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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

Night fell upon the Heavenly Demon Sect, cloaking the academy in shadows—but tension still burned in the air.

News of the Fourth Prince's return from the outer mission, bearing a demonic heirloom weapon, had spread like wildfire. Instructors whispered. Disciples exchanged wary glances. And the other princes… began to feel the heat.

Inside one of the training pavilions, Jin Seo-Jin hurled his wooden spear to the floor with a loud crack.

> "All this noise… for one damn sword?" he muttered, his tone thick with frustration.

Beside him, Jin Seo-Gi of the Poison Clan sipped tea with a faint smirk.

> "You sound troubled, Second Brother."

> "I'm tired of everyone talking about him. He's nothing."

> "Unfortunately for us… he's not 'nothing' anymore," Seo-Gi replied lazily.

"And if he rises too quickly… our status may be at risk."

> "Then it's time to move forward with our plans."

Meanwhile, in a private cultivation chamber, Jin Seo-Won sat cross-legged, eyes closed. The Demon Sword Yasha rested against the wall, radiating a faint but heavy aura.

[Processing integration with inherited weapon… 34%]

[Recommendation: Strengthen user's internal foundation. Practice Demonic Heavenly Breathing Technique.]

> "Three years… only three years before the tragedy strikes."

> "If I want to stop it… I must become a monster before they can kill me again."

Outside the chamber, Soo-Ran stood quietly, gazing at the closed door. Do-Yoon stood beside her, his arm still wrapped in bandages.

> "I think… he's unlike anyone I've ever met in this sect," Soo-Ran said softly.

> "Of course he is," Do-Yoon replied.

"He doesn't fight just for power. He fights for something none of us truly understand."

> "Whatever it is… I'll stand beside him."

The next morning, in the main academy hall, the instructors announced the results of the 100-student mission. Only 50 teams had passed.

When Team 7 was called first, all eyes turned toward Seo-Won.

He walked forward—slow, upright, cold.

Not one of the other princes dared to meet his gaze.

"…is to ascend faster than any of them."

Elsewhere, deep within a shadowy chamber filled with ancient scrolls, Guardian Baek Ho-Gun stood before a wall inscribed with symbols of the early system generation.

> "Young master… you're walking a path of no return."

"But I… will follow from the shadows."

Chapter 22: The Path of No Return