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Born as the fourth son of the Heavenly Demon Sect's supreme leader, Jin Seo-Won was shunned and humiliated simply because his mother came from the commoners, not from the prestigious Seven Clans that uphold the sect.

Betrayed by his own brothers and silently executed by the heir of the Sword Clan, Jin Seo-Won's life ended in despair.

But fate wasn't done with him.

A mysterious system gave him a chance to return to the past—before his mother's death, before his fall. Now armed with future knowledge, hidden power, and cold determination, he walks the path of revenge through blood and flame.

He will challenge the pride of the Seven Clans.
He will tear down the thrones of his brothers.
And this time... he will rise not as a discarded son, but as the true heir of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Let the world tremble.

He has returned.

Heavenly Demon Regressor

The stars hung still above the Heavenly Demon Sect's academy grounds, but the night air was heavy—almost suffocating.

Inside the western hall, new disciples gathered as instructors made announcements.

The academy's first trial was approaching: a team-based outdoor exercise designed to test teamwork, cunning, and raw strength. The results would shape each disciple's place in the internal hierarchy.

And one sat in silence, eyes like polished steel, observing from the shadows.

> "So now they begin culling the weak..."

At the far side of the room, Jin Seo-Jin and Jin Seo-Gi stood among the elite, sneering in his direction.

> "The son of that lowborn woman dares to show his face..."

That same night, in a hidden chamber beneath the academy's main pavilion, the leaders of the seven major clans met in secret.

"His name appeared on the list," said the Sword Clan Chief.

"The boy must be watched closely."

"If he rises too far," muttered the Poison Clan Chief, sipping a steaming cup of dark tea, "our influence may waver."

From the shadows, a calm but commanding voice cut through.

Baek Ho-Gun, the Guardian, stepped into the flickering torchlight, his hawk-like eyes scanning the room. His tone was flat, but his presence pressed down like a mountain.

Far from the politics, deep within a secluded cave in the eastern cliffs, Seo-Won stood opposite Do-Yoon, who struggled to keep his balance.

> "Control your breathing. Listen to your body," Seo-Won instructed coldly.

"This technique isn't about movements. It's about will."

Do-Yoon gritted his teeth as energy surged through him, veins glowing faintly with the imprint of a new breathing method—one granted by the system.

> "I... I won't fail you, Fourth Prince!"

Seo-Won studied him for a long moment.

The next morning, the names of the selected participants for the academy's first official trial were posted.

As expected, the heirs of the seven clans made the cut without contest.

But one name caused whispers to ripple through the gathered disciples.

The most intense stares came from the other princes... and the elders silently watching from the shadows.

> "Will this bastard son become a stray dog to be crushed..."

"Or a dragon that must be slain before it soars?"

That night, Seo-Won stood alone beneath the moonlight, the wind tugging at his robes.

> "But this time… I'll greet you properly."

Chapter 6: Whispers in the Dark