The Regressor Only Protects Me Chapter 85

#Episode 85. Training

“You drink too.”

“Ah… … Something so precious… … Is it okay for you to give it to me?”

“Okay, drink comfortably.”

“… … Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Yoon-ha carefully accepted the cola that Zion offered her.

At that time, Choi Hyun-ji had already drank her 8th can of cola and looked at Zion.

Zion was sitting at the table eating with Jaehee.

Choi Hyun-ji made a sour expression and looked at Zion.

“… … Your Majesty is truly cunning.”

Then Ha Yoon-ha immediately scolded her.

“… … Hey. What kind of a habit is that to speak to your Majesty? Be polite.”

“Oh, why? Why? Can’t I even say what I want to say?”

Zion answered calmly, eating the food the two had left behind.

“Go ahead.”

Zion looked at Choi Hyun-ji while chewing his food.

Looking at her, I began to suspect that there might be alcohol in the cola.

Choi Hyun-ji continued speaking as if she was drunk on cola.

“Huh… … Ha… … People, that is. It’s because you seduce them with something you like. I’m not a kindergartener or anything… … Well, this is all I need, but… … Hehehe.”

She shook the can of Coke around and made a rattle.

As the ruler of a powerful force, he would rather receive a fresh meal than the leftover food of others.

But Zion spent the evening eating what they had left behind.

Choi Hyun-ji opened her eyes slightly as she looked at the monarch.

The sight of eating food carefully.

Certainly, Zion was different from any monarch she had seen in the past.

Should I say that he has humanity?

Choi Hyun-ji was also curious about the woman next to Zion.

‘Jin Jae-hee… … did you say that?’

She was a woman with such a beautiful appearance that it was hard to believe that she had come from a world that had fallen apart.

Short hair and dark expression.

Distinct facial features even without makeup.

Celebrity? Actor? Model?

It was to the point where I thought that.

Above all, her strength was felt.

A very powerful force.

Agjak-.

Choi Hyun-ji picked up a shrimp cracker, chewed it carefully, and asked Zion again.

“So, what should I do?”

“… …What exactly are your abilities?”

Choi Hyun-ji seemed a little surprised by the monarch’s direct question, but soon smiled brightly.

Asking players about their abilities is something that would never happen in the first place.

If you go around bragging about your abilities to everyone in the neighborhood, your weaknesses may be exposed.

However, Choi Hyun-ji thought that it would be okay to talk about her abilities with the man in front of her.

“My ability is… simple.”

And when she answered, everyone there was shocked.

Except for Jin Jae-hee, who I already knew.

Jaehee was eating rice from a container with a spoon without saying a word.

* * *

A few days passed.

The three children were sitting in a row in the front row, looking up at Choi Myung-jun.

The ‘Killing Classroom’, which began by order of the monarch, was conducted for 100 residents for one hour after the regular workday at 5 p.m.

Residents gathered and sat on the main street.

It was to listen to Choi Myeong-jun’s ‘special lecture’.

Choi Myeong-jun, in front of him, scratched the back of his head as if he was embarrassed.

“Ha… … That’s right.”

Choi Myeong-jun found this situation awkward.

For Choi Myeong-jun, who had even dropped out of school, the word ‘class’ felt a bit distant.

In any case, the king’s order was given, and Choi Myeong-jun was in the position of an educator who had to deal with the 100 people gathered here.

‘This is embarrassing… … Shit.’

Choi Myeong-jun took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked around at the residents.

They each held what they thought was a weapon.

Shovels, vacuum cleaner poles, safety bars, cutter knives, etc.

Before training, each person was required to bring their own weapon.

Buck buck-.

Choi Myeong-jun scratched the back of his head once more and took out the knife he was holding.

“Okay. Let’s begin.”

As Choi Myeong-jun opened his mouth, several people applauded.

Soon everyone gathered there began to applaud.

Clap clap clap clap-.

Choi Myung-jun was in a very difficult and awkward situation at the moment, but he had to carry out Zion’s orders.

“Now, look carefully. Methods for killing people. In general, it would be common to stab someone in the heart or something… … with a sharp object like this. That’s how you see it in movies and dramas. But reality is different. In a situation where there are many against many, you should avoid methods that will definitely kill the enemy. The reason is simple. It’s because it’s not necessary.”

Choi Myeong-jun focused the crowd’s attention as he walked little by little.

“Then why is it not necessary? The reason is precisely the ultimate goal. If you were commissioned to kill someone, it would be right to aim for a vital point or stab them multiple times to kill them ‘for sure’. If war breaks out, our goal is to destroy the enemy forces. Ah… … That’s why. What you think is suitable for ‘assassination’, and what we should do is ‘combat’. Weapons are only needed once, when necessary. It is most important to stab the enemy just enough to incapacitate him. … … Hey, you. From now on.”

“Yes, yes? Me?”

“Yes, you.”

At Choi Myeong-jun’s call, a boy who looked to be about 17 years old, sitting among the crowd, quickly ran out.

Choi Myeong-jun gave the boy a branch the size of a kitchen knife.

“Let’s see… … Okay, you come out too.”

“yes!”

Likewise, a girl of the same age also quickly jumped out.

The two were aiming at each other, holding the branch that Choi Myeong-jun had given them.

Choi Myung-jun spoke to the crowd, holding one shoulder of each of them with both hands.

“In a fight between many and many, height differences and gender don’t matter. For example, this girl. You can tell at a glance that she’s shorter than the boy, right? You might think that the boy has the advantage… … but that’s not true. The moment she picks up a sword, the odds of winning are five to five. … … You guys. Fight.”

“yes yes?”

“yes?”

“Fight.”

After saying that, Choi Myeong-jun stepped back.

All eyes of the crowd were fixed on the two children.

The height difference between the two children was clear, and generally speaking, it was obvious that the boy would win.

The boy and girl looked flustered by the sudden confrontation, but soon followed the commander’s orders.

The boy ran towards her first.

“Ugh-!”

“Whoa-!”

Bang!

The girl was instantly subdued by the boy and fell to the floor.

The boy finished by making a motion as if he was stabbing the fallen girl in the neck with a knife.

But the result was a tie.

Because the girl fell and stuck a branch into the boy’s side.

It seemed like the boy won because the weapon he was holding was a branch.

If he had been holding a dagger, the result would have been death for both of them.

“In a 1-on-1 situation, the odds of winning might be tied, but 2-on-1 is different. Hey, kid. Fight with a girl.”

“… … Me?”

“Yes, you. Little one. Please. Just do it right away. Don’t ask questions.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“I understand.” is informal speech.

This time again, the same situation was repeated.

The boy was dealing with the girl and the kid.

In a 1-on-1 situation, I would rush in right away, but in a 2-on-1 situation, I couldn’t do that.

Stop, stop.

He was just standing guard without moving.

After the boy hesitated for a while, Choi Myeong-jun stopped the demonstration.

“Stop, stop. So, how are you feeling?”

Choi Myeong-jun asked the boy.

Then the boy scratched the back of his head and answered.

“Something… … was hard to approach. It’s just… … if I attacked that little kid, he’d attack me right away… … .”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Choi Myeong-jun had the children who had demonstrated sit back down.

This situation may seem natural, but what Choi Myeong-jun wanted to emphasize was something else.

“In a situation where there are many against many, the force with more numbers has an overwhelming advantage. This is an unchangeable fact. But do we have more numbers or weapons than those little bastards from the past?”

“… … .”

No one could answer Choi Myeong-jun’s words.

The number of warriors officially announced was unknown, but it is certain that Manan was outnumbered.

But Choi Myeong-jun was confident.

Confidence in winning the battle.

At least the unit he leads.

“But if we change our fighting style, we can easily turn things around. As I said before, we only make necessary ‘attacks’. We don’t make unnecessary attacks. Even if our numbers are much smaller, we can win if we plan our strategy well. When the battle actually starts, we create a 2-on-1 situation like this and take out the guys one by one. In order to create a 2-on-1 situation, we need fast attacks and accuracy. So where should we place these accurate attacks? Huh? Right here.”

Choi Myeong-jun stabbed the boy in the neck, stomach, and thigh with a tree branch.

Every time he stabbed the boy, he flinched in surprise.

“Ew, ugh, ouch… … !”

“The blade is duller than you think. Even the sharpest blades can’t easily penetrate human bones. That’s why they choose soft flesh like this to stab. Neck, weak. But hard to aim for. Stomach, most common. When I say stomach, I mean the back. Then why thighs?”

“Your thighs… …! Your thighs hurt so much that you fall down!”

The little boy next to me answered flatly.

Choi Myeong-jun pursed his lips as he pointed at the little boy.

“That’s right. That’s right. No calves. You should stick a knife in your thigh. This is a great tip for short women or kids. When people feel uncomfortable, they want to get rid of that discomfort. The worst discomfort is pain.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Choi Myeong-jun stabbed the thighs of the people next to him one by one.

“Of course, the thighs are third. The first is the neck as well. Then, when you think about it generally, yo-yo. The lower back.”

Choi Myeong-jun touched his side, then moved to his lower abdomen.

“The flesh in this area is very soft. There are no ribs, so even the dullest blade can easily penetrate it. Think about it. If a person gets a hole in their stomach, their legs will immediately lose strength. So? Even if you don’t X-ing stick to them and stab them two or three times, they’ll fall over on their own. Got it?”

“yes.”

Although it was sloppy, the crowd answered in unison.

“And the sword is rhythm. Rhythm. Stab and pull out. Stab and pull out. Stab and pull out. This rhythm. You have to feel it. It’s just… what should I say… … Ah, right. It’s tug-of-war, tug-of-war. This tug-of-war is also like pulling and resting a little, pulling and resting a little. Hey, you two stand there.”

Choi Myeong-jun called the two teenagers over again and made them face each other.

“In our organization, we do sword training like this. We think of each other as if we are really pointing our swords at each other, and we learn this rhythm and attack the other person. Try attacking.”

“Yes… … Yes. Yaaaaight!”

“Ugh. I got hit.”

The girl ran towards the boy, holding the branch awkwardly.

The boy accepted it again clumsily.

Then Choi Myeong-jun stopped the girl.

“X-Bar, are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? That’s not right. You’re going to do that when the enemy is right in front of you? Hey, hey. In front of the demonstration instructor.”

Then, two elite soldiers with strong physiques stepped forward.

They were assistants selected to demonstrate.

They were both holding small branches.

“This is what real fight practice looks like. It’s not like, you know, some kind of special forces martial arts demonstration where you just work together and coordinate with each other. Get started.”

“Huh-!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Aaah!!!!!!!!!”

At Choi Myeong-jun’s gesture, the two elite soldiers clashed.

The crowd watching the two couldn’t help but be surprised.

They only held sticks instead of swords, but their attacks and the emotions behind them were genuine.

They bit their earlobes, stabbed their stomachs with branches, screamed in agony, and started to fight each other, tossing and turning as if they were really going to kill each other.

“You’re practicing defense? That’s fu*king bullshit. You’ll never be able to dodge a punch from an adult with all his heart unless you practice like a professional boxer. Do you think real athletes would be any different? How would you react to a sudden attack? We had these fu*king gods in our organization too. Younger brothers who learned some sports in society and fought a bit. … … Is the fu*king battlefield a sparring ground?”

The two elite agents clung to each other like a lion and a tiger, trying to kill each other no matter what Choi Myung-jun said.

In fact, if Choi Myeong-jun hadn’t stopped them, one of them would have died.

“Do you understand? Remember. Don’t think of anyone who’s trying to kill you as a human. Anyone who’s trying to kill you is just a monster. So kill them. For your brother. For the organization. Kill them all! Do you understand?”

“… … .”

They answered Choi Myeong-jun’s words with silence.

“If you understand, then stand up. Fighting is only for real. You should go to a fu*king school and learn theories that just roll off the tongue. In my class, be prepared to break something. Alright, let’s get started!”

At his shouts, the residents rose up one by one.

Choi Myung-jun’s first killing classroom ends here.

The theoretical lecture on ‘killing techniques’, which had not seen the light of day in modern society, has now become an incredibly famous lecture.

Most people don’t know how to kill or subdue people.

Choi Myung-jun might be the ‘Apocalypse Limited 1-hit instructor’.

Of course, the residents needed practice.

They paired up and ran towards each other.

Screams echoed from all over.

Their combat training was progressing steadily.

* * *

Choi Myung-jun’s killing classroom was truly brutal.

Zion, who was watching the scene from the 5th floor of the police station, took a sip of his canned drink.

The chief of security, who was watching the training scene together, frowned.

“It’s such a cruel method. If people get injured like that, the workforce will also be reduced.”

The chief of order expressed his dissatisfaction with Choi Myeong-jun’s training methods.

She basically had a lot of complaints about Choi Myung-jun.

She insisted that he should remain simply one of the commanders, not the commander-in-chief.

However, Choi Myung-jun was clearly one of the people who played the biggest role when Zion took over the police station.

That’s why Choi Myeong-jun was given the power of a ‘department head’.

Besides, since Choi Myung-jun followed and served Kang Shi-on well, there was no need for Shi-on to stay away from him.

“Instead of creating a soldier who can injure two people, create a soldier who can kill three people for sure.”

“… … .”

The Chief of Police was silent at Zion’s sudden words.

“The current power’s labor force is all geared towards ‘war.’ We need soldiers who can kill a lot of people, and furthermore, soldiers who can win the war. I think Choi Myung-jun’s training method targeting ordinary citizens with little combat experience was appropriate. However, if you have a better idea than mine, please let me know. I will pass it on to you.”

Zion looked at the Chief of Order and said.

The Chief of Order thought about Zion’s words, then lowered his head and tucked his tail.

“… … I understand. If it is Your Majesty’s will… … .”

No matter how great the power of the subordinates was, it became infinitely small in front of King Kang Shi-on.

Zion was the central figure who created this force and was their savior.

Furthermore, Zion was a force in itself.

Zion leaned against the railing again and looked out at the training grounds.

Then he took a sip of his cola and asked.

“By the way, how is the new weapon going?”

At that question, the Chief of Police’s expression brightened again.

“It’s going smoothly. The enemies will be completely crushed by our new weapon. Would you like to take a look?”

“… … How far has it progressed?”

A new weapon that Zion has been working on with his subordinates for the past few months.

It was a new weapon that could completely destroy the enemy.

“Let’s go. Actually, I came today to report on the new weapon.”

The Chief of Order guided Zion.

Zion followed her out of the building.

(Continued in the next episode)