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 In the dark, narrow tunnels, a relentless battle raged. The Silver’s mercenaries, wandering knights, lowly sellswords, and the knights of the Eir family were locked in an unending struggle for the map.
 “At last, I’ve shaken off that leech,” Jin declared, after a fierce chase.
 Despite his pursuer, Baiken, being of a higher realm, the chaotic melee made it difficult for him to follow. Jin, finding a spot untouched by others, put his fingers to his lips and blew a sharp whistle.
 Whiiieeek!
 ƒгeewebnovёl.com The whistle was quickly drowned out in the deadly scramble, but it caught the attention of some lowly mercenaries. They were special operatives in disguise.
 “The captain’s call,” they realized.
 “We must rendezvous as quickly as possible.”
 The operatives, each gripping a sharp dagger, began to cut through the pandemonium.
 Thwack! Stab!
 Stab-stab! Stab!
 They swiftly plunged their daggers into the solar plexus of those in their way, retrieving them with equal speed. Their silent efficiency went unnoticed, their assassination skills too covert for detection.
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 </div> They raced towards the source of the whistle.
 “Gu-, Gack!”
 Jin, having just silenced a Silver’s mercenary, turned to the operatives.
 “Bring out the maps you’ve found.”
 At Jin’s command, the operatives presented their maps. Jin scrutinized them for any differences but found none.
 “Hmm. They’re all identical.”
 The maps, all freshly made from new parchment, revealed no clues to the mastermind’s intent. Jin had acquired five out of ten maps, yet the villain’s purpose remained elusive.
 Reports confirmed the authenticity of both the magic stone mine map and the warehouse filled with magic stones. Others might have forgotten about the revolutionary army, but...
 “If we compile the information within the special unit, that too was true.”
 Everything deemed false turned out to be true, further obscuring the mastermind’s motives.
 Then, something caught Jin’s eye.
 Earl Eir and his knights were stealthily withdrawing from the fray, heading towards the exit.
 Jin’s eyes narrowed.
 “Could they have orchestrated this to find those who would face the revolutionary army?”
 It was a plausible theory, but recalling information about Earl Eir made it seem unlikely. The Eir family’s military might was strong, but their intelligence was weak, and they lacked a strategist capable of such a cunning plan (鬼計).
 Above all, Jin’s intuition did not point to Earl Eir.
 Nevertheless...
 “The situation demands verification.”
 Jin gestured towards Earl Eir, and the operatives nodded silently.
 As they were about to follow the Eir family...
 BOOOOOM!
 A tremendous explosion erupted from beneath the tunnels where the struggle for the map had just taken place.
 Jin and Earl Eir quickly turned their heads towards the blast.
 * * *
 Baiken, having lost Jin, was taking out his frustration on the wandering knights and lowly mercenaries.
 With each swing of his sword, the bodies of the mercenaries were slashed diagonally and horizontally.
 “Just you wait, you mongrel!”
 Baiken’s subordinates dared not approach him as he spat out vicious curses, for they knew not what might happen should they approach him in his rage.
 It was at that moment...
 BOOOOOM!
 With a colossal explosion, the rampaging Baiken suddenly froze in place.
 Drip.
 Blood trickled down Baiken’s cheek.
 Tasting the blood with his tongue, Baiken let out a cold laugh.
 “I suspected there was someone behind this, but to think it involved that dwarven scoundrel.”
 Baiken chuckled derisively as he turned around.
 There stood a dwarf, his beard bristling, aiming a hand cannon at him with eyes ablaze.
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 Dwarves: The Fallen Titans
 Once, alongside beastkin, elves, and giants, the dwarves ruled the continent. Now, they are captives of the Empire, treated worse than beasts.
 These artisans, who once built a resplendent civilization and crafted myriad wondrous artifacts, were defeated in the racial wars sparked by the Founding Emperor. They’ve been reduced to crafting trinkets for nobles in prison-like chambers.
 Slaves of the Imperial Court.
 That was the term that defined the current state of the dwarves.
 “How did you find your way here?” bellowed Owen, the dwarf, with a chilling laugh at Baiken.
 Though diminutive in stature, the force and spirit he exuded were as colossal as a giant’s.
 “Your actions have jeopardized the sanctuary I’ve long sought!”
 “Sanctuary? Since when do slaves have such luxuries?” Baiken sneered, wiping the blood from his cheek.
 At those words, Owen’s eyes widened, and he ground his teeth with fury.
 “You despicable cur!”
 Bang!
 With a stomp, Owen shattered the ground like a spiderweb.
 Propelled forward, Owen’s form shot out like an arrow.
 Baiken, sword in hand, aimed at the charging Owen and unleashed a surge of blue energy, just as he had against Jin.
 “Hah! You think such brittle energy can scratch me?”
 Owen, facing the incoming energy, showed no intention of dodging.
 Instead, he scoffed, leaving Baiken flustered by his audacity.
 As the energy blade neared his forehead, Owen raised his left arm.
 The energy clashed with Owen’s arm.
 Boom! Rumble...
 A dust storm erupted within the tunnel, not a sound of slicing, but of collision.
 Baiken frowned.
 ‘Not even a scratch from the energy?’
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 </div> Whoosh!
 Owen burst through the dust cloud at breakneck speed, now wielding a greatsword larger than himself.
 “Die, human!”
 With a thunderous cry, Owen swung the greatsword down with enough force to cleave Baiken in two.
 Baiken hastily retreated.
 Crack!
 As the greatsword embedded into the ground, Baiken was about to sigh in relief when...
 Click.
 Without pause, Owen aimed his hand cannon at Baiken.
 Sizzle.
 The fuse burned down, ready to explode at any moment.
 Baiken gritted his teeth.
 “A War Smith, was it?”
 War Smiths, the chosen champions of the dwarves, once protected their people with weapons influenced by their advanced civilization, each a near-superhuman force.
 ‘But I heard no dwarf survived the racial wars to inherit the title of War Smith!’
 Baiken, too, would have been unaware of the War Smiths had he not wandered the continent, gathering tales.
 Bang! Bang!
 Two shots fired from Owen’s hand cannon.
 ‘Too late to dodge.’
 As the projectiles flew at him, Baiken gripped his sword tightly and swung at them.
 If he couldn’t dodge, he’d slice through.
 But the projectiles didn’t slice; they exploded.
 Boom!
 Baiken’s hand trembled as he held his sword.
 Even for one who had reached the realm of superhumans, it seemed impossible to cleanly slice through a projectile meticulously crafted by a dwarf.
 Baiken, sent flying backward, felt a flicker of fear at the sight of Owen charging with terrifying momentum.
 The sight of him, undeterred by the immense firepower, was reminiscent of a vengeful spirit.
 ‘This is a War Smith.’
 His arm, still numb from the explosion, had yet to regain full sensation.
 Baiken quickly pulled something from his pocket.
 Owen, charging with a face twisted in rage, grimaced at the sight.
 “...Smoke bomb?”
 As soon as he identified it, Baiken threw it to the ground.
 Fssssss!
 The smoke bomb released a stream of grey gas upon impact.
 In an instant, the grey gas swelled and filled the tunnel.
 Owen roared in anger.
 “Do you think you can escape me?!”
 Explosions echoed repeatedly through the grey gas.
 His resolve to land at least one hit on Baiken was clear.
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 The Cunning of Jin: A Web of Intrigue
 From a distance, Jin surveyed the chaos and shifted his focus from capturing the count to ensnaring Owen. After all, the revolutionaries had always been their primary target.
 Even if Earl Eir was plotting something outside, Jin doubted he would dare to harm the special task force, risking total annihilation.
 Extracting a wire from his cloak, Jin wrapped it around his wrist and headed towards the tumultuous tunnel where the battle raged.
 “What a mess they’ve made,” he muttered.
 The tunnel was filled with a pale gas, obscuring vision, and the ground was littered with the bodies of knights and mercenaries, casualties of Baiken’s massacre and the aftermath of Owen’s fight.
 “Where are you hiding, you rat?” Owen’s furious shout echoed in the distance.
 Jin pinpointed Owen’s location and began to move.
 ‘To miniaturize a cannon to such an extent... I hadn’t realized our current technology was capable of this.’
 It was a level of tech that could threaten existing weapon systems.
 ‘That the revolutionaries possess such technology is indeed a cause for the empire to be wary.’
 Jin clicked his tongue and started laying out the wire across the stalactites and the floor.
 As time passed, the smoke from Baiken’s grenade dissipated.
 Owen, who had been firing his hand cannon wildly, slowly turned his head.
 There stood Baiken, leaning heavily against the wall, seemingly exhausted from his failed escape attempt and the barrage from Owen’s cannon.
 “It’s the end of the line for you, rat. How dare you interfere with my work?” Owen sneered, aiming his hand cannon at Baiken.
 Sizzle.
 The mana he ignited set the fuse ablaze, and fear of death crept into Baiken’s eyes.
 At that moment...
 Snip!
 The fuse on the hand cannon was severed by something.
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 </div> Owen, his face contorted in anger, swung his arm around.
 Something had tightly wrapped around his arm.
 “...Wire?”
 Owen’s gaze followed the wire wrapped around his arm to its origin.
 There stood a shadowy figure, silently observing him.
 “There was another rat lurking around.”
 “Owen Valdi, key member of the revolutionary army. I hereby arrest you for violations of explosive management, attempted murder, and criminal organization laws, among others.”
 “Arrest me?”
 Owen chuckled at Jin’s declaration and drew the greatsword embedded in the ground.
 And so, the three-way battle commenced.
 “Hmm... It seems even the captain of Earl Eir’s knights would need to step in to match Owen’s level.”
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Chapter 98

Chapter 98 In the dark, narrow tunnels, a relentless battle raged. The Silver’s mercenaries, wandering knights, lowly sellswords, and the knights of the Eir family were locked in an unending struggle for the map. “At last, I’ve shaken off that leech,” Jin declared, after a fierce chase. Despite his pursuer, Baiken, being of a higher realm, the chaotic melee made it difficult for him to follow. Jin, finding a spot untouched by others, put his fingers to his lips and blew a sharp whistle....

Bloodhound's Regression Instinct

Chapter 98

Bloodhound's Regression Instinct - Chapter 98