2026-04-24 15:13:27After all those lives as a sword saint, a grand mage, and a hero, he was back to being a peasant who nearly died to a brat like Elton.
Flint sat up, ignoring the pain around his body.
“Being a regressor is such hard work. Okay then, what's my current status?” He asked.
[SYSTEM STATUS: INITIALIZED]
[Host: Flint Hayd]
[Status: Final Regressor]
[Vessel Condition: Level 1 (Critically Weak)]
[CORE ATTRIBUTES]
[Mana Pool: INFINITE]
[Description: Accumulated residue from 100 world-leaps has bypassed all magical limits.]
Flint nodded his head, “That's one good thing. But if using a little mana would cause so much pain, I have to train harder.”
[UNIQUE TRAIT: Skill Devourer.]
[DEVOURED SKILLS: Earth Fist.]
The feeling was bitter sweet, and Flint stared at the screen again.
“If I survive in this world, can I finally return home?” He asked, remembering his true goal.
[Once the Host has saved a world from final destruction, the journey home would commence.]
“Alright. And as always, I won't know what would bring world destruction, I just have to prepare for it.” Flint sighed, he had his work cut out for him.
This was the reason for his ninety-nine regressions; to save a world from extinction, but he had failed.
“This time, I'm going to succeed.”
Exhaustion soon filled his body and he slept off.
The next morning, Flint was woken up by countless bangs on the front door.
“Mom, Dad. Are you expecting anybody?” He called out but there was no reply.
“They are probably still asleep.” He muttered, before going out to open the door.
Elton stood there, along with five other armoured men.
“You filthy peasant! Did you forget our deal yesterday? I said you were supposed to make me win.” Elton frowned at him.
Flint cocked a smile. “I didn't forget, I just wanted to get into the mage academy.”
Hearing that, Elton simply burst out laughing, “How could you, a magicless lowlife, think of something far beyond you?”
People gathered from around the corner to watch the drama.
From the look of Elton's clothes, it was obvious that this was a noble.
“What did Flint do this time?”
“Doesn't he know that the nobles are not to mess with me?”
“Poor Kid, I hope they let him go scot free.”
Sympathetic words came from the onlookers and it only made Elton grin.
“Even your other low life friends understand that you should always know your place.” Elton said.
Meanwhile Flint was annoyed, “My parents are asleep, please keep your voice down. You lost because of your lack of skills. How is that my problem?”
Elton's face instantly turned red, and he faced his guards.
“Burn his house, everything should go to the ground this instant,” He said before looking at Flint, “Now you'd understand why people fear those with noble blood. I'd rather you die than enter that mage academy in my place.”
Flint yawned, “Okay.”
Then he shot forward, his two fists were instantly wrapped with rocks.
“Isn't that?” Before Elton could complete his thoughts, a gigantic fist slammed into his face.
He flew back, crashing straight into the wall.
Flint flicked the blood from his earth Fist.
“How dare you?” Elton raised his head, pain filling all parts of his body. “Get rid of him!” He called the guards.
“You are making a big mistake, Elton.” Flint smirked.
He was far above these people in combat prowess and even in strength.
In his previous life, he had faced even strong enemies with one severed hand and no weapons.
“Water Whip.”
“Wind Strike.”
“Fire ball.”
Each of the guards called their moves, directing it towards Flint.
“Aren't you ashamed of yourselves? Ganging up on a magicless peasant like me.” Flint frowned.
However he didn't dodge, but blocked the attack with his earth fists.
“Those earth fist should have shattered.”
Elton was furious “Are you guys actually level C mages? We pay you so much, yet you couldn't even land a dent on him! Bunch of fools.”
Flint had a smile on his face, and this was because of what was right in front of him.
[Skill acquired: Water Whip.]
[Skill acquired: Wind Strike]
[Skill Acquired: Fire Ball]
“I thought as much. I just need to get hit by the skills.” Flint muttered.
Then he turned to the guard, a large grin was on his face.
Flint pointed to the sky, “Fire ball!”
Dozens of fire balls appeared, far much larger than the initial skill.
“How…” Elton fell backwards, “How is that possible? You can't use magic!”
Flint narrowed his gaze, “You made a mistake by threatening my family, Elton. Now you have forced me to kill you.”
“How dare you threaten me? Have you forgotten who I am? My father would make sure you regret being born.” Elton fumed.
A fire ball went through a guard's body with intense speed, the man died instantly.
“Flint, you fool. You are making a mistake.” Elton's face paled.
Another fire ball killed a guard.
“Wait please. Let's talk this out. I'd forgive you and forget this ever happened. You don't have to do this.”
Two guards were instantly burned alive, their screams echoing in the area.
Tears fell from Elton's eyes, “Please. I'm sorry. I made a mistake.”
The last guard died.
Flint walked forward, and the balls of fire instantly vanished.
“If you won't learn a lesson, I'm going to beat it into you.” Flint tilted his head, as he moved towards Elton, who was shifting back.
Rock pieces instantly covered his right hand and he grabbed Elton by the collar.
“Wait, what are you doing? Stop–”
Punch! A sickening crunch filled the place.
“You need to learn not to stomp on people, Elton.” Flint said with a calm gaze.
Punch! People started to turn their eyes away, some closed the eyes of their children.
Punch!
“Stawwwp. I said I'm sorry.” Elton raised his hands, pulling at Flint's clothes. His face was a mushed up mess, his lips were brutally torn and his nose was half gone.
“Shut up.” Flint chuckled. “Next time you come near my family. This would be the least of what happens to you.” He punched again.
Elton clawed at the bloody ground, his nails peeling off. “My father–”
Another punch. “You never learn, do you?” Flint scoffed, raising his fist again, delivering another punch.
Elton could barely breathe, the corners of hi
s eyes were turning dark.
“I'm sorry–”
Flint punched, and another splash of blood spilled everywhere. Punch! Punch!
Soon enough, the body beneath him stopped moving.
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FULLY SELF SUSTAINING.
Jolene returned for good on the hundred and seventy-first day.Not for five days this time, not for a report and a departure. She arrived at the upper platform with her full pack, the specific quality of someone who had made a decision rather than a visit, and Flint met her there before she had fully crossed the stone."The maritime network is stable." She said, without preamble, the way she delivered everything. "Fully reconstructed. Twelve governance councils running their own audits with my framework, and now training their own people to extend it rather than needing me to run it for them." She set her pack down. "I am not needed there anymore. Not in the daily sense.""So you came back." Flint said."I came back because the thing that needs documenting now is here." She said. "The network with no boundary. The Collective's observation post. What the module is becoming as it spreads.
FIRST TIME IN WEEKS
The fifth external settlement's practitioners arrived that afternoon, and Flint spent most of it in the practitioner hall alongside Dylan, watching the framework do what it had now done four times before — meet people where their training had left a gap and let the gap fill itself in with a question rather than an answer.It was routine now, in the way that significant things became routine when they were repeated enough times to lose their edge of novelty without losing their weight.He was tired in a way that had nothing to do with the day's work.He recognized it that evening, sitting alone at the eastern window after the fifth settlement's group had settled into the guest quarters and Dylan had gone to review the day's session notes and Terra had gone to read the substrate one more time before dark.It was not fatigue in the channel. The channel ran clean, the same as it had f
MISSING SOMEONE AND FUNCTIONING
Dylan found him there an hour later, still at the window, and read the quality of his stillness the way he read most things now — precisely, without needing it explained in full."Caravan." He said."Yes." Flint said.He told him. All of it. The other final regressions. The entity's long attendance. The specific quality of this one — the one that would hold.Dylan was quiet for a long time after."Every other final regression the practitioner has ever faced." He said slowly. "They went home, and it went back to needing to start over.""That is what Caravan understood, yes." Flint said.Dylan looked at the field through the window."That means all of this—" He gestured, not just at the field but at everything beyond it, the vein, the module, the network with no boundary but time. "This has never happened before. In any of the ninety-nine, or however many other worlds the entity has watched across however long it has existed.""I don't think so." Flint said. "Not the way it's happened h
THE GEOLOGICAL NETWORK
Caravan's next communication came on the hundred and sixty-third day, and it was longer than any he had sent since leaving.Flint listened to it standing at the eastern window with the morning connection already run and the field quiet below him, the thing at the far edge unmoving in the specific stillness it held most mornings now, less a presence requiring attention than a fixture of the landscape the way a mountain was a fixture."I have been at the Ascent for two months." Caravan said. His voice carried something different than it had in the six-sentence and two-sentence transmissions before. Fuller. The specific quality of someone who had been changed by what he encountered and had needed the time to find words for it. "I told you the Ascent is the entity. I did not tell you the rest because I did not understand the rest until three weeks ago."Flint waited."The entity has been attending final regressions for longer than I can express to you in a duration you would recognize as
ONLY BAD WORK FEARS BEING WATCHED.
The Collective's review took nine days.Reyes and her two colleagues spent the first three with Terra, going through five months of substrate documentation with the specific thoroughness of people whose professional reputation depended on getting the assessment right. Terra answered every question without defensiveness, showing her raw data alongside her interpretations, making clear which was which.The next three days were spent with the twelve, individually and in small groups, and then with representatives from the southwest settlements who happened to still be at the academy finishing their framework adoption.The final three days Reyes spent, unannounced, simply present. Sitting at the field's edge for hours at a time. Attending a session six run for the fourth external settlement's arriving practitioners. Standing in the practitioner hall listening to Dylan teach.On the ninth ev
THE COLLECTIVE'S ACQUISITION
The Collective's formal inquiry arrived on the hundred and fifty-first day.Not a communication. A delegation. Three senior representatives from the Collective's independent oversight channel — the same body that had been documenting the governance review, the maritime network reconstruction, the army recovery — arrived at the academy's ground gate with the specific formality of an institution that had decided a conversation needed to happen in person rather than through relay.Dylan met them first, because Dylan had become, without anyone officially assigning it, the person the academy's various threads ran through.He brought them to the practitioner hall, where Flint was reviewing the fourth settlement's framework request with two of the twelve.The lead representative was a woman perhaps sixty years old, grey at the temples, the specific composure of someone who had spent decades adju
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