The Regressed Blood Knight's Strategy

[Translator - Helga ]

[Proofreader - Lucky]

Chapter 192

While the two were talking, a man in his 50s appeared.

"Is it him?"

"Yes."

"We need to speak quietly, right?"

"That would be best."

"If we just talk openly, he might not be cooperative. We need to make sure the conversation goes smoothly."

At Han Chanyul’s suggestion, Min Kyungsoo tilted his head in confusion.

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Let’s sneak into his house. If we talk to him with his family nearby, he’ll be intimidated."

Min Kyungsoo stared at Han Chanyul.

His actions usually aligned with someone on the "good side," but once he had a goal in mind, he wouldn’t hesitate to use any means necessary.

No wonder he had cleared Teverland within two years.

"I don't think scaring him is necessary, but let's do it your way."

"You know his apartment number, right?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Let’s scale the building and enter through the wall."

With that, Han Chanyul and Min Kyungsoo kicked off the ground.

Two shadows shot upward, vanishing into the apartment complex.

The door lock beeped as the code was entered, and Jo Yanghwan stepped inside.

"You’re home?"

His wife greeted him at the door.

Jo Yanghwan gave a brief nod and headed straight to the master bedroom.

As he walked away, his wife’s voice trailed after him.

"I’ll get dinner ready quickly."

"Okay."

Only after responding curtly did he enter the room.

As he set his bag down on the bed, his hand instinctively reached for the wardrobe.

"Who's there!"

His movements weren’t those of an ordinary person.

Mana gathered in his hand — a power capable of taking a life in an instant.

"Uncle Yanghwan, it’s me."

Min Kyungsoo stepped out from inside the wardrobe, gently catching Jo Yanghwan’s hand.

The attack was blocked effortlessly.

Jo Yanghwan’s eyes widened in shock.

"Young Master Kyungsoo?"

"It’s been a while."

"What brings you here?"

"I needed to talk to you, Uncle, so I hid here to wait."

Jo Yanghwan didn’t lower his guard.

There was still an unfamiliar presence in the room.

"Why do you need to speak with me?"

"No one outside knows that I’m here."

"It seems that way. But what business could be so urgent that you'd resort to such disrespectful behavior?"

Min Kyungsoo didn’t waste time and went straight to the point.

"Where is my father’s slush fund?"

"Slush fund? I have no knowledge of such a thing."

Jo Yanghwan’s hand subtly moved toward his sleeve.

Noticing it immediately, Han Chanyul spoke up.

"Trying to call for help won’t work. I’ve blocked all signals with my mana. Your emergency network is useless right now."

The button on Jo Yanghwan’s sleeve contained a hunter-grade emergency communication device, designed to work even in mana-blocking gates.

Normally, mana interference wouldn’t disrupt it.

Yet, nothing happened.

"As I said, it’s useless. It seems you don’t wish to have a quiet conversation with us. A shame — the people outside will surely start to worry about you."

Han Chanyul’s calm yet menacing words made Jo Yanghwan’s face twist with anger.

"This is blatant intimidation."

"Exactly. So why not have a peaceful discussion instead? I don’t like using unnecessary force."

As Han Chanyul spoke, he conjured a sword of blood.

Jo Yanghwan’s eyes widened in shock.

"A… a formless sword!?"

Only the most elite of S-rank hunters could wield such a weapon.

Seeing this young man summon it with ease, Jo Yanghwan’s reaction was understandable.

What’s more, the formless sword hovered midair, pointed directly at him.

"H-Huh!"

"Now, are you ready to have a quiet conversation?"

Han Chanyul’s purple eyes gleamed menacingly.

His gaze exuded a chilling pressure, making it impossible to stand firm.

If Min Kyungsoo hadn’t stepped in to stop things, Jo Yanghwan would have likely wet himself in fear.

"Enough with the scaring. He won’t talk if he’s too terrified. Uncle Yanghwan, just tell me where my father’s slush fund is. Or better yet, hand it all over to me. That way, everyone can walk away in peace."

"Does the chairman know about this?"

"Of course not. My plan is to get my hands on the slush fund and the records detailing the corruption of the board members. Once I do, I’m going to take down the entire company."

"You plan to betray the chairman?"

"Call it betrayal if you want, but I see it as saving the company. If things continue as they are, SG Group is doomed."

Min Kyungsoo had seen the future.

A future where SG Group collapsed entirely.

That had to be prevented.

People often said that even if a conglomerate family falls, it can still sustain three generations.

But that wouldn’t be his case.

He had seen himself end up on the streets, living as a homeless man.

After fighting to return to reality, he wasn’t about to let that future come to pass.

He would never end up like that again.

While it was true that Min Kyungsoo possessed the most power among them aside from Han Chanyul, he wasn’t about to risk losing everything he already had.

He wanted to maintain both his current strength and his wealth.

And to do that, he needed control of the company.

"If the chairman finds out about this, he won’t let it slide. More importantly, if I reveal the source of the slush fund to you, I can’t guarantee the safety of myself or my family," Jo Yanghwan said firmly.

Min Kyungsoo and Han Chanyul exchanged a glance.

"If you side with us, you’ll be the safest person in the world. Hand over the slush fund, and we’ll guarantee your protection," Kyungsoo assured.

"And why should I trust that? Especially when I don’t even know who that young man is." Jo Yanghwan motioned toward Han Chanyul.

Min Kyungsoo chuckled quietly.

"Heh… Fair enough. You wouldn’t know him. After all, this isn’t Teverland. If it were Teverland, you’d be trembling at just hearing his name."

"Do you think this is a joke?" Han Chanyul asked, exasperated.

"It is funny, though," Kyungsoo replied with a grin. "Here, you’re a nobody, and now you’re stuck in this situation. It’s amusing."

Jo Yanghwan trembled as he listened to their exchange.

Who the hell is that young man, for Kyungsoo to speak so highly of him?

Kyungsoo was well-known as the youngest son of SG Group — arrogant to the extreme.

He never bowed his head to anyone except his father and eldest brother.

He never praised anyone.

Even for high-ranking hunters, he always believed that money could buy their loyalty and influence.

But… Teverland? That name sounds familiar.

The mention of Teverland lingered in Jo Yanghwan’s mind, refusing to leave.

His thoughts were interrupted by Kyungsoo’s voice.

"I’ll vouch for this guy’s identity. There’s no one stronger than him — not in this country, not in the world."

The conviction in Kyungsoo’s voice was unshakable.

His eyes showed no sign of doubt.

Where does such confidence come from?

"The strongest in the world? That’s ridiculous," Jo Yanghwan muttered to himself.

In the current era, hunters were global stars.

Heroes.

People of authority and influence.

Even the most uninformed individuals — even elderly folks living in remote mountains — knew the names and faces of top hunters.

Yet Jo Yanghwan had never seen this young man before.

He hadn’t appeared on any news outlet or media.

And yet, Kyungsoo was calling him the strongest in the world.

Has Kyungsoo lost his mind? Or is he lying?

But then, Jo Yanghwan’s gaze shifted to the formless sword floating midair, conjured with pure mana.

That’s not something just anyone can do.

It was an incredibly difficult technique, one that only a handful of hunters could pull off.

If what Kyungsoo was saying was true, siding with them would indeed be the safest option.

Jo Yanghwan’s hesitation was written all over his face — and Kyungsoo noticed it.

"You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?" Kyungsoo said with a smirk.

"Do you think he’ll believe it if you clear a calamity-level Gate in front of him, Chanyul?" Min Kyungsoo teased.

Han Chanyul scoffed. "I hate troublesome things. Besides, I plan to live a quiet life. That’s why I came to you in the first place."

"I figured as much. Knowing you, you’d rather gain fame in one shot, make a fortune, and then just buy SG Games outright," Kyungsoo replied with a smirk.

The value of a top-tier hunter like Han Chanyul couldn’t be measured in money.

Hunters were the ones who kept the world from falling into ruin.

How could anyone put a price tag on someone who saved the world from destruction?

If Chanyul demanded an entire company like SG Games as his reward, the government itself would probably step in to make it happen.

But Chanyul hadn’t turned to the government.

He had sought out Min Kyungsoo.

That meant only one thing — he wanted to keep the game running — the very game that held their past lives.

The game wasn’t just a virtual world to them.

It was a piece of their history, their former selves, and their legacy.

"You’re not going to stay stuck managing secret funds forever, are you, Uncle? It’s time you took charge of one of the subsidiaries. How long do you plan on cleaning up after Father and the other executives? Aunt deserves to live more comfortably too, doesn’t she?"

Kyungsoo’s offer was tempting.

He wasn’t just asking Jo Yanghwan to betray the chairman — he was offering him a president’s seat at one of SG Group’s subsidiaries.

It was a coveted position, one that would set him apart from the rest of the corporate rats.

"But if you take too long to decide, even this offer will disappear," Kyungsoo warned. "You’re not the only one who knows about the slush fund. If you refuse, I’ll just make the same offer to someone else. Remember, I came to you first because of our family connection."

Jo Yanghwan’s eyes narrowed. "How do you know about the slush fund?"

"No questions allowed," Kyungsoo cut him off. "We’re here for answers."

Faced with no other option, Jo Yanghwan let out a deep sigh of resignation.

"Haah… You really will protect me and my family?"

"I swear it on my name," Kyungsoo vowed.

After a long pause, Jo Yanghwan nodded. "Very well. I’ll trust you."

"Where did my father hide the slush fund?" Kyungsoo asked, his voice firm.

Jo Yanghwan hesitated before answering, but eventually, he revealed the truth.

As the words left his mouth, both Kyungsoo and Chanyul’s eyes widened in surprise.

"What? There?!"

Their shock was impossible to hide.

It wasn’t just an ordinary slush fund.

It was something far bigger — and far more dangerous — than either of them had expected.

* * *

[Welcome to “War of Gods: Infinite Defense.”]

As the familiar login screen appeared, nostalgia hit them both hard.

Characters they had once lived as — Kane, Ray, Camilla, Sara, Mikhail, and many more — all stood in their rightful places, waiting to be selected.

It hadn’t been long since they returned to the real world.

Yet seeing their avatars brought a wave of longing, as though meeting old comrades after a lifetime apart.

Min Kyungsoo selected Ray, his former character.

The moment his finger tapped the screen, his vision shifted.

The world spun for a moment before solidifying into the breathtaking landscape of Teverland — a place they knew all too well.

The sky stretched endlessly in hues of purple and gold, the twin suns hovering over the horizon. The towering mountains, the ancient forests, and the sprawling cities were exactly as they remembered.

Han Chanyul appeared beside him as Kane, dressed in his signature attire and carrying the legendary twin blades.

“It feels… too real.” Kyungsoo’s voice was laced with unease.

“Of course it feels real. This game was never just a game for us,” Chanyul replied, scanning their surroundings.

Both of them knew the truth.

This wasn’t a game. It was a world.

Their former world.

Chanyul adjusted his grip on Kane’s twin swords, the weight and feel of the weapons all too familiar.

“Alright,” he said, breaking the silence. “Let’s head to the Fresia Empire’s palace. That’s where the slush fund is hidden.”

Kyungsoo nodded. “The emperor’s treasury… Of course. A perfect place to hide something no one would ever think to look for.”

“Except us.” Chanyul smirked. “Let’s move.”

They made their way through the familiar paths of the Fresia Empire.

The once-glorious kingdom was just as imposing as it had been in their past lives.

Massive stone gates, towering statues of the gods, and soldiers clad in pristine armor guarded every entrance.

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But there was one crucial difference this time.

None of the NPCs recognized them.

In their past lives, they had been heroes, rulers, and legends in this world. But now, to everyone here, they were just unknown adventurers.

“We’re starting from zero again,” Chanyul muttered.

Kyungsoo chuckled. “Isn’t that more fun? We get to do it our way this time.”

As they approached the gates of the imperial palace, a notification popped up.

[WARNING: You are entering a restricted zone. Only players with imperial clearance may proceed.]

Chanyul glanced at Kyungsoo. “You ready?”

Kyungsoo grinned. “Always.”

With a swift movement, he drew the twin blades.

“Let’s show them who we really are.”

Kyungsoo’s Phantom Blade shimmered into existence, its dark aura swirling around him.

And with that, they charged toward the palace gates, ready to reclaim not only the hidden fortune but also their legacy in this world.

As they fought their way through the imperial guards, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but laugh.

“Chanyul! This feels just like old times, doesn’t it?”

Chanyul smirked, his purple eyes glowing.

“Yeah. And this time, we’re not stopping until we take back everything that’s ours.”

***

[Would you like to play as Kane? Y/N]

Chanyul nodded, selecting Y.

Another message appeared almost immediately:

[You have previous gameplay records.]

[Completed “War of Gods: Infinite Defense.”]

Chanyul stared at the screen in disbelief.

‘How is this possible? I wasn’t even a veteran when the game first started.’

After his grandmother passed away, he'd immersed himself in the game, using it as an escape from reality. But this wasn’t the same timeline.

As he processed the message, others quickly followed:

[Code Error.]

[Running in Final Admin Level.]

Chanyul’s eyes widened.

This was unexpected.

Before he could react, the screen flickered, and the world around him shifted. The reality of the game became more intense, more real.

It was as if the game was no longer just a game anymore. It was alive — and it was aware of him.

The interface suddenly glowed, and an unfamiliar, ominous symbol appeared in the corner of his vision.

[ADMIN STATUS: ACTIVE.]

A chill ran down his spine. The message shouldn’t have appeared. No one outside the game’s development team had access to such a level of control.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Chanyul thought, feeling a deep sense of unease.

Kyungsoo, noticing the sudden change in the atmosphere, turned to him. “What’s happening? This doesn’t feel normal.”

Kyungsoo clenched his fists, feeling a strange power surging within him. The game was no longer just an escape; it had become a tangible part of his reality.

“I don’t know. But we need to figure it out, fast.”

The ground trembled beneath their feet as the world around them began to glitch.

And in that moment, they both realized something:

The game was no longer under their control.

It had become something far more dangerous.

[Translator - Helga ]

[Proofreader - Lucky]