The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 75 : How a Shrimp Fights a Whale (1)

It's refreshing. Now, the Rakshasa Divine Maiden will be enjoying her freedom, free from the restraints that had been oppressing her.

If I were given such freedom, what would I do first?

I would probably eat until I was full and then lie down on the floor and take a nap.

Just thinking about it brings tears of emotion to my eyes.

What a lazy, boring, and happy life.

But why am I running until my feet sweat?

It's all because of those bastards.

To think that they still haven't revealed their identities even after I've gone this far, they must be truly stubborn.

But I didn't doubt that if I just met the person I was going to meet now, all of this would gradually be resolved.

Because he was the smartest person I knew.

He would somehow solve the current stagnant situation.

But I'm also a little suspicious.

Before my regression, he was definitely a great guy... but after my regression, to be honest, I'm not so sure.

From what I've seen, he just seemed like an eccentric who could stand and sleep, walk while sleeping, and eat while sleeping.

Can I expect the same resourcefulness as in the old days?

Still, for now, he was the only one I could trust.

A person who was called the brain of the Demonic Cult in the Orthodox Faction before my regression.

The Demonic Brain, Jegal Myeong.

The illegitimate son of the survivor of the Jegal family and the military strategist of the Martial Alliance, the Heavenly Brain, Jegal Yu.

Although I haven't seen him reading a book as he did before my regression, I can only hope that his bloodline hasn't gone anywhere.

"It's been a while, Heavenly Demon Cult!"

I could see the Heavenly Demon Cult over there.

* * *

The Heavenly Demon Cult, which is called the number one in the world, strangely has almost no one guarding its main headquarters.

The gatekeepers at the main gate and the back gate are the end.

Looking at it this way, it seems that for the number one in the world, it boasts a very lax defense, but there was a fundamental confidence behind all this.

Because a huge formation was installed in this main headquarters.

This formation was always active, and the only two life gates were the main gate and the back gate.

Therefore, if one were to try to invade the main headquarters through a place other than the life gates, it was a structure where one would inevitably be caught.

And the two life gates, the main gate and the back gate, which were usually wide open, were now firmly closed.

If this happens, the path to enter the main headquarters will be completely gone.

But who am I?

I was once the Young Lord of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

The name of the formation surrounding the main headquarters is the Iron Wall Iron Formation.

In the past, I had managed all of this.

I can guarantee that no one in the Heavenly Demon Cult knows about this Iron Wall Iron Formation in detail.

And I had prepared for a special situation like today, which might happen, by creating a dog hole in advance.

The dog holes I made are in three places.

Of course, this dog hole is a life gate of the Iron Wall Iron Formation that would not originally exist.

The activation condition is that when the two life gates, the main gate and the back gate, are both closed, two of the three dog holes will change into life gates.

Therefore, if you enter through this dog hole, the Iron Wall Iron Formation will not be activated.

Then you might have a question here.

There are only two life gates, so why are there three dog holes?

You never know when things might go wrong.

No matter how thorough I am, I was also a human. In the future, when I become the youngest unit commander and finish my work, and when I return to the Heavenly Demon Cult after playing happily outside, in case the main gate and the back gate are closed, I have prepared one as a spare in case I get caught while entering leisurely through this dog hole.

A dog hole that is not needed anyway.

I was caught, but I felt like I wasn't caught.

I was blocked, but I felt like I wasn't blocked.

And so, until they appeared, I had been steadily preparing for a future of honey-sucking.

Although I had never dreamed that I would use it like this.

Ugh!

The Heavenly Demon Cult, which I had come to for the first time in a long time through the dog hole, was the same as in the old days. Whether it was true that they had sealed themselves, the Heavenly Demon Cult, which was always bustling, was now quiet with no one in sight.

Although I wanted to take in the sight of the Heavenly Demon Cult a little more, it would be very complicated if someone were to find out about my existence. Especially if I were to be caught by an elder or the Heavenly Demon, there was a high possibility that I wouldn't even be able to find my bones.

However, they were not people who could be easily seen like a passerby on the street.

'I'll strike quickly and get out.'

I immediately performed the art of concealment.

* * *

The Demonic Brain was smart from a young age.

Although he had become alone after his mother had passed away when he was two, there was no problem in his life.

The Demonic Brain had made a living by solving the problems of the village or by teaching the characters he had learned early on.

The villagers all called this Demonic Brain a child prodigy.

Then one day, a person who was his father came to the Demonic Brain.

The Demonic Brain, as soon as he saw that person, knew that he was his bloodline.

He couldn't have not known in the first place. Because the face that his mother had always talked about was there.

-Someday, he will surely come to pick you up.

As soon as he thought that that person was his father, the Demonic Brain's heart became soft.

But his father, whom he had seen for the first time that day, had said to him.

-How unfortunate. To think that you, of all people, have inherited my blood most strongly. Follow me.

This was what had happened when the Demonic Brain was 3 years old.

The Demonic Brain had followed his father to a place called the Jegal family. His father was the head of the Jegal family. Furthermore, he was also serving as the military strategist of a place called the Martial Alliance.

The Demonic Brain was guided to a room that was blocked by walls on all sides and had bars on the top.

-This is the room where you will stay from now on.

Although the atmosphere was a little gloomy, compared to the house he had originally lived in, this solitary cell was, objectively speaking, about three times better.

The Demonic Brain asked.

-Father, when will I meet my brothers?

His father, hearing those words, frowned and said.

-Do not come out until I give you permission.

After that, the Demonic Brain was forcibly injected with a lot of knowledge by his father in the solitary cell.

The Demonic Brain did not find this life so bad. Rather, it was fun to be able to learn new knowledge every day.

His father had also been cold at first, but as he followed well, he would sometimes praise him.

Then, an upset occurred.

-Father. I heard that the Demonic Cult has started a war this time.

-Yes. But don't worry. The bastards have always been acting up, and we have always blocked them well.

-But when I look at this order, the formation is in the shape of a valley, so it is not formed favorably for the Orthodox Faction. If the Demonic Cult comes to the valley, we will be in a position to surround them, but on the other hand, if they ambush us first, we will be the ones to be hit.

-You have a point, but this place is mountainous and rugged, so it is not as easy to ambush as you say.

-But if I were the Demonic Cult, I would use this to my advantage...

-You are talking too much today.

-I'm sorry. But I also wanted to help my father...

-That's enough. Know your place.

After that day, his father, who had visited once a day, did not come for a month.

Then one day, his father, who had suddenly appeared, had haggard eyes, unlike his usual intelligent eyes.

His body reeked of alcohol.

His father had suddenly grabbed him and, holding the order, had told him to come up with a plan.

The Demonic Brain had faithfully followed his father's words.

The more he did, the more his father returned to his old self.

And so, two years had passed.

The Demonic Brain had looked at the order and had come up with a plan and had given it to his father today as well.

His father, who had received it, had suddenly torn the order.

-Hehehe. Isn't this a fucking mess?

And he had extended his hands and had choked the Demonic Brain's neck with both hands.

-F-father. It hurts. Please let me go.

-If it weren't for you, if I hadn't given birth to you, I wouldn't have been so frustrated.

-F-father. I'm sorry. So please let me go. I'll listen to you well.

-If I kill you like this, I can go back to the old days.

-Gasp! Gasp! F-father...

Just as his consciousness was about to be cut off, his father had let go of his choking hands. However, after that day, his father had never visited him.

He had not even put in the new books that he had always put in his room.

The Demonic Brain had lived by reading the books that had been put in until now, relying on the light coming in through the bars.

As time passed, the Demonic Brain had now memorized all the books.

Suddenly, a musty smell began to emanate.

A hot heat was transmitted from beyond the door.

The Demonic Brain, noticing that there was a fire outside, had shouted for help.

-Help me! There's a person here!

He could see a person moving busily through the crack in the door. Among them was his father. The Demonic Brain had shouted.

-Father! Get me out of here!

His father, hearing his voice, had turned around. His eyes had met exactly with his own, which were looking through the crack in the door.

And his father had mercilessly turned around and had left.

What he had learned later was that the Orthodox Faction, which had been continuing the war with the Demonic Cult smoothly, had suddenly begun to collapse rapidly in the past two years, and in the end, it had led to the defeat of the Orthodox Faction.

It coincided exactly with the time when his father had not visited him.

And the place where he had been was a prison where prisoners were kept, and because of that, he had been mistaken for a prisoner by the invading Demonic Cult and had been able to survive without being killed on the spot.

After that, the Demonic Brain does not trust people.

Because he knew better than anyone how cruel the human race could be.

Therefore, the Demonic Brain does not open his heart to anyone. He just travels with them for convenience.

The fact that he is now cooped up in a small room as he was in the Jegal family three years ago is nothing more than an attempt not to repeat his previous life.

Because all the answers in this world are in books.

He had sworn that he would never give his heart again.

So he had spoken as little as possible.

Humans are selfish creatures. They only need you when they want something, and it is the nature of the human creature to abandon you without a second thought once they have achieved it.

Humans are creatures of envy. They are nothing more than a base species that feels jealousy even if it is their own child when a being superior to them appears.

On the other hand, the Demonic Brain comes to understand how ugly a human being he is.

The reason he is cooped up in this small room as he was in the Jegal family is because he is secretly hoping for it again.

I don't want to be abandoned.

I don't want to be thrown away.

I also want to be a person who is needed by someone.

However, this case was different from the previous one.

He had not been abandoned.

It was just that the target had died.

But the wound that had been inflicted once, although it must have healed by now, the scar remained stubbornly and was still tormenting the Demonic Brain.

When a silence falls on the world, the events of that time come to mind vividly again.

The touch, the smell, the sight, the atmosphere of that time.

At times like this, he resented his memory.

The burning family.

The rampant people.

The eyes of his father, full of joy, as he watched him die.

The more he realized that, the more the Demonic Brain delved into books. To find the answer to this unpleasant reality.

At the same time, the Demonic Brain understood.

That the answer he was looking for was not in books.

His heart was stuffy.

It felt as if a fantasy had become reality, and he could feel it vividly on his skin.

A fire was burning around him.

Although it was clearly a fantasy, his skin was hot.

Black smoke filled all directions, and he couldn't breathe.

The Demonic Brain crawled towards the door in front of him.

Although the distance was only a few steps, it felt so far to him who was crawling.

And so, at the point where there was only one step left, the Demonic Brain could tell.

That he could now be freed from the curse that had been binding him.

The eyes of his father, full of that joy, were seen with the flames.

The strength drained from his body.

He couldn't breathe.

The Demonic Brain's eyes closed powerlessly.

Just then.

Creak.

Fresh air comes into the room.

The breath that he couldn't breathe is breathed again.

The heat disappears, and a cold wind touches his skin.

The Demonic Brain's closed eyes open again.

"Have you been well?"

Just like when he had first seen his father, he could tell the moment he saw him.

Although his appearance was different, this person in front of him was a person he definitely knew.

"Captain?"

The captain, who was said to be dead, had returned.

"You can talk after all!"

The captain was grinning.

And he extended his hand to him, just as he had when they had first met.

"I've come to pick you up. Demonic Brain."

The Demonic Brain is smart.

At this moment, he could tell exactly what the method was to be freed from the curse that had been binding him.

The scar does not disappear, but if the wound heals, the pain disappears.

The Demonic Brain looked back.

He could see the dark, small room.

He could see the prison with its four walls.

And the Demonic Brain looks forward again.

A warm sunlight shines.

There was a person.

It was time to escape from this damn hell.

(End of Chapter)