The next day.

From early morning the gladiators were preparing to compete again.

Jin Jae-hee armed himself and looked at the guards in the hallway.

They all had the same expression on their faces and lowered their heads.

'What happened?'

The guard I spoke with yesterday was nowhere to be seen.

Even though it was okay to go out to the game anyway, it was clear that something had changed in the flow.

Jin Jae-hee finished arming himself and looked at Lee Ho-seung.

Now he was wearing as light clothing as she had advised.

Jin Jae-hee asked while tightening Ho-seung's belt.

“Are you ready?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I don’t know how the game will go today, but whatever it is, don’t jump. You just have to hold out for the next two rounds.”

“But why on earth did you put on makeup today?”

“Because today is the day the guests are coming.”

“So, who is that guest?”

“I don’t know. Just do it.”

“Hey, you.”

At that moment, one of the guards from the nest approached Lee Ho-seung with a small headband.

“Put this on your head.”

“What is this?”

“Just drink without asking questions. This is an order.”

Jin Jae-hee glared at the prison guard, but there was nothing he could do.

Lee Ho-seung tied a blue headband around his forehead.

All the gladiators were ready and ready to enter the arena.

Most of the gladiators in the 3rd Division today were common prisoners who were not originally assigned to the role of gladiator.

The power may have been greatly weakened, but even if Jin Jae-hee alone is present, he will be able to overcome most difficulties.

The gladiators walked through the dark corridors towards the arena, which was flooded with light.

Once again the sound of drums and the cheers of the crowd began to be heard.

Jin Jae-hee arrived at the iron bars in the front row and looked out over the stadium.

The stadium, reflected in the iron bars, looked desolate.

But the stands were different.

As the guard had said, there were already a large number of 'guests' sitting in groups.

You could tell right away that they were rich people.

Their table was filled with food and drinks, along with all kinds of fruits.

It was clear that the match would have a different theme than last time.

Jin Jae-hee, who was looking at the hallway on the other side through the iron bars, couldn't help but frown for a moment.

“Lee Ho-seung.”

"uh?"

“Stay by my side.”

The hallway on the opposite side.

There was no way I could have seen it wrong.

Choi Myeong-jun was definitely standing there.

The moment Jin Jae-hee saw Choi Myung-jun, she felt neither joy nor relief.

At that moment, the host appeared at the stadium again.

He looked out at the stands and shouted.

“Hello! I sincerely welcome everyone who has visited this nest today. Today, I have brought a slightly special game rule. It is called ‘Protect the King’. Among the gladiators of each ward, a king is randomly selected, and the gladiators belonging to that ward must protect their king for any reason. There will be three groups in total: ward 1, ward 2, and ward 3. The winning condition is that the ward that captures or kills the king wins. Sounds pretty familiar, right? Yes! This is the very first round we all experienced!”

The people cheered at the host's words.

On the other hand, Lee Ho-seung's face became pale, and Jin Jae-hee felt disgusted.

Is this why higher dimensional beings have hosted a league on Earth?

Death games where players kill each other are a form of entertainment that provides the greatest pleasure and fun to the onlookers, not to the players.

The citizens watching were enjoying and feeling joy at seeing that hell, even though they themselves had experienced it themselves.

“With that out of the way, let’s get started right away.”

T-! Dddddddd… … .

The bars were raised and the gladiators poured into the arena to capture the king.

Among them, the most outstanding group is not Jin Jae-hee's 3rd group or Choi Myeong-jun's 2nd group.

They were gladiators of the first division.

* * *

Before any fierce fighting could break out in any of the three divisions, Choi Myeong-jun immediately discovered Jin Jae-hee and ran over to her.

“Hey! You’re alive?”

As he approached, the three gladiators behind him crouched in a deep sleep.

That would be the case, since Choi Myeong-jun's appearance was truly overwhelming.

If you didn't know him, you would immediately look down at his physique.

Jin Jae-hee raised her hand, telling them to calm down, and they followed her words.

“I thought it was fake, I liked it. What’s with that mask again? Is it a concept? Haha.”

Even though he said that, the corners of Choi Myung-jun’s mouth were hanging down to his ears. He really is a simple man. Jin Jae-hee thought to herself and asked.

“How are your people? Who is the king?”

“That guy.”

Choi Myeong-jun pointed behind his shoulder with his thumb.

Choi Hyun-ji with the red ribbon running around, making a fuss.

“Waaaaaaaaaah-!!! Go away!”

She was running around like a little girl being chased by a swarm of bees.

'What are you doing, kid?'

Choi Hyun-ji, who had been running away, discovered Jin Jae-hee from afar and ran towards him.

“Dongsaeaaaaaaang-!!!! Save meeeee-! Heheheeeung!!!”

She tried to hug Jaehee in one breath, but Jaehee twisted his body and avoided her.

Jin Jae-hee looked up at Choi Myeong-jun and asked.

“What about contact with Zion?”

“Not at all. Don’t you have any either?”

“Yeah. But Zion has probably started moving. We just have to do our job.”

Jin Jae-hee looked at the gladiators of the first division.

Their behavior was a little strange.

Rather than capturing the king, it seemed like they were carrying out a merciless massacre.

At that time, Choi Myeong-jun pointed to Lee Ho-seung, who was behind Jin Jae-hee, and asked.

“Who are you?”

"my friend."

Jin Jae-hee answered instead. Lee Ho-seung was already trembling at the sight of Choi Myeong-jun.

“Do you have any friends? Anyone who can tolerate that dog-like personality of yours? That’s great. Hey, buddy. Nice to meet you?”

“Yes… … . Yes.”

Lee Ho-seung answered, looking very frightened.

Jin Jae-hee tilted her head, leaving Choi Myeong-jun alone to talk nonsense.

It was strange.

They weren't the gladiators from the first division that had fought last time.

Since most of the roles are set, the people who appear in the game tend to be similar.

For some reason, all the gladiators in the first division had changed.

'Is this related to the commotion last night?'

Jin Jae-hee hesitated for a moment, but soon gave up.

It's because I decided that thinking doesn't suit me.

If I had to be specific, I would say I'm a rhinoceros.

The style of just going at it and getting it done.

Yeah-.

Jin Jae-hee put down his sword.

“Choi Myung-jun. I’m going to catch the king of Sector 1. Just help me. Lee Ho-seung. Do you see that woman with the red ribbon over there? Run next to her.”

“You ask me for help. What the f*ck. The sun rises in the east.”

“… … The sun originally rises in the east. You idiot.”

Taat-!

Jin Jae-hee ran ahead, and Choi Myeong-jun, who stayed behind, opened his mouth.

“The sun rises in the east? What the hell is that? Hey buddy. The sun rises in the east?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Ah… … . Really?”

Choi Myeong-jun scratched the ball, then walked forward holding an axe.

“So what?”

He was smiling.

A great number of gladiators were tangled together, pointing their weapons at each other.

This place was a total mess.

It was a different image from the large-scale battles we see in movies and media.

It's like tug-of-war.

The vanguard infantry of each group were clashing, struggling.

It's just a clash without any flashy or peerless appearance or strategy or tactics.

Numerically, the 2nd and 3rd Division alliances were far superior, but the fighters of the 1st Division were on a different level.

The fighters of the first division are Gil Dae-heon's closest agents.

They were truly machines born for slaughter.

The situation was increasingly turning in favor of the 1st Division, and many gladiators were falling and bleeding.

And at that moment.

Cheering crowds, hosts, gladiators with swords and spears, customers browsing their wares.

A single 'sphere' began to appear in the eyes of all of them.

Like a swarm of fireflies spread out in a dark forest.

These were not exactly specific.

It was a 'bell' made from an artifact.

Numerous species began to slowly fill the nest.

'come.'

Jin Jae-hee was confident that he had returned without any hesitation.

And the bell rang twice.

Tiring-. Tiring-.

(Continued in the next episode)