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Chapter 60 – Suicide Unit 3

Chapter 60 – Suicide Unit (3)
Important Note: We had once said that there are two types of Reincarnators way back if you remember. One type are those who came back from the future to their past self with memory intact example Ahmuge.
The other type are the people who chose to return to Earth.

We realized that having the same term for each case would create confusion later on and so are going to use distinctive terms instead.

From now on People who choose to return to Earth will be called Returnees. These are people who in exchange for their skills and accomplishments choose to return to Earth.

The people who choose to return from the future to their past self like Ahmuge will be known as Regressors.

A Regression is returning to a former state and is much apter than the word Reincarnation which means rebirth in a new body. Many novels use the term Reincarnation for going back in time and hence we used it earlier since the readers were well aware of such a term. However, it is incorrect and its usage as going back in time to former self in novels is also incorrect. Regression is a superior word that is closer to the meaning and hence, we have chosen to go with Regressors.

I know this term change is a big one as we are doing away with Reincarnate term altogether, but it is a needed term change for the long journey ahead. We have thought over it for the last 3 days even communicating with the author to clarify before making this change (its why chapter was delayed). We apologize for the inconvenience. Enjoy the chapter!

Even the veterans were in a state of panic after the massacre that led to the death of half of their unit. However, Number 34 was indifferent despite how recently he had been recruited.

“Just what are you?”

Deckard asked the question with honest curiosity in his eyes. Sungchul figured out his intentions.

‘Was I too hurried?’

It looked as though he earned himself some undue attention, so there was now a need to make up some explanation. A brilliant idea formed in that instant. Sungchul spoke in a low voice.

“I am a Former Returnee.”

Among those who returned to their original world, there are those who have chosen to come back to the Other World. These were people that had tasted bitter failure after being unable to re-adapt into the modern world.
Whatever the reason was, that brought them back here, they are widely regarded as being much more powerful than their status points would otherwise suggest, and a good majority of them actually are.

“A Former Returnee…”

Deckard couldn’t hide his surprise at the news.

“I was at the Demonic Battlefront before I returned. I fought at the Forest of the Lichen Fog of the Varan-Aran alliance.“

“It has been long since that forest got taken over by demons.”

“In any case, the battle just now was just one of countless that I’ve already experienced on a daily basis. It also looked like the demons were more keen on recapturing the guard post rather than our annihilation.”

In reality, the Balrog and Baal that led the demons never stepped forth nor did they release their elite troops. It was nothing more than expending their easily replenishable pawns to chase out the meagre humans. Although, it would have taken at least the Balrog himself to take out the frenzied Genghis Aaron.


Deckard didn’t appear to be completely convinced, but there was some logic to follow in what Sungchul was saying. Sungchul spoke further.

“The reason I want to find a way to get stronger quickly is to survive.”

“If you wanted to survive, this is the wrong place.”

Deckard spoke curtly.

“I am being chased by a nemesis. If I don’t quickly gain strength, I’ll lose my life.”

As Sungchul pressed on, Deckard let out a sigh as he formed a shining orb and handed it to Sungchul. It was an Orb of Knowledge. Those that placed their hands on it would gain the information within.

“Take it. These are all the quests that are appropriate for you.”

Sungchul touched the orb to acquire the information within. A quest soon appeared before him in shining letters.

[No Title]
Grave Cleaning – Clean out the swarm of imps that are disrupting the grave of Elven Warriors. / Reward – Magic Power 5, Mid-Grade Magic Power Essence.

Deckard pointed towards a rocky mountain off to the distance with his staff.

“The graves of Elven archers of the Aran tribe are in that direction. The quest itself should be easy to handle even for you, but the problem lies in getting there.”

“Is it demon territory?”

Deckard nodded at Sungchul’s question then turned his back to walk away.

“Get some shut-eye. Something might suddenly happen at any moment.”

Despite the warning, Sungchul headed off towards the rocky mountain by noon. Despite it being labelled as demon territory, all the opposition was mostly small parties of patrols. Sungchul lightly evaded their efforts and arrived at the grave of the Aran tribe, then proceeded to clean out the imps that built their nest there.

Once the imps were cleared away, the spirits lingering within the gravesite rewarded Sungchul 5 Magic power and a mid-grade mana essence. It wasn’t anything impressive, but Sungchul knew the advantage of stacking up these unimpressive rewards. He leisurely returned to base and proceeded to start another job past his sleeping comrades. It was alchemy.

Sungchul pulled out Eckheart’s portable alchemic cauldron behind the barracks and began gathering ingredients from his surroundings as indicated by Bertelgia. He then proceeded to synthesise everything. Genghis Aaron approached him as he finished his third Alchemic item.

The healthy man stretched out his arms with a lazy yawn as he walked over to Sungchul and spoke with a look of amusement on his face.

“Recruit? What is it that you are doing?”

“As you can see, I am in the middle of synthesising.”

“I can see that, but I’m asking why you’re doing it.”

Rockhead’s response was unusual. It looked as though it bothered him that Sungchul was synthesising alchemic items.

“I wanted to create some useful items for battle. I learned a lot from the previous battle.”

Rockhead didn’t press the issue any further after listening to such a model response, but instead, he put on a stern face and gave a piece of ‘advice’.

“If you want to survive, I suggest you keep up your physical strength. Anyways, it looks like we’ll have plenty to eat today? Seeing as we’ve cut down on the number of mouths to feed.”

Seeing him spit out such tactless remarks, it was obvious how he earned his nickname. However, Sungchul got the impression that Genghis Aaron wasn’t as simple as he appeared. He was especially cunning when making his report to headquarters. He seemed to have realised the age-old issue of the Demonic Battlefront that was the antiquated organisational structure and seemed to be actively using it to his benefits. It wasn’t something he could do if he were truly an idiot.

It soon became evening. Genghis had started up a raucous party. The portions of food and alcohol allocated for the dead were given out to soldiers. The mourning for the dead lasted a full 10 seconds.

Sungchul chewed on the tasteless but overly abundant food while sipping his drinks by himself. The night sky of the Demonic Battlefront had a reddish tint. It was because of the light emitted from the flames of hell that never went out.

“Status Window.”

He pulled up his status window that he hadn’t seen in awhile. The unadjusted screen of the full status window overwhelmed his vision.