Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 511: Humans to Humans

“Whew. It always feels good to cause a mess. But thinking about cleaning it up afterward is exhausting.”

“Huh? You actually think about cleaning up? I thought you just acted recklessly with no plan at all.”

“I’ve been way more strategic than you since we got to Ende!”

Since everyone had gathered at the open square, Ende had fallen into an unusual quiet. As the regressor and I strolled through the eerily empty streets, we chatted.

“To be honest, I «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» don’t really care if we head to the Principality. There’s no reason to concern ourselves with Ende’s affairs at this point.”

‘Stopping the King of Wolves would have been much easier for the Principality than for Ende. If Ende were to collapse, the Principality would have no choice but to mobilize all its forces to fight him. Choosing to fight the King of Wolves here in Ende is purely my own stubbornness.’

And what a tenacious stubbornness it was. Maybe it was because of regression? When facing unknown situations, the regressor was almost aggressively proactive. But once they had experienced an event before, they became meticulously cautious. Given how they had connected with the merchant guild, reached out to Ende’s upper ranks, and even drawn in the Beast Faction, it was clear—this wasn’t their first rodeo.

...Though it might just be part of their routine at this point. Either way, I could tell the regressor genuinely wanted to resolve Ende’s situation as cleanly as possible.

“You’re not going to abandon Ende, are you?”

“Well, you said you had a plan. I don’t know how things will turn out here, but going to the Principality is still an option.”

“There’s no need. I’ve already finished my business with the pig beastfolk. I’ve shown them that they, too, are human. Now that their wish has been granted, they should let it go.”

There’s nothing shameful about primal desires. What’s strange is pretending they don’t exist.

Wanting a better life, taking what others have for yourself—those are natural impulses. But then you have some who say, “Humans are superior to beastfolk,” while others say, “Since we’re equals, you should give up what’s yours.” It’s absolutely ridiculous.

I just wanted to strip away the embellishments covering these desires. To tell them to stop pretending and return to their natural state as beasts.

The regressor gave me a suspicious look.

“...You always seem to speak about humans in a condescending way.”

“If you think it’s condescending, Shei, it just means you have too high an expectation of humans. I’ve always had a consistent stance.”

“Well, maybe I don’t expect much, but I can at least ask for basic common sense.”

“But common sense differs from person to person.”

“That’s true, but there are shared norms. That’s why it’s called common sense.”

“But the fact that differences exist means there’s already a discrepancy. Eventually, someone has to change to resolve those differences. And that’s what fighting is.”

The regressor, momentarily speechless, let out a frustrated groan.

“So? What do we do to knock some sense into those idiots?”

“For now, Shei, just keep doing what you always do—cause a mess.”

“How big of a mess?”

“No need to overthink it. Just act however you feel like. That’s how you make a mess.”

There’s a difference between something natural and something manufactured. No matter how much I strategize, I’ll never be able to match a regressor’s instincts. So, go ahead and do whatever you want.

The regressor narrowed their eyes.

“...You’ve been subtly mocking me for a while now, haven’t you?”

“As if. Look, they’re here!”

Just as I shouted, a group of horse beastfolk appeared before us. They were fast. We had only just escaped on the wind, and yet they had already caught up.

“There they are! Over here!”

“That’s...!”

“Puhing? I’m just a scout!”

As the regressor flared their energy, the horse beastfolk turned tail and fled. Though they only used the most basic level of qi arts to boost their speed, it was still enough to make any pursuit meaningless.

“Killing them would be easier than catching them. Not that it’s necessary.”

Moments after the horse beastfolk disappeared, another group rushed in to take their place. A cloaked figure at the front spotted us and shouted,

“Report to Chief Grull! We’ll hold them here!”

“The Beast Faction?”

There were few in Ende with power comparable to the regressor. But one of them stood before us now.

Grull.

The orc warlord who had attained enlightenment.

Tensing, the regressor gripped Tianying.

‘Why is the Beast Faction here? Have they fully aligned themselves with Ende now?’

The regressor had immense qi reserves and had mastered advanced techniques, but they still fell slightly short of those who had reached enlightenment. It wasn’t just a difference in raw strength or speed—there was an instinctual, split-second judgment ability that separated them. A difference in talent.

They had powerful weapons like Tianying and Jizan, along with countless treasures and abilities. They wouldn’t necessarily lose in a fight. But—

‘This is bad! Fighting an opponent I don’t know if I can beat is always a problem!’

Bracing themselves, the regressor raised their energy and shouted.

“Get out of the way!”

Heavenly Blade Art – Meteor Shower.

Shattered debris and chunks of rock lifted into the air, caught in a raging storm. With a powerful swing, the regressor unleashed the attack, sending hundreds—no, thousands—of fragments raining down on the Beast Faction warriors.

They had intended to incapacitate them quickly. But the Beast Faction warriors were not so easily overwhelmed.

“Cloaks!”

As the storm of debris descended, the Beast Faction warriors immediately raised their heavy leather cloaks in front of them.

Thud, thud, thud!

A deep, drum-like sound echoed from their leather cloaks. The debris bounced off and fell to the ground, utterly powerless. The warriors of the Beast Faction had used Rebounding Qi, effortlessly neutralizing the regressor’s attack.

The warriors trained directly by Grull were on par with the elite Obelisk Soldiers. Their Qi mastery might not be as refined as the high generals of the Military State, but they made up for it with their naturally superior beastfolk physique. Against fellow humans, refined technique mattered, but in a battle of raw physical power, it was almost irrelevant.

And that remained true here—because the regressor relied more on brute strength than Qi techniques.

“Damn! Would’ve been nice if that had taken them out!”

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The Beast Faction warriors clenched their teeth against the impact and shouted,

“Don’t clash blades! He’s a master! Push and pull with the Bison Hunting Formation!”

“Thanks for considering me a master!”

No one had to tell them—the regressor had already charged forward. They were doing exactly what I told them—causing a mess. Watching them wreak havoc, I slowly turned to Azzy.

“Azzy, let’s go.”

“...Woof.”

Azzy gave a weak nod, still shaken from everything that had just happened.

The plan was simple. Well, not exactly a plan—more like my personal resolve.

I had granted Orcma their wish. They had gained the right to ruin themselves like true humans—and they were using it to the fullest. They said they could handle things on their own, so why should I interfere?

Now, it was time to check on the other side’s wish. And if fulfilling that wish could help protect the city, even better.

“Oh? You’re—”

The moment a pig beastman recognized me and pointed, I grabbed his finger and twisted.

He screamed in agony as I slammed him into the city wall. My own strength wasn’t enough to crack solid stone, but with Earth Arts, I didn’t need to be. The wall dented precisely where I pressed him into it, perfectly embedding him like he had always been a part of it.

I looked around for the next victim.

“Next.”

“Uh... S-Sp—”

He tried to yell ‘Spear!’, but I flicked a card before he could finish.

Whip.

The card, charged with electricity, embedded itself into his shoulder. Blood splattered. A minor wound for a beastfolk of Ende, used to rough living.

But the problem wasn’t the wound.

The Lightning Tangle followed the blood. The electric surge spread through his nervous system, sending him into violent convulsions before he collapsed.

“My hand moves faster than my eyes. Not the right context for that phrase, but whatever.”

I dusted off my hands and pushed open the gates of Obeli.

With Obeli’s leaders absent, and with the regressor causing chaos in the heart of Ende, Obeli’s defenses were at their weakest.

And inside Obeli, there was a prize everyone coveted.

“Bark, bark, bark, bark!”

“Rescue the Public Officials!”

The Obeli Watchdogs and other dog beastfolk stormed the city.

Noble and unyielding Obeli—conquered twice in a single day. Not that the city itself cared.

The dog beastfolk, burning with resentment, attacked the pig beastfolk. The pigs, hastily assembled in a rush, fell like wheat before a scythe.

A coincidental coup.

I hadn’t planned this. But it was inevitable.

Even coups were the same. Even falling apart was the same for all humans.

“Magician... Don’t think this means I forgive you! We’re only sparing you because you’re with the King!”

“...Woof.”

“No, Your Majesty! I wasn’t shouting at you—Damn it, whatever! We’ll settle this later!”

A human shouted before leading his group away.

Emboldened, the rampaging beastfolk tore through Obeli’s clean streets, kicking down doors as they went.

If they found a Public Official, they rescued them.

If they found a pig beastman, they beat them senseless.

It didn’t matter if their targets were men, women, or children—only if they had pig ears.

Screams and cheers mixed together.

More blood than last time.

Because before, only the Public Officials were targeted. And even then, their attackers had held back from true violence.

“This is no place for swine!”

“Bet you enjoyed playing master, huh?”

Against fellow humans, no such restraint existed.

This wasn’t retribution. This was vengeance. And vengeance was always crueler.

“...Awoo...”

Azzy shut his eyes tight.

From his perspective, the previous massacre had been better.

At least back then, humans hadn’t suffered.

And honestly, I agreed.

They were getting too carried away.

But the true power in this city wasn’t them.

“Yelp! Yelp! Yelp!”

The anguished cries of dog beastfolk rang out.

In front of Obeli’s prison, where many Public Officials were held.

The rescuers had rushed in—only to be scattered like autumn leaves.

Watching their comrades fall, the remaining Obeli Watchdogs hesitated, stepping backward.

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“What’s wrong? Didn’t you say swine had no place here?”

A massive pig beastman walked forward.

His presence alone crushed the momentum of the dog beastfolk.

Faced with his overwhelming pressure, one of them blurted out, desperately,

“S-Stop! Didn’t you hear us?! If you resist, this will be considered treason against the Principality—”

“Try it.”

The Beast Faction was made up of wandering clans, nomads without allegiance.

The laws of other nations meant nothing to them.

And for a true powerhouse, talk of treason was a laughable threat.

Grull scoffed. Then he raised his fist.

“A frightened beast only makes noise.

Stop barking like a dog and show me what you’ve got.”

“Ugh...!”

The dog beastfolk all stepped back.

Which meant—

I was now the only one standing at the front.

Grull finally noticed me.

Like he had been waiting for me all along.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Magician.”