Regressing as the Reincarnated Bastard of the Sword Clan

The atmosphere froze solid.

A cursed magical energy swirled, distorting even the natural balance of the world.

The Nameless Sovereign’s killing intent had escalated to an entirely different level.

His gaze was no longer fixed on Theo but seemed to pierce far beyond him, as though he were looking into the void itself.

The compassionate, transcendent expression he wore upon his initial resurrection had vanished entirely.

The being standing before Theo now was nothing more than a God of Calamity.

“Why does this world insist on mocking me to the bitter end?”

His cold voice reverberated, echoing like an ominous tolling bell.

The sound was so chilling that it momentarily froze Theo’s senses, giving the illusion that even his very perception was paralyzed.

Yet Theo, undeterred, voiced the question that had plagued him.

“Why do you think it’s mockery?”

The Nameless Sovereign’s murderous glare snapped toward Theo.

“Why do you trust the system’s numbers, which deny the life you’ve lived?”

Theo taunted him, leveling Caliburn with a smirk.

The Nameless Sovereign’s expression twisted with rage.

[Progress: 42%...]

The patch that had stalled began to resume.

Sssss!

A surge of overwhelming power flowed from the Nameless Sovereign, filling Theo’s body.

The energy coursed through his bloodstream, flooding every corner of his being with an intoxicating strength.

The Nameless Sovereign glared at the scene, feeling something deep within him crack.

“Nonsense!”

In an instant, the Nameless Sovereign shot forward, his afterimages scattering like fragments of a comet.

Consumed by fury, he moved with the speed and force of a meteor, closing the distance between them in an instant.