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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 sun was just beginning to rise, but Jin Seo-Won had already left Pavilion Seven under the cover of night.

Dressed in a plain gray robe and wearing a veil over his face, he walked the forest path that led to the outer cliffs—away from the eyes of instructors, students, and the ever-watchful clans.

The system's map hovered faintly in his vision, glowing with a pulsing red mark.

> [Black Snow Valley – Hidden Entrance: 3 miles east of the Forgotten Shrine]

[Warning: This area is protected by ancient demonic remnants. Enter at your own risk.]

Branches cracked beneath his boots, and the sound of his breath grew louder as the fog around him thickened. The closer he got, the more unnatural the air became—stagnant, cold, and filled with whisper-like echoes.

> "This place was sealed for a reason."

He passed the Forgotten Shrine—an old ruin lost to time—and found the slope that led down to a jagged ravine. Frost covered the rocks. A thin layer of black snow crunched under his feet.

> [Initiating Region: Black Snow Valley]

[Restriction Lifted – Temporary System Interface Upgrade Enabled]

His surroundings darkened as if he had stepped into a different world. Crimson lightning flickered in the clouds above. The valley pulsed with ancient power, and in the distance… a dark gate stood tall between two fractured statues.

> "You're either brave… or suicidal."

From behind a pillar, a figure emerged. A woman—tall, hooded, with eyes glowing faintly violet. Her robe bore no clan symbol, yet her presence felt immense.

> "No one comes here willingly," she said, drawing closer.

"And certainly not a child of the Heavenly Demon."

> "Neither are you," she countered. "Not truly."

The air between them turned tense.

Instead, she stepped aside, gesturing toward the gate.

> "You've been marked by something… older than this valley."

> "If you make it back alive," she said softly, "we'll meet again."

With a deep breath, he placed his palm against the cold surface. Symbols lit up—old, demonic runes long forgotten by modern martial artists.

> "Let's see what power you've been hiding…"

Chapter 18: Into the Whispering Fog