For This, I Will Destroy the Gods

Thirty minutes later.....

Seo-Jun walked into the bright, sunny dining room.

He wore comfortable, loose gray sweatpants and a soft white t-shirt.

His wet black hair fell casually over his forehead, dripping slightly.

The heavy aura of the Sovereign was completely hidden, leaving only a twenty-year-old boy.

The dining table was completely covered with delicious, steaming food.

It was a feast fit for an emperor returning from a grueling war.

A massive stone bowl of rich, savory doenjang jjigae bubbled furiously in the center.

Plates of spicy fermented kimchi, crispy grilled mackerel, and marinated beef ribs filled every inch of space.

Sitting at the table next to his mother was Kang Ha-Neul.

She had rushed over the moment she received Min-Ah's frantic message, arriving faster than anyone expected.

The moment Seo-Jun stepped inside, she shot up from her chair.

Her dark eyes widened instantly, glistening with unshed tears of relief and lingering fear.

"You idiot…" Ha-Neul whispered, her voice trembling.

It wasn't anger.

It was relief which was trying and failing to disguise itself as frustration.

She didn't hug him, but she grabbed onto his sleeve tightly, as if letting go would confirm every fear she had carried.

"I thought you were dead," she admitted quietly.

"When too much time passed without you returning… I honestly thought I had lost you."

Seo-Jun smiled gently, as if her words weighed nothing more than passing wind.

"I told you I'd be right behind you," he replied, patting her hand lightly.

"I just had to clean up a little mess before leaving."

Ha-Neul exhaled shakily but didn't let go of his sleeve immediately.

Eventually, they all settled at the table.

The atmosphere gradually softened into something almost painfully normal.

Seo-Jun ate with quiet satisfaction, savoring the long-missed richness of human food—the warmth, the spice, the simple reality of it.

Across from him, Kang-Ho spoke occasionally about guild movements and political shifts.

Min-Ah kept silently refilling Seo-Jun's plate, as though trying to make up for all the meals he had ever missed.

And Ha-Neul… she stayed close, her presence steady, grounding.

It was a mundane scene.

Ordinary.

Human.

Yet to Seo-Jun, it felt heavier than any battlefield he had ever walked through.

This...

This was the reason he had gone back.

Not power.

Not survival.

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But this exact moment.

He would have dragged a million Outer Gods into oblivion and torn apart their realms, if it meant preserving something as simple as this lunch.

As the meal gradually wound down, Seo-Jun placed his chopsticks neatly beside his bowl.

The warmth in his expression remained, but something quieter and more serious settled beneath it.

His gaze shifted toward Ha-Neul.

"Ha-Neul."

She immediately looked up, sensing the change in tone.

"Yeah?"

A brief pause followed.

Then Seo-Jun spoke clearly.

"You cannot tell anyone about what happened in the Tutorial."

Her expression didn't change, but her attention sharpened instantly.

"And especially," he continued, "you cannot tell anyone that I accessed Stage Five."

Ha-Neul stared at him for a moment.

Then she let out a small, exasperated sigh, shaking her head as if the answer should have been obvious from the beginning.

"I already told you that in the Tutorial," she said, leaning back slightly. "I won't tell anyone, you dummy."

Her tone softened immediately after.

"I'm not going to betray you over something like that. Even if they put a blade to my throat, I don't know anything."

Seo-Jun blinked once, then exhaled a faint laugh under his breath.

A rare, quiet warmth passed through his eyes.

"Let's go tomorrow," he said casually.

"To the Hunter Association. We'll register properly."

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"To prove I wasn't just being reckless in there," Seo-Jun announced, turning to his parents.

"I actually brought some things back for both of you."

Kang-Ho raised a thick eyebrow in genuine confusion.

"For us? Seo-Jun, the tutorial shop only accepts Tutorial Survival Points."

"How could you possibly afford anything after buying your own gear?" Min-Ah asked gently.

"You should have used those points for your own future."

Seo-Jun smiled mysteriously.

He raised his right hand and accessed his invisible spatial pocket.

Instead of pulling out basic physical artifacts, the air rippled with profound energy.

He pulled out two glowing, thick tomes wrapped in ancient, indestructible leather.

They pulsed with immense, overwhelming magical authority.

Physical items could be broken or stolen, but knowledge absorbed into the soul was permanent.

"Dad," Seo-Jun said, placing the heavy, glowing red book onto the table.

"This is for you."

Kang-Ho stared at the cover, his jaw dropping as he read the archaic text.

It was the Heavenly Void Severing Fist.

As an A-Rank vanguard, Kang-Ho knew exactly how much a skill book like this was worth.

It was an Ancient-Rank treasure that corporate guilds would wage bloody wars to acquire.

"And Mom," Seo-Jun continued smoothly, handing the sleek, dark purple book to her.

"This is for you."

Min-Ah traced her trembling fingers over the soft leather cover of the Abyssal Execution Art.

She looked up at her son in pure, unadulterated shock.

"Seo-Jun," Kang-Ho stammered, treating the red book as if it were a fragile, ticking bomb.

"These skill books... they radiate Ancient-grade auras."

"They must cost millions of Survival Points," Min-Ah gasped.

"Just how many monsters did you slaughter in that tutorial?"

"You should have used these points for yourself!" Kang-Ho scolded, though his voice was thick with awe.

"You need to build your own foundation!"

"It doesn't matter," Seo-Jun laughed warmly, shaking his head.

"I already got exactly what I needed from the System."

He looked at his parents with a gaze full of fierce, unyielding devotion.

"Anything I might need in the future, I can simply buy or take later."

"But right now, I need you two to be safe."

He leaned forward, his voice carrying the absolute command of a sovereign.

"I want my parents to be one of the strongest hunters on Earth."

"I want you both to break through to A-Class wall as soon as possible."

Kang-Ho and Min-Ah looked at him with overwhelming pride and deep, profound gratitude.

They realized their son was no longer a boy needing protection.

He was a man forging his own destiny, and pulling them up alongside him.

They hugged him again, silently vowing to master the arts he had gifted them.

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Later that night, the house finally fell quiet.

Seo-Jun returned to his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

The moonlight filtered through his window, casting pale shadows across the floor.

He walked over to the glass, looking out at the sprawling, sleeping city of Seoul.

He let out a long, quiet breath, processing everything that had happened.

It was an incredibly great start after his regression.

He had achieved a monumental amount of progress in an impossibly small span of time.

He had acquired unknown Primal Genesis Aether attribute and forged Dawn's Edge.

He had saved future hunters and healed the fractured soul of a Tower Guardian.

He had lowered the Stygian Tide Rate, striking the first real blow against the Outer Gods.

But he knew this was barely the prologue.

The true war had not even begun.

He needed to focus on the next step: Tower Quest 2.

He needed to officially establish his guild and gather the rest of humanity's scattered vanguard.

He looked back at his bedroom door, listening to the faint, peaceful sounds of his parents talking downstairs.

He remembered the warmth of his mother's hug and the pride in his father's eyes.

He remembered the unshakeable loyalty in Ha-Neul's gaze.

This was his anchor. This was his entire world.

Seo-Jun's dark eyes hardened, a terrifying, absolute resolve freezing his features.

He would become a monster if he had to.

He would slaughter gods, demons, and corrupt humans alike.

He would burn the cosmos to ash if it meant protecting the smiles of the people in this house.

He took a slow, centering breath, preparing for the long road ahead.

The night was calm, but tomorrow, the world would demand a Sovereign.

"Status window," he whispered into the dark.