Chapter 001 — Mythical Hunt of the Regressor
Abyss.
The cradle of gods from another world.
It was the birthplace and homeland of countless otherworldly gods who once brought ruin to our world.
Countless monsters were also born here, created alongside these gods.
In this chilling realm—so terrifying that just standing there made one’s knees buckle—Do-jin and 3,000 members of the expedition entered, prepared to die.
In that moment, gods and humans were united as one.
Gods with overwhelming power, and humans who had forged contracts with them.
Even gods who had once been enemies, and humans who had stood on opposite sides, came together—just for today.
All with one single goal:
To kill every god from the otherworld and reclaim peace.
“Gaaaahhhh!!”
Terrifying screams echoed.
It was the sound of a comrade—someone you had shared meals with just days ago—dying in agony.
But we turned our eyes away from those cries, ignored their pleas for help.
We had entered the very heart of the Abyss.
A precarious place where the slightest distraction could suck you into oblivion.
Even as our comrades died before our eyes, we pushed forward.
Deeper, and deeper still.
We advanced to the deepest point in the Abyss, where the first and last god of the otherworld—Xenon—resided.
Half of our expedition perished just getting past his creations and reaching his altar.
It didn’t matter whether you were a god or human.
Heracles, the mightiest hero…
Freyja, the goddess of fertility…
The Sword Sage, who had slain countless monsters…
All fell to the monstrous creations of Xenon—deemed a Supreme God even among gods.
It was a nightmarish battle.
Our expedition was being devoured by the endless void Xenon had created.
We charged in, embracing death.
We remembered that day, twenty years ago, when the first Abyss opened and monsters poured out.
Humanity was plunged into despair, and a war for survival began.
A war between mankind and the gods of the otherworld.
While monsters could be slain with human weapons, gods could not be harmed.
It was an unwinnable fight.
But three months later, a golden gate opened and gods descended on behalf of humanity.
Just as the otherworldly gods had blessed their monsters, these new gods granted blessings to humans—thus Awakeners were born.
With their arrival, the war stagnated, and the Abysses we hadn’t been able to close became targets to conquer.
And so 20 years passed.
At last, the end of this cursed war was within reach.
Odin, the greatest magician and god, unleashed magic across the battlefield.
Zeus’s lightning tore through the void.
Ra’s flames scorched Xenon.
Weapons of gods and humans alike tore into Xenon’s body.
“Arrogant fools! Without the Creator, you think you can defeat me—Xenon?!”
Xenon was terrifyingly strong.
Even with countless gods and apostles dead, he remained.
“Don’t give up!”
“Even gods from another world can perish!”
“Strike when he moves—go for the opening!”
Despite our overwhelming enemy, no one gave up.
If we failed, our world would be destroyed by the otherworldly gods.
Still, some of us already knew deep down…
We were going to lose.
The gap in power was just that immense.
Even as over half the expedition was wiped out, I never gave up hope for one shot.
Just one chance.
If I could strike him once…
Unlike the other hunters who had become apostles and formed contracts with gods, I was the only one who hadn’t.
A heretic—Do-jin.
[Heretic – No Rank]
Chosen among those who do not believe in gods. In an age where gods have descended, your disbelief makes you the most lethal enemy to them.
Effect: Deals 3x damage to divine entities.
A simple ability—too simple.
But it was the only reason I had been allowed into the final expedition.
Because I alone could deal damage even the gods feared.
A single thrust—that’s all I needed.
Years of relentless training had perfected my swordsmanship, even if it was just a single, focused thrust.
If I could just reach him…
“GRAAAHH!”
As Xenon spewed black flames to kill the gods aiming for his weak point…
“AAARGHH!”
The war god Tyr was incinerated by Xenon’s flames.
And I saw it.
His one, tiny weakness.
Something no one else had seen or could reach.
I could make it.
I grabbed my beloved sword, Nameless, and sprang into action.
What came next was simple.
I dashed toward him—
—And stabbed.
A single, devastating thrust I had honed over millions of repetitions.
The tip of Nameless pierced Xenon’s chest.
Fwoosh!
A hole opened where none thought it possible.
BOOM!
The immense power within him began to leak out.
“Who… dares… put a hole in my body…?! Who are you…?!”
The god of destruction and ruler of the Abyss, Xenon, glared at me.
I met his eyes and snarled:
“Who, me? Just a regular human, asshole.”
“A mere mortal… without the Creator… defeated me…?”
He was disappearing, unable to sustain his form.
With Xenon’s death, the minions he had blessed also began to vanish.
His enormous body collapsed.
I climbed atop his head, sword in hand.
“This is the end, Xenon.”
If Xenon—the creator of countless otherworldly gods—was dead, all this would end.
The invasion that began 20 years ago would finally stop.
Clenching my sword, I said:
“Let’s end this war.”
“Foolish child, deceived by gods… With my death, your end comes too. The gods of humanity don’t see you as people—they see you as sacrifices.”
I looked into his vast, dragon-like eyes.
Inside, the abyss stared back.
It whispered:
“You who have not made a pact with any god… It’s not too late. Make a contract with me, and I can show you how to save your kind…”
“I already know.”
“What…?”
“I know what those detestable gods think.”
“Then why—?”
“Because you’re no different from them.”
“……”
“I don’t believe a damn word from anyone who calls themselves a god.”
His eyes changed.
That swirling abyss churned violently.
His malicious gaze pierced through me.
Then, his twisted grin returned.
“Ah… so that’s it. Why there is no Creator… Why I die at your hand…”
As if realizing something, he muttered:
“Yes, you are the true trial. The one He foresaw. Kill me, and become the trial for those vile gods.”
“That’s the plan.”
Fwoosh!
I drove my sword into Xenon’s head.
Nameless, the sword I’d wielded since awakening, left a deep wound.
“KAAAAAAAAAARGHH!!”
With one final scream, the last god from another world perished.
[Condition met.]
[Skill “Heretic” has evolved into EX-rank skill “Godslayer.”]
[Skill affects causality.]
[Calling skill in… 04:59]
