Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 477: Then Why Don’t You Start by Overturning This Rotten World?

The regressor frowned at the unfamiliar phrasing—catching up to humans?

"Catching up... to?"

"Yes. I am aware that I hold the title of the King of Humans, but I have no such power to match. I don't know why, but humans don’t have a King of Beasts. As if they have transcended beyond being mere animals and become something else."

When I call myself an ordinary human, I mean it—no exaggeration, no humility. Right now, I am just a regular human, lacking strength, knowledge, or even will. The only thing I can do is represent the person standing before me, thanks to my mind-reading ability.

I have no idea why or how, but the King of Humans has been separated from humanity.

"As you know, a King of Beasts has a purpose. Or perhaps, it would be more accurate to call it the ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) reason for their existence?"

"And what is that?"

"You already know, don’t you? Representing and acting on behalf of their species’ collective will. That’s why wolves fight against dogs, elephants guard the graves of their dead, beavers build dams, and horses gallop across the plains."

It might sound like nothing, but because it is so instinctive, a King of Beasts is even more bound to such actions. A King of Beasts embodies all the defining traits of their species.

I should be the same... or so I thought.

"And what is it that the King of Humans is supposed to do?"

"I don’t know."

I truly don’t.

Maybe there isn’t one. Humans do everything. They guard graves despite not being elephants, build dams despite not being beavers.

But if humans can do everything, shouldn't I be able to as well? Yet, I can’t. It feels as if someone has taken that ability away.

"You’re the King of Humans, aren't you? And yet, you don’t know your own duty?"

"That’s exactly why I’m trying to find out. You have to understand something before you can do anything about it. That’s why I’m searching for the being that changed humanity. Because whatever the reason, if humans have changed, that must be it."

The regressor knew exactly what I was referring to.

Even after experiencing regression more than a dozen times, they had yet to fully grasp the nature of these beings. The regressor grimaced as they reluctantly voiced the name.

"The knowledge that burrowed into the world... the force that changed humanity. The Demon Gods."

"That’s right. The power that irreversibly altered humanity. But I don’t seek that power itself—I seek the context surrounding it. Because only by understanding that can I learn how humanity was changed."

What an honest and straightforward explanation.

Even a regressor as naturally suspicious as this one couldn’t help but find it reasonable.

After all, truth and sincerity always have a way of getting through.

'...There are still some unanswered questions. But there’s no contradiction in what he’s saying. The King of Sin I saw in my past regressions was a different kind of human from Hughes, but that too was a result of wielding the power of the Demon Gods.'

With a softened expression, the regressor asked,

"So that’s why you’re chasing after the Demon Gods?"

"Yes."

"That’s a lie."

"I’m glad you unde— wait, what?"

Startled by the unexpected remark, I looked back at the regressor, who had now crossed their arms with a stern expression.

"The information I have doesn’t match. You’re hiding something, aren’t you? Stop trying to keep secrets and spill it."

'There aren’t any contradictions, but... this guy is the King of Humans. He has to be hiding more information. I can’t be sure, but my gut tells me there’s something else. If I push harder, I’ll find out what it is.'

Bluffing? Without any real certainty? Just blindly prodding?

What the hell.

This level of recklessness was so absurd that I had to ask,

"And what exactly doesn’t match?"

The regressor tried to think of a way to poke holes in my words.

But the truth is, everything I’ve said is true.

There was no contradiction, no inconsistencies.

Unable to find any fault in my logic, the regressor blurted out,

"Just... something."

"Tch. You got me. Alright, I confess. I don’t actually care about the Demon Gods. My real goal is to travel the world and meet as many women as possible. After all, isn’t finding a mate an instinct for all beasts? I’m simply acting according to my nature."

"I knew it!"

"It’s a lie, you idiot! What do you mean, 'I knew it'?"

I shouted, and the regressor flinched before hesitantly asking,

"...It’s not true?"

"Of course not! If I wanted to chase women, I’d just settle down as Tyrkanzyaka’s consort and live in luxury instead of running around! If you’re going to bluff, at least make it convincing! What do you even expect to gain from a half-baked lie like that?"

Do they not understand the golden rule of gambling?

If you’re not confident, don’t take the risk.

If this were a poker table, their pathetic bluff would have cost them big time.

Apparently aware of how foolish they sounded, the regressor averted their gaze, arms still crossed.

Now that I had the upper hand, I pressed forward.

"Anyway. Now that we’ve cleared that up, you should cooperate with me."

"Cooperate? How?"

"That weapon you have—Tianying. It’s a relic of the Demon Gods, isn’t it?"

"This?"

"Hand it over."

I reached out toward the invisible sword. The regressor hesitated, fidgeting with Tianying.

'Giving the King of Humans a relic of the Demon Gods could be dangerous... but, eh. What’s the worst that could happen?'

The regressor didn’t dwell on it long.

They secured the sword and handed it to me.

Carefully, I grasped Tianying, making sure not to cut myself.

A vortex of spatial power swirled within the small blade.

A storm contained within an enclosed space. If a single breach formed, the tempest would burst forth.

I could wield it, but fully mastering this power seemed impossible.

This was undoubtedly the power of a Demon God—but which one?

There were no lingering traces of a will or obsession left behind.

The regressor, watching me closely, spoke.

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"Had your look? Now give it back. Tianying contains immense compressed power. It’s not something a novice should handle."

"And yet, you so readily handed it over to me?"

"Because you asked for it!"

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'He didn’t get repelled? That’s strange. Even Jizan rejects those who aren’t chosen, but he handled it with ease.

Does the King of Humans have some innate ability to wield all weapons?'

Wait.

What?

Was the danger he mentioned... about me?

Not that Tianying might harm me, but that I might become a threat with it?

The regressor’s mind was as erratic and unpredictable as ever.

There was nothing more to gain here.

Having completed my assessment, I returned Tianying and asked,

"This is a Demon God’s relic, right?"

"Obviously."

"But it lacks something. The will of the Demon God that changed the world. Even though they’re dead, their residual intent should still be lingering, embedded into reality itself. That’s missing.

This isn’t the Demon God I’m looking for."

"So you’re not after their power, then."

"Correct. I need their will and insight. My goal isn’t to obtain power—it’s to catch up to humanity."

Reaffirming my purpose, I turned back to the regressor and asked,

"Where is this Demon God?"

The Skyborne Demon God

Somewhere, the source of this strange power—space and wind—must exist. And after twelve regressions, gathering relics and authorities, the regressor was the fastest path leading to the Demon God.

...I had hoped to quietly follow along and gather clues unnoticed, but since I’d been caught, I had no choice but to be direct. I questioned the regressor bluntly.

"Whoever this Celestial God was, there must have been a human who first discovered it. That person likely became a Demon God and left behind Tianying. You found Tianying at that place, didn’t you?"

"...And if I did?"

"Stop playing dumb and just tell me. Where is it? What kind of Demon God resides there? If you don’t want to answer, just say so."

I didn’t actually need them to answer. I could just read their thoughts.

To my surprise, the regressor hadn’t consciously recalled how they obtained Tianying in this timeline. Maybe it had become such a routine through their regressions that they just took it for granted as their own. There must have been a process to obtaining Tianying, but in the regressor’s mind, it had completely disappeared.

Sungsan Yulim.

The Holy Crown Church’s sanctuary, where the first Saintess once communed with the Celestial God.

But by pressing them like this, they couldn’t help but remember. I focused my mind and read the regressor’s thoughts, peeling back the veil hiding the knowledge they had already discovered.

"If you stand at the altar at a specific time, only those who recognize the existence can perceive the space and grasp Tianying. Since I already know Tianying, I found it easily, but for others, it would be difficult."

Oh.

The information flowed effortlessly.

I might not trust the regressor personally, but their information was real.

After all, no one experiences the world more deeply than a regressor who has lived through it multiple times.

Sungsan Yulim. The Sky Altar.

As I reaffirmed the details and tried to extract the method—

The thought stopped.

What?

If you’re going to think about it, finish the thought!

Why would you stop at the most critical moment?!

Don’t shut down now—keep remembering!

While I silently raged, the regressor responded in a completely unexpected way.

"I’ll tell you."

"...What?"

Even though I had already read their mind, I couldn’t believe my ears.

"Really? Just like that?"

"Why are you so surprised? You asked, didn’t you?"

"Look at your own behavior. Up until now, you’ve been prickly and never revealed your true thoughts. But now you suddenly come to me and offer to help? I’m more suspicious than pleased."

"Then forget it!"

"I didn’t mean it like that! Why are you getting sulky now? If you’re really willing to help, of course, I welcome it."

For someone who had just pointed Tianying at me not long ago, they were suddenly way too cooperative.

I couldn’t help but use my mind-reading again, trying to keep up with the whirlwind that was the regressor’s shifting thoughts.

"The King of Sin will always appear. Even if I destroy Nebida’s false World Tree and its forbidden fruit that births sin, another one always emerges to sweep across the world. There will always be a King of Sin in every generation, just like the other Kings of Beasts. I can’t prevent its birth."

What?

False World Tree? Forbidden fruit? A fruit that births sin?

Now I was genuinely curious.

Just what the hell had the regressor seen in their previous loops?

The fragments of strange knowledge kept connecting to even stranger things.

I had known thirteen regressions weren’t to be taken lightly. But up until now, the regressor had just seemed like someone who got tossed around by the world and hoarded treasures through sheer persistence.

Now, though?

This was way too deep. Too dark. The kind of knowledge no mere witness could gain.

Seriously.

What even is regression?

And why, despite standing right in front of me, could I not fully read their thoughts?

This regressor was suspicious from head to toe.

"Hughes might become the King of Sin. I might be the one feeding a Demon God to him..."

Hah.

Likewise, the regressor might be the Holy Crown Church’s secret weapon designed to target the King of Humans.

"But it’s worth confirming. Let’s give it a try."

Fine.

At this point, I might as well go all in.

The bets had been placed.

Now, all that was left was for us to reveal our hands.

The regressor spoke first.

"On one condition."

"Of course. Just when things were going smoothly, you have to make it difficult. Why not just tell me outright?"

"Because it’s necessary. This isn’t just for me—it’s for you, too."

Dismissing my complaints, the regressor spoke with certainty.

"If you’re really the King of Humans, then keep the promise made with the King of Dogs. Do that, and I’ll trust you and take you to the sanctuary. Without notifying the Holy Crown Church."

"The promise with Azzy?"

I turned to Azzy.

She had been tense, fearing a fight between me and the regressor.

Now that the conversation was unfolding without bloodshed, she relaxed slightly, sitting down.

Then, as our eyes met, she tilted her head.

The promise once made between dogs and humans...

Neither Azzy nor I remembered it, but as the Kings of our respective species, the contract remained valid.

Dogs protect humans, and humans take care of dogs.

That was the contract.

...I had lost all my power and authority, meaning I had also lost the ability to enforce the contract.

But I had only postponed fulfilling it because of my incompetence.

I had never intended to break it.

Why?

Because a promise is a promise.

It exists to be kept.

I might be many things, but I’m no fraud.

"I was planning to keep it anyway. But how does that help you?"

"It does. The fight between the dogs and the wolves. Depending on the outcome..."

For a brief moment, the regressor’s thoughts deepened.

The beastmen.

A people altered by Mu-hu Agartha, blended with animals, distinct from humans yet discriminated against by them.

Despite their superior senses and physical prowess, their overly naive nature had led them to be sidelined.

Separation leads to discrimination.

Through perception and custom, the thick walls of division between beastmen and humans had been built over generations.

People relied on these walls to maintain a fragile peace, oblivious to what lay beyond them.

But nothing lasts forever.

One day, a disturbance rippled through the once-placid peace that those walls had provided.

A tide of pent-up emotions surged over the barrier.

By the time people realized it, it was too late.

The tension had built up too much—a single spark could cause everything to explode.

Among the beastmen, those who numbered the most—those who had served as a buffer zone in this looming conflict—were the dog beastmen.

The regressor, recalling the fate they had witnessed in a future that had yet to arrive, muttered.

"The choice the dog beastmen make... will change everything."