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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 Thousand Mist Mountains were no place for the hesitant.

Just hours into the northeastern route, the team was already swallowed by a thick, unnatural fog. The trees loomed tall, roots twisting like claws across the forest floor. An owl's cry echoed through the mist, but no creature could be seen.

Team 7 moved cautiously in a V-shaped formation. Jin Seo-Won led at the front, his expression unreadable. Beside him, Do-Yoon clutched a spiritual map handed out by the Academy.

> "The first target… an ancient spirit altar," Do-Yoon muttered.

"But the energy readings keep shifting."

Soo-Ran, positioned in the center, glanced around nervously.

> "This place feels… alive. The mist isn't natural."

> "You're right. This is no ordinary fog. It's an illusion barrier."

"It's testing our minds… and patience."

> "If we get lost… will we die here?"

"That's why you follow orders. No improvisation."

Moments later, one of the outer clan boys, Jang-Mok, began to slow.

> "Sorry… my ankle twisted. I just need a minute…"

Seo-Won stopped. His eyes narrowed.

> "You're our vanguard. If you slow down, we're exposed. Stand up."

Before Jang-Mok could respond, two figures burst out from the mist, launching simultaneous attacks—straight at Seo-Won!

Coordinated ambush. Blades laced with poison.

Seo-Won didn't retreat. He moved like water—slipping between strikes and catching one attacker's wrist mid-swing.

> "Two of them… from within my team."

He twisted the attacker's arm violently—a loud snap echoed as the shoulder dislocated.

The second tried to flee, but Do-Yoon, shaking with fear yet unwavering, lunged and slashed the back of his leg, bringing him to his knees.

The rest of the team stood frozen.

Two traitors—at the very start of the mission.

Seo-Won loomed over them, expression like stone.

Both tried to bite their tongues, to kill themselves, but Seo-Won struck pressure points on their necks before they could finish.

"Jang-Mok…" — his eyes locked on the boy —

"Lag behind one more time, and I'll leave you here."

Jang-Mok stood immediately, legs trembling.

Soo-Ran stepped closer to Seo-Won.

> "We could've lost someone just now. If it weren't for you…"

Seo-Won stared into the mist, now growing thicker.

> "This mission isn't about beasts."

"It's about who's willing to step over allies for the throne."

> "And I won't hesitate… to crush anyone who tries to step over me."

Chapter 12: Mist, Traitors, and the First Step