The Heroine Stole My Regression-Chapter 2

The thing that saved me was the instructor’s indifferent voice.

“Attention, please.”

“Yes, sir!”

I responded louder than anyone else.

Never in my life had I wanted to be called on this badly.

“...Hmm.”

Cheon Yeoul adjusted her posture, as if deciding to withdraw for now.

Meanwhile, the instructor stepped onto the podium, running a hand through his unkempt hair before grabbing the mic.

His eyes radiated exhaustion.

“Alright... I’m Instructor Do Hanseong. I’ll be teaching Class B at Gaon Academy for the next year. Nice to meet you all.”

He cleared his throat and slowly looked around.

“There’s not much for me to say on the first day... After all, the fact that you’re here at Gaon already proves that you possess the qualities of a hero.”

Do Hanseong.

Not an unfamiliar name.

It had been ten years, so I couldn’t remember everything, but I was certain he had played a significant role in the game.

“Well, anyway, today’s your first day. That means we won’t be doing any theory lessons...”

He trailed off.

The students stared at him with hopeful eyes.

Do Hanseong let out a small smirk.

“...Of course not. There’s something else we need to take care of ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) first.”

“YES!!”

The class erupted into cheers.

Ignoring the commotion, Do Hanseong turned toward the blackboard.

Then, with a flick of his hand, the board split apart to reveal a massive hidden chamber behind it.

“...Holy shit.”

I knew this world inside out, but seeing it in person was a whole different experience.

The narrow-looking classroom instantly opened up, revealing an enormous dome-shaped space.

The ceiling was so high that I could see the sky, and the interior looked like a fully-equipped indoor stadium.

“Let’s go.”

The instructor led us into the chamber.

Inside, bathed in natural light, a large crowd of students had already gathered.

It wasn’t just Class B—it seemed like all the freshmen were here.

Do Hanseong casually shoved one hand into his pocket and continued speaking.

“From Class A to Class J, this is where your practical training will take place.

Today, you’ll be selecting your weapons.”

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Sure enough, other students had already begun choosing their gear.

Our class followed suit, lining up in front of a designated seating area.

“You may reselect the weapon you’ve been using up until now, or you can pick an entirely new one that suits any talents you’ve recently awakened.”

He slowly scanned the students.

“But remember this—you’ve come here to become heroes.

So make sure you understand the weight of your choices.”

At those words, the room fell silent.

The message was clear: take responsibility for your decisions.

“The process is simple.”

Do Hanseong gestured toward a panel near the glass-walled armory.

He placed his hand on it and demonstrated.

“When you press your hand against this panel, it will perform identity verification.

Once the process is complete, you’ll hear a notification. At that point, you may enter the armory and select your weapon.

You’re allowed to enter in groups, so don’t waste time.”

Then, he looked directly at the front row.

“For the first demonstration...

You there, the one in the middle. Step forward.”

He pointed straight at the protagonist.

Sung Siwoo stood up and strode forward.

I tensed.

Please...

This was a critical moment.

In the game, this was where he selected his weapon for the first time.

And depending on his choice, the story’s difficulty could change drastically.

What weapon should he pick?

Honestly, it didn’t matter too much.

As long as he had top-tier equipment and legendary skills, he could handle anything.

Gear carried most of the burden in this world.

However...

Sung Siwoo pressed his hand against the panel.

Ding!

A successful verification sound rang out, and the transparent glass doors of the armory slid open.

He walked inside and slowly examined the display.

‘Please, just don’t grab a sword.’

I know what you’re thinking—isn’t swordsmanship the foundation of every fantasy world?

But this place was different.

Swords had short range, zero initiative, and their performance was heavily dependent on the weapon’s rank and swordsmanship skill level.

Here, a sword was a purely physical weapon.

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Its potential and power were determined entirely by the user’s raw talent—meaning if you suck, you die.

Sung Siwoo wandered around the display, circling it a few times before finally stopping.

He stood before two weapon racks.

On the bottom shelf, daggers.

On the top shelf, curved blades.

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake.’

With a confident smirk, he reached for the curved blade and lifted it high into the air.

Oh, fantastic.

This guy was completely oblivious to the fact that he was making my life harder.

“...Hah.”

I pressed my hands against my face.

There was nothing I could do.

At least I had mentally prepared for this possibility.

Who knows? Maybe he had god-tier talent for curved blades.

Instructor Do Hanseong gave him an unimpressed look and gestured.

“Alright, hurry up and step out. Next.”

***

Which weapon is the best?

It’s an age-old debate.

There are countless types of weapons, and since everyone has their own fighting style, there’s no single right answer.

Some say the sword is the best. Others swear by the bow.

Both are right. And both are wrong.

For the past ten years, I’ve agonized over this question—for my own survival.

And I had my answer.

Before me was a long spear, its razor-sharp blade pointing skyward.

I chose it for its reach and versatility in both offense and defense.

Normally, I wouldn’t have hesitated.

But now, everything had changed.

Should I switch weapons?

Losing Regression had already shattered my plans. But after ten years of wielding a spear, its weight was already ingrained in my hands.

In the end, I stopped hesitating and grasped the spear.

No turning back. This was the best choice.

All I could do was try my hardest.

—Thud.

And then—I couldn’t lift it.

Someone’s hand was blocking mine.

“...No.”

The familiar voice made me look up.

Cheon Yeoul.

She was smiling sweetly as she held the spear’s shaft firmly in place.

“You can’t use this.”

Her words left me stunned.

I had no idea what she was talking about, and irritation started creeping up my spine.

I tried to yank the spear from her grip.

Or rather—I tried to.

“...What the hell kind of strength is this?”

No matter how much force I applied, the spear wouldn’t budge.

For the first time, I felt my determination waver.

Finally, I spoke in a low voice.

“Why?”

Just to be clear—I’m not weak.

Not even close.

But Cheon Yeoul simply smiled, unfazed.

“I just feel like it’d be dangerous for you. Just listen to your noona, okay?”

“...Noona?”

The sheer absurdity of that statement made me pause.

Before I could protest, she tightened her grip.

And just like that—my voice died in my throat.

“Okay?”

...Alright. Fine.

If raw strength is what determines seniority, then she can be my noona.

I was trapped, caught in an impossible deadlock.

I couldn’t let go of the spear, but I couldn’t pull it free either.

This... this was a complete dead-end.

As that pointless realization crossed my mind, a gentle, floral fragrance drifted through the air.

“How about letting him do as he pleases?”

I turned my head slightly.

A woman with flowing blue hair walked toward us, her cool, sky-colored aura mingling with the soft scent of flowers.

Her presence alone was enough to draw every eye in the room.

A mysterious and ethereal aura surrounded her.

“Love— Ah, no... trusting a friend can sometimes be the greatest form of protection, don’t you think?”

Yu Hana.

She met my gaze and flashed a radiant smile.

Then, she gracefully waved her hand—subtly enough that only I could see it—as if greeting an old acquaintance.

What the hell is her deal?

Her eyes flicked to the spear gripped tightly between me and Cheon Yeoul.

Then, she covered her mouth with her hand and let out a soft laugh.

“...Pfft. Noona? Are you serious?”

That would make sense if she was an aunt, maybe.

Her voice was low, meant only for me and Cheon Yeoul to hear.

For the first time, I saw Cheon Yeoul’s smile falter—just slightly.

“Also, you’re breaking the rules. You know that, right? This is territory violation.”

Yu Hana was still smiling, but her gaze turned sharp.

"Who even made that rule? I don't care about crap like that."

Cheon Yeoul spoke indifferently, idly running a finger along her nails while still gripping the spear.

They were smiling.

Their conversation sounded casual.

But standing this close, I could feel the tension crackling between them.

‘What kind of power struggle is this...?’

Neither of them were ordinary.

Had they always been on bad terms?

No, I didn’t remember that being the case.

So then... why?

Cheon Yeoul locked eyes with Yu Hana.

At that moment, I noticed something—

Her grip on the spear shaft had loosened slightly.

I didn’t waste the opportunity.

I wrenched the spear free.

“!”

Cheon Yeoul’s eyes widened as she instinctively reached out—

But she was too slow.

I firmly grasped the spear and lifted my head.

This whole situation was completely baffling.

But at this point, I had stopped expecting things to go smoothly.

“...I don’t know why you tried to stop me.”

I met Cheon Yeoul’s gaze and spoke evenly.

But for ten years, I had thought about this. I had trained. I had honed myself.

Nobody understood this choice better than I did.

“I’ll handle it myself.”

That’s all there is to it.

You two can focus on growing stronger.

Even without Regression, that part hasn’t changed.

Cheon Yeoul’s eyes wavered.

Her hands hovered in the air, then slowly dropped.

She lowered her gaze.

Her expression was strangely bittersweet.

It seemed like she wanted to say something.

But in the end—she remained silent.

“...I’m going.”

With that, the matter was settled.

I turned to leave—

But out of the corner of my eye, I caught Yu Hana’s expression.

She was standing there, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes locked on where I had just been.

Her cheeks were flushed, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She was breathing unevenly, clearly trying to suppress something.

And then, despite her efforts—

A bright, uncontainable smile spread across her face.

The way her cheeks burned red and her shaky breath slipped out...

There was something strangely sensual about it.

I turned away and pretended not to see it.

"There’s not a single normal person here."

That was my final conclusion.