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Chapter – 02
The Youngest Young Master Has Changed (2)
On a sunny day.
From the very moment he opened his eyes, Sharkron knew with certainty that everything had returned to the past.
Because of this.
[Upon defeating the mortal Regas on the 100th floor of the Brilliant Radiance Tower, “Regression” has been applied to you.]
[You have been sent back 30 years. You and the Tower are now linked.]
[The linked Brilliant Radiance Tower is currently in its ordinary state. It will later evolve into the Brilliant, Radiant Tower.]
The messages, visible only to him, were clear.
He had seen them in his previous life as well.
But back then, they had appeared only after 15 years had already passed.
As someone who had already experienced much of the Tower, there was no need to revisit old memories.
He had spent 30 years inside the Brilliant Radiance Tower—there was nothing left to wonder about.
Only two things mattered about this place.
First, time inside the Tower did not flow in the real world at all.
Second, living in the Tower completely erased weak emotions such as sympathy or compassion.
The first rule would naturally still apply in this reincarnated life.
The second had already become part of who he was—there was no need for it to change again.
Now, those who humiliated or insulted him would be crushed and killed without hesitation, leaving no future threats behind.
There was an enormous disaster set to descend upon the Western Continent in a year…
But he did not want to think that far ahead yet.
Right now, eliminating immediate obstacles was more important.
Such as Villan and Alex—those who could become serious roadblocks.
‘So this is the level of a 3-star swordsman. This is my strength after clearing the 37th floor of the ordinary Brilliant Radiance Tower.’
Sharkron looked down at Villan, who was still trembling and unconscious, and thought calmly.
The moment he regressed—
He had woken up in bed and immediately climbed the Tower without even getting up properly.
His real-world body was too weak and pathetic to do anything. He couldn’t even grip a sword.
But the achievements gained in the Tower carried over into reality.
Physical changes, in particular, would settle into the body within a day or two.
At first, it had felt absurd.
Now, it was simply familiar—like a “divine mechanism.”
In any case, defeating Villan so easily did not give Sharkron much satisfaction.
It was expected.
Rather than revenge, it felt more like removing a minor inconvenience that would interfere with his future path.
But the cleaning was not finished yet.
Another piece of trash still remained in front of him.
A 6-star knight—Alex.
He was Villan’s master, who would later marry his daughter to Villan through political arrangements.
And he would exploit Villan and the Midius Count family until they were drained dry.
After Count Crasus’s death in six months, Villan would become the head of the house—and Alex would use him to plunder the territory’s people.
There was no need to explain how that would lead the county to ruin.
The source of that future collapse was standing right here.
Alex shouted.
“Sharkron, are you accusing me of being all talk? Have you lost your mind?”
His voice was laced with contempt, discarding all courtesy.
This was Sharkron’s position in the family right now. Nothing unusual.
No one questioned it. No one even found it strange.
He was just a “ghost” of the Midius Count family.
“Well? Should I say your mouth is alive… or something else below is?”
“Sharkron! Even if you lack sense, that is far too vulgar—!”
“Alex, you’re not impressive. My brother is. And I’m the one who beat that impressive brother.”
“Mind your words. Show respect. I am at least treating you properly.”
“Respect is wasted on people like you. Just speak casually. No one’s watching anyway.”
Crack.
Alex ground his teeth in rage at Sharkron’s deliberate provocation.
Just as a child reflects their parents, a disciple reflects their master.
Sharkron had already analyzed Alex completely.
Alex was not a particularly remarkable swordsman.
He had simply reached 6-star level after 40 years of accumulated experience.
Like wrinkles forming with age, his swordsmanship had simply developed “6-star wrinkles.”
He had been fortunate enough to train a good disciple, but that future would no longer exist.
Sharkron had no intention of giving Alex a bright future.
“Master, think carefully before your next—”
Before Alex could finish, his killing intent sharpening his gaze—
“Your words are too long.”
Sharkron cut him off.
And then—
Whoosh!
He immediately lunged at Alex.
Alex was not an innocent victim.
He was a future mastermind.
One who would drag the Midius Count family into ruin. The sooner he was dealt with, the better.
Alex thought similarly.
As a opportunist, he saw this as a chance to make Villan indebted to him.
But a problem occurred.
Swoosh.
Sharkron’s figure, which had been clearly visible a moment ago, vanished.
His movements were far beyond what the eye could track.
And then—
“Where are you looking, bald old man?”
A cold voice came from below.
From directly underneath.
“…?”
How could he be this fast?
Before the thought could even finish—
CRACK!
Alex’s jaw shattered against the wooden sword.
The last time anything had touched his chin like that was a razor while trimming his beard.
A knight’s face was a final line of defense that was not easily given up.
Yet—
“Kuh… kgh…!”
His jawbone was pulverized.
It was not a simple strike. The bone crumbled completely on impact.
‘This is absurd…’
Even though he was an offensive swordsman, he never neglected basic defense.
A 6-star knight’s defense could not be broken by mere tricks or speed.
It required overwhelming speed and destructive force.
‘Even someone at my level shouldn’t be able to…’
Even if another 6-star swordsman faced him, this should not happen easily.
How should this situation even be understood?
Alex’s mind went blank.
Meanwhile—
“If this were real combat, you’d be dead.”
Sharkron’s cold voice came again from behind.
The so-called elite 6-star swordsman had missed Sharkron’s position twice.
It was a humiliation.
Sharkron placed the blunt edge of his wooden sword against Alex’s throat.
In real combat, a light slash would be enough to kill instantly.
Alex had no answer.
If his opponent had been a 7-star or 8-star swordsman, this might have been a valuable lesson.
But not now.
Just days ago, Sharkron had still been a frail boy walking weakly through the garden.
And yet—
His disciple Villan had fallen.
And now his master had too.
A disgraceful chain of defeat.
“This is clearly…! Gghk!”
Before Alex could desperately try to justify himself—
Thud!
Sharkron casually kicked the back of his neck while picking his ear.
“Ugh!”
Alex’s face slammed into the mud.
Sharkron pressed his head down again and said:
“If you want to salvage what little career you have left, leave this estate immediately. Don’t speak of today. Don’t even breathe about it.”
“Gghh…”
“Five minutes. After that, if I see you again, you die. Even if you survive, you’ll live branded in shame forever. Understand?”
“…”
“Five minutes left to bury today’s mess. Start.”
At the scene of defeat, Alex trembled in humiliation.
If this became known, his entire reputation and career would be destroyed.
A lifetime of achievement would collapse.
Then—
Whoosh!
As if a miracle, Alex sprang up like a spring and ran.
“Ha… ha… haaa!”
He fled at full speed.
The incident—where Sharkron challenged his eldest brother and then brought both him and his master to their knees—spread quickly within the estate.
The news reached Crasus, who was out on business, through his butler.
“So Sharkron… not only defeated Villan, but also Alex?”
“Yes, my lord. The situation is serious.”
“And the silence?”
“Everyone has been strictly ordered not to speak. The news will not leak.”
“As long as the parties themselves stay silent.”
“That is correct.”
Unlike the others, Crasus showed no change in expression.
Not because he wasn’t surprised—
But because he had not witnessed it himself, so it still felt unreal.
‘No one changes overnight. Even if he gained enlightenment, his body wouldn’t have adapted yet.’
His gaze turned toward the direction of his estate.
There were more urgent matters, like the upcoming monster subjugation—but this took priority.
At that same time, the Midius Count family was in chaos.
The second son Kan and the third son Seine were shocked and at a loss.
A child might defeat an adult by luck—but even then, only under extraordinary circumstances.
But a trained soldier? Impossible.
And yet it happened.
Seine asked:
“Brother, what do we do?”
“What do you mean what do we do?”
“If Villan got destroyed by Sharkron, what if he comes after us next?”
“Then we fight him! We’re still 2-star swordsmen serving under our eldest brother… urgh.”
Kan stopped himself.
But Seine immediately pointed out the flaw.
“He beat a 6-star knight! And even his master ran away!”
“His master ran?”
“He had no choice! This is insane! We can’t even tell anyone!”
“Damn it… don’t tell me Father was secretly training Sharkron…”
A desperate attempt at denial surfaced.
“If he was, that’s even worse! How do you train a kid to beat a 6-star swordsman at eighteen?”
“…That’s… yeah. Damn it.”
There was no answer.
