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I Regressed to My Ruined Family Chapter 228

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#When it returned, the family was ruined (229)

It wasn’t just the bread and sword spirit that felt strange.

Rather, there was a being who felt the greatest perplexity and embarrassment, and that was the tyrant who was dealing with humans right under his nose.


It was a different being from the humans I had dealt with so far.

Although he was arrogant, the tyrant was an entity that had fought countless battles before becoming such an arrogant being. That’s why I was able to feel it soon.

‘This human… is not prey.’

Despite his appearance, this young man was an extremely skilled hunter. A hunter with the guts and courage to hunt down the ruler of the dragon race!

Only when the blue blood flowing from both arms touched the ground did the tyrant understand the truth.

Just getting hurt is an unexpected situation. In addition, the fact that the human was walking around fine even though there was so much blue blood dripping down was also a big problem.

Because it meant that he suffered an overwhelming loss as a result of the exchange. It was around that time that reason began to return to his eyes, which had been filled with only anger.

The tyrant had a hunch.

A body and mana amount that is overwhelmingly superior to that of humans.

Fighting with only that advantage in mind ends here. If the wound were to open any further, he would not be able to receive the sword with both arms, and he would fall helplessly with both arms tied. After making his judgment, the tyrant stepped back. The human did not follow right away and was looking up at him calmly.

Numb pupils.


Goosebumps appeared on the tyrant’s skin as he saw the emotions contained in those two eyes, which were infinitely smaller than his own.

There was no common sense of pride, no pride, and no excitement about a fierce battle.

The human eyes only contained simple concerns.

About how to hunt and kill your prey in the most efficient way.

Just as he had been thinking about it a long time ago when he exploded the head of the former tribal leader, Steel Heart.

Because he lived his whole life like that, he was able to intuit the tyrant.


Those were the eyes of a predator.

‘…The longer it takes, the more disadvantageous it is.’

I don’t know where the information leaked from, but one thing was certain. That person had a perfect understanding of his movements, as if he had been witnessing this for a long time.

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That was quite surprising.

This was because the tyrant was a monster close to transcendence who was not bound by the framework of ‘form’. Having no form meant having no habits, characteristics, or regularity. All they did was use the brutal power and body given to the dragon race to ruthlessly trample on their enemies.

A fighter who relies on his instincts.

That was the essence of the tyrant’s fighting style.

It’s surprising enough just to read such movements…

‘He’s barely that good.’

A tingling sensation rising from both arms. The skin he was proud of was dented, almost like a mop. It was a wound that cannot be explained by simply reading it.

A battle that was selfish and even one-sided. Are you saying that this kind of battle is possible at the level of the human in front of you?

At that moment, the tyrant’s head suddenly became cold. This is because an absolute proposition came to mind.

This is impossible.

It might have been a person who had overcome the wall of transcendence, but that person had not reached that level.

Yet, this result was produced.

‘I saw it through completely. ‘This me…’

Every single movement of my gaze, breathing, muscles, and every thought. It was moving without hesitation as if it had confirmed the future.

‘How is this possible?’

Is it really like reading the future?

As far as the tyrant knew, there was only one being who could do that.


A great leader who united the power of Dragonia, the dragon nation, and an iron-blooded tyrant that no tribal leader dared to oppose!

A monster among monsters with a shell harder than a metal dragon, twice as powerful as a Destruction Dragon, and with more stealthy movements than a Shadow Worshiper.

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However, there was another factor that made the dragonlord truly fearful.

‘It was not an overwhelming force…’

It was a movement as if they were acting with knowledge of the ‘future’. That future had a very comprehensive scope.

The tyrant realized this in battle. When the Dragonlord moved to unite all the tribes.

Because one of the tribal leaders who rebelled most harshly was himself.

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No technology that had been honed for decades would work in front of the dragon lord.

It wasn’t because the monarch’s outer shell was stronger than his own, or because he overpowered his pure power, or because he was so secretive that no one could see him.

I read the future.

The monarch’s movements were so bizarre that they could not be explained except in such language.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful an individual was, he would not have been so helpless that he could not even touch the skin of his opponent.

‘Everyone said that, even the cunning dragon of deception and the demonic dragon.’

The monarch’s moves are not possible simply because he is wise or bold.

It is said that a monarch is a being who can read the future. No, if that is not the case, then at least it is a being that ‘knows’ the future in advance and acts accordingly. Otherwise, the monarch’s actions cannot be explained.

If a being with overwhelming power could even predict the future, would there be any way to deal with it?

At least the tribal leaders who swore loyalty to the monarch were the ones who could not find a way.

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The same was true for tyrants.

That’s why I kissed his feet and bowed my head more deeply than anyone else. The dragonlord was someone who was born with the blood of a ruler so superior that even he himself acknowledged it.

‘But how can a mere human…!’

How could he look so similar to a monarch? There was only one difference between a monarch and a human being.

Power inherent in the body.

If that person had the same or similar power as the monarch, the duel of that day where they could not even touch the skin and felt extremely helpless would have been repeated once again.

The nightmare was squirming.

A terrible nightmare that brought down a ruler who was more confident than anyone else in the past…

―How can you… have the same power as him…

At that moment, Ethan’s eyes frowned. This was because there was only one monster that came to mind that the tyrant could refer to as ‘him’.


‘…He uses the same power as me?’

Could it be that the dragonlord in this life even used white flame?

This was a topic that sparked enough curiosity to stop the battle for a while. I asked quietly while maintaining my posture.

“Same power?”

-Hehe. That can’t be possible… His omnipotent power… How could an insignificant human being utilize it…

He tilted his head after hearing the self-deprecating tyrant’s answer.


Did the dragonlord have any abilities that could be called powers?

I’ve only encountered that monster a few times, but I’ve never witnessed any ability that could be called power.

The reason why he was able to be the ruler of the dragon race and have such great power.

That was because the monster was unique. Destruction dragons, metal dragons, and not only shadow worshipers, but where else in the world are there dragons who can freely control the power of words and spirits?

It was only him.

That’s why it reigned as fear among humans. But there was something odd about thinking that way.

‘…I don’t think you can call it power simply by utilizing the power of several dragons.’

If that kind of power was called authority, there was no way I could have told Ethan to use the same power as that authority.

In order for such content to be natural in context, it would have been necessary to show not only the abilities of a knight, but also the abilities of all types of occupations, such as wizards, elemental priests, etc.

‘What is it?’

I felt it intuitively.

That the power that a tyrant calls power is a very important word. If you think about it briefly, it was like that. Isn’t he talking about the dragonlord’s abilities that Ethan doesn’t know about?

If it is unclear whether the dragonlord has completely died or is simply secluded…

‘This might be worth finding out.’

However, if something meaningless was said, it was obvious that the fight would continue without any chance of continuing the conversation. Because the tyrant was now going through the stages of ‘suspicion’ and ‘denial’.

‘What is it?’

What on earth did the tyrant feel during this battle that led him to choose the word power?

White salt?


No matter how twisted history is, there is no way the dragonlord could have created a spark that no one has ever been able to restore.

Eight rings?

Palhwan’s abilities were clearly amazing. By simply storing mana that is not normally used, you could instantly explode up to four times the amount of mana you had.

However, if you ask whether this is really an ability worth embellishing with the grand word ‘power’…

‘I don’t think this is it either.’

So, is it immortal?

Immortal Hwan was definitely a great piece. Because it was one of the items that Duke Himos studied and kept hidden until just before his death.

Although it lost some of its power after being purified by the World Tree, it was clear that it possessed a powerful power of regeneration. From a normal perspective, it was almost impossible for a mere human to have a regenerative power several times superior to that of the dragon race.

‘…Did the dragonlord have the power of regeneration?’

I remembered the time I hurt that guy. I remember dropping one of the guy’s arms right before he died. However, its regenerative power was average by conventional standards.

The bleeding may have stopped quickly, but I don’t remember seeing the cut area growing like a lizard’s tail.

Will the monarch of this life be different?

Could it be that, unlike before, it possesses a powerful power of regeneration?

It seemed like a candidate group.

An item studied by the Archbishop under the Demon Dragon. It could have been one of the items created to imitate the dragonlord’s powerful regenerative power.


‘It’s ambiguous.’

Although he certainly demonstrated outstanding regenerative abilities through battle, it could not be said that his abilities were so shocking that the arrogant tyrant was frightened. It’s not like a severed arm can grow back in the blink of an eye.

At best, the injured area healed quickly.

This was a trick that even a troll could perform. Surely the so-called dragonlord would not be praised for his ability to be superior to trolls?

So what is it?

This was all the ability he showed. Other than that, I just unilaterally avoided its attacks and attacked the outer shell step by step.

That moment.

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Ethan’s eyes lit up.

The battle was overwhelmingly one-sided. What did the tyrant think of as he experienced this scene firsthand?

What on earth made you shiver?

If someone who doesn’t know it sees it, wouldn’t they think it’s a kind of supernatural power, like predicting the future?


This was an ability that could easily be called omnipotent power.

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I Regressed to My Ruined Family

I Regressed to My Ruined Family

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Status: Completed Released: 2022
I was born as the oldest of a renowned swordsman family, and became stronger faster than anyone. Yet, I could not stop the dragons, a great disaster that had appeared on the continent. I closed my eyes in my final moments, thinking everything was over. I really thought it was over… But when I opened my eyes, I was back in the past. A past that was very different from the world I knew. “What? Is this really my body? Why don’t I have any mana?” “Where did the castle go? Why’s there only a wooden house left?” “…What? The dragons and humans made a non-aggression pact?” A family that had fallen and was on the brink of ruin. A family whose writing of divination had vanished. And a body in which no mana could be found! “…I’ll have to keep myself busy from now on.” The great hero of a renowned swordsman family. He is back in the past, in a ‘parallel world’.


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