The Second Salvation Myth of a Retired Regressed Hero

The javelin instructor could scarcely believe what had just transpired before his eyes.

Just a week after teaching Doyun javelin throwing, he had created the skill. Yet none of the other students who had been learning javelin for 2 weeks had created the skill yet.

Those who had cultivated javelin throwing even before crossing over dimensions had started creating skills one by one 2 or 3 days ago. But Doyun had said he was learning it for the first time.

Creating a single skill was no easy feat. That’s why skills were so formidable and valuable.

Doyun’s growth rate shattered the instructor’s common sense.

And the instructor wasn’t the only one left dumbfounded.

‘Just from gaining a mere level 1 skill… did his might change that drastically?’

He had witnessed Doyun’s javelin throws in succession, before and after the skill manifested. And the difference was staggeringly incomprehensible.

When a skill was created, its might instantly increased due to the System’s corrections. However, the corrections from a level 1 skill weren’t that significant.

Creating a skill wasn’t the end – raising its level through endless training was a lifelong task for an apostle, an understatement.

But what about Doyun just now?

‘It was like he became a completely different person.’

The javelin throwing the instructor had taught was only the basics. But after creating the skill, Doyun’s form had… originality.

Even if the same person practiced the same technique, after 10 or 20 years, each would develop their own individuality, creating noticeable differences as the technique subtly transformed to suit their physique and abilities through repeated practice and combat application – a kind of user optimization.

Doyun’s proficiency itself wasn’t that high just now. Excluding the tremendous might from his innate strength, it was merely at the level of a skill level 1.

But the level of that technique itself was not an ordinary F-rate one. Doyun’s throw already bore the traces of time. His originality was deeply ingrained, the level of the technique itself differing.

‘It felt like a javelin throwing grandmaster had briefly manifested in that moment.’

Truly… it defied understanding.

‘…Should this be considered within the realm of talent as well?’

The instructor had met many labeled as geniuses and even taught some as an instructor himself.

And as an ordinary person, he could never understand them – their thinking, growth, results, all were incomprehensible to his common sense.

Geniuses were existences that could never be understood by non-geniuses.

Doyun before him was exactly that – talent beyond understanding.

‘Coveted.’

Doyun had already reached the pinnacle of fist styles. He was only learning javelin throwing as an improvised ranged attack option, having no interest in javelin arts.

And the instructor understood and respected his strategy, only teaching him javelin throwing as requested. But…

‘Truly coveted.’

Doyun was undoubtedly a genius in javelin arts. The instructor coveted that talent immensely.

He wanted to nurture this genius. To witness this genius master the javelin and unleash the javelin arts.

It was a pure desire as an instructor, before respecting Doyun’s wishes.

Meanwhile, the surrounding students had stopped throwing, looking at Doyun in seeming exasperation while muttering.

“He pierced even the farthest target and shattered the outer wall, right?”
“…A monster?”

The targets were arranged in 4 stages of increasing distance. Excluding Doyun, no one had yet to hit the 3rd stage target.

Of course, the target Doyun had just struck was the 4th stage.

An overwhelmingly faster growth rate that seemed to exist in a different world from the other students. But hardly anyone seemed envious of Doyun.

Han Doyun, who had been the center of controversy at the Cradle. Many students had witnessed his daily life while living together at the Cradle.

For Doyun, the image that always preceded ‘talent’ was ‘effort’.

“Can you really become like that just by eating and training?”
“Still, I don’t think I could live like that.”

They always saw Doyun training. Except for the unavoidable times spent eating, moving, or during roll calls, he was always engrossed in training.

While some might envy talent, no one could dislike effort.

He seemed to have a mental compulsion, training all day long… but in any case, they saw Doyun’s achievements as well-deserved.

“…Want to spar after dinner?”
“After seeing that scene, you still want to spar? I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t practice javelin throwing today.”
“Me too. I’m definitely hitting the 2nd stage target today.”

Rather, countless others were fired up by Doyun’s effort-proportional achievements.

Despite the disadvantageous human race and the fatal handicap of mana deficiency, Doyun always maintained top grades through relentless effort.

Such an image of Doyun became a great inspiration for many students, especially those not born with superior races or talents. The Headmaster and instructors were also highly satisfied with this phenomenon.

Moreover, Doyun’s reputation among the students was quite good.

The Cradle, a convergence of countless races and cultures from innumerable dimensions.

The overly distinct individualities of each student caused endless conflicts daily.

Amidst such chaos, Doyun’s diligent focus solely on his own tasks without harming others could only be seen positively.

“I just hope he gets the top spot. He’s so ‘human’ and likable.”
“…Me too. If he loses to those tasteless vampires or shitty cow bastards after working so hard, I really won’t be able to bear watching.”
“Shut up, kid… There’s a vampire passing by. Getting penalized for racial discrimination is really tiring.”

Some still muttered as they watched Doyun, while others swung their javelins more fervently, inspired by his dedication.

And the vampire Dewshy calmly passed through their midst.

“Wipe off, you monster.”

“…Thanks.”

Doyun solemnly accepted the towel Dewshy offered.

Doyun found Dewshy’s kindness suspicious. This guy had suddenly approached Doyun, with whom he had no prior connection, and tried to become friends, leaving Doyun flustered.

It wasn’t because he liked Doyun’s personality and actively tried to befriend him. Truly, without even making eye contact, he had abruptly proselytized like a cultist.

Since then, he had continuously shown this somewhat indiscriminate kindness.

In Doyun’s experience, such cases were either due to an ulterior motive or infatuation at first sight.

But this guy was male, ruling out the latter. However, the former also didn’t make sense, as Doyun was currently just a nameless new apostle, not the hero Enoch.

Or could it be related to him being a vampire? Doyun knew nothing about vampires, as they didn’t exist in his original world.

The vampires currently active in this world were all immigrants from other dimensions. So in his previous life, Doyun had never encountered vampires either.

“What are you looking at?”

Noticing Doyun’s gaze, he asked.

“…Want me to offer some blood too?”

“……I would gratefully accept if offered, but I don’t understand the sudden remark.”

“You’re being too kind for no reason.”

He answered as if it were obvious.

“It’s because of your aura.”

“Aura?”

Doyun furrowed his brows at the utterly unexpected and surprising response.

“Didn’t you know? Though races sensitive to aura like me are rare, you must have encountered some before, so this kindness shouldn’t be unfamiliar.”

Doyun shook his head. It had never happened, even in his previous life spanning hundreds of years.

“In the place I came from, humans were the only sentient beings.”

“Ah, I see. But there were animals, right? Plants too. Couldn’t you feel nature’s unusual affection towards you?”

“…I did.”

Dewshy had accurately pinpointed it. On Earth, Doyun had quickly befriended animals, which had never happened in his previous life.

Ferocious hounds, cats severely averse to strangers, even street birds – all had approached Doyun without reservations, acting affectionately. Even the plants his parents had raised grew excessively well.

Initially, he thought it was just a difference between Earth and his original world, the animals being docile in the peaceful world. But as time passed, he felt he was special.

This was what Dewshy was referring to.

‘Ah, could it be…?’

Doyun opened his status window and checked his innate traits.

[Divine Beast]
(Countless races repeat the cycle of life and death in this world. Lowly goblins. Intelligent humans. Mystical unicorns. Divine beasts like dragons. And Gods.

There are differences in rank among them. An individual’s rank is determined by the amount of karma spent on their birth.

You were born with a noble, no, a sacred birth. An immense amount of karma was spent in the composition of your body. Your potential will diverge from those of the uncivilized, and all of nature will resonate with your spiritual energy.

All of this is not mere luck, but the result of karma accumulated by your soul through countless cycles of reincarnation. You are a sublime soul deserving of worship from all beings.)

One sentence caught his eye.

‘All of nature will resonate with your spiritual energy.’

Doyun nodded in understanding. So that’s what it meant.

“You’re the first I’ve met who emanates such a pure aura. In fact, even now my saliva is pooling and my gums are itching. If I could, I’d sink my fangs into your neck right away and drink your blood.”

“That would be problematic.”

“Indeed. So if you ever happen to bleed profusely, I’d appreciate if you could call me over.”

Doyun almost chuckled at his joke but paused. There was no hint of jest on his face. …Not a joke?

“…I’ll consider it.”

“Thank you.”

Doyun nodded solemnly.

In any case, according to him, Doyun’s divine beast body seemed to emanate a spiritual energy. And only a minority of races sensitive to aura like vampires could sense it.

“Thanks for the towel.”

“You’re welcome.”

Doyun returned the towel he had used to wipe his sweat. The unease was gone, as he hadn’t rejected the kindness. Now he knew there were no ulterior motives behind it.

And this guy, his talent was quite good. Doyun tended to be generous towards talented individuals, a habit from his previous life of gathering genius comrades in each regression.

‘The vampire race seems quite decent.’

As a former guild master, Doyun had a considerable desire for talent. So much so that his status window acknowledged it and applied corrections.

[The First Guildmaster]
(‘Virtue is never solitary; it will surely have neighbors.’
Enoch Ruszvolnik, the vanguard of humanity against the Demon Lord. During the chaotic era of the Great War, many were inspired by him, a solitary beacon of light, and joined his cause. He was always surrounded by trustworthy and capable comrades. The people called this gathering of the righteous a ‘guild’, and Enoch Ruszvolnik, their core, the ‘Guildmaster’.
Their tale of salvation became a great inspiration for later generations. After Enoch’s death, people referred to ‘groups that believed in and relied on each other, united in purpose’ as ‘guilds’. In time, countless guilds were established, rising against the second Demon Lord just as Enoch Ruszvolnik had done in that era.

You are the first Guildmaster.

Your comrades will strive to stand by your side. The growth rate of those under your command increases by 10%.

Your comrades will be inspired by your example, drawing out potential they never knew they had. The potential of those under your command increases by 10%.

On the battlefield, your comrades can fight bravely, knowing you have their back. Those under your command will always exhibit their full abilities on battlefields you are present.

You have witnessed the beginnings and growth processes of countless talents over a long period of time. You have repeated this process numerous times. No one in this world can surpass your eye for recognizing talent. You can view the status window information of your target.)

Gathering a group and trustworthy comrades was an essential process in achieving great deeds. Nothing could be accomplished alone.

Was this not proven by later generations establishing ‘guilds’ to work together, just as Enoch had done in his previous life?

Doyun needed comrades. He was thirsty for talent.

Doyun used his innate trait [The First Guildmaster] to view Dewshy’s status window.