[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-re-tales-of-the-rune-tech-sage":3,"chapter-re-tales-of-the-rune-tech-sage-re-tales-of-the-rune-tech-sage-chapter-120":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},148033,246,"Chapter 119: Regrets","re-tales-of-the-rune-tech-sage-chapter-120",120,"\u003Cp>CH119 Regrets\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Udara’s presence shifted in an instant—from that of a hidden blade to a full-blown predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She darted forward, in-stepping into Alex’s zone with such precision and speed that he barely had time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fist shot out, laced with fatal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex barely managed to raise his guard in time, deflecting the punch by a hair’s breadth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum of her punch flowed seamlessly into a close-quarters grapple. Before Alex could blink, his feet were off the ground—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the mat hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay there for a second, blinking up at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mesmerised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Her fighting style... it’s—beautiful.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Alex’s old MMA trainer had broken the art into three core disciplines: Striking, Throwing, and Grappling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the professional level, most fighters had a solid foundation in all three. The real difference between a good fighter and a champion, his trainer would say, was fluidity—the ability to switch between them instinctively, seamlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that brief exchange...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Udara had demonstrated exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her style was unfamiliar, alien to the MMA Alex knew—but the way she flowed between forms, the timing of her transitions, her control of rhythm...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was on par with the champion-level fighters his trainer used to idolise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thrill sparked in his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Furor side stirred, roused by the challenge, shaking off the calm suppression of his Auramir half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t say a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood and resumed the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so the spar continued—through the night and well into the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex had his Everspring Rune fuelling his energy regeneration and recovery, but even so, Udara’s natural recovery wasn’t far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t long before Alex realised—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A natural-born combat genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike him, her talents had been sharpened through rigorous and focused training. She had fused her raw, beastlike instincts with precise technique, executing moves with the grace of a master and the brutality of a predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t just strong—she was danger personified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a mature, polished combat machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with a sparring partner like her, Alex’s own skills evolved at a staggering pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, there was one major downside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt like hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—! Shatter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex wasn’t the only one replaying the events of the meeting in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere—in a richly adorned chamber in Ashen Castle, a far cry from Alex’s modest Back Mountain lodging—Kurt was livid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A priceless vase shattered against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How dare he...? How dare he!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kurt’s face contorted with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been outshone, outmanoeuvred, outplayed—utterly humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex hadn’t treated him like a rival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even like an obstacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had treated him like a nuisance—a meaningless inconvenience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, a means to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At worst... A fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nuisance to be swatted at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kurt clenched his fists, trembling. His pride, his dignity... everything—trampled on in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fury reignited as he recalled the look in Alex’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dismissal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a snarl, he grabbed the nearest object and smashed it against the marble floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far from the scene of destruction, huddled in a corner and wishing she could melt into the walls, was Kurt’s attending maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She trembled, knowing full well she would bear the brunt of his fury before the night was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should have been a prestigious position—serving as the attending maid of the man widely expected to become the heir to a noble house like the Fury family—had turned into a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cruel, suffocating nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had given her body willingly to the young master, believing that it was a worthwhile trade. After all, he was her first—and she, his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or so she believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, everything seemed perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kurt basked in praise and flattery, and by extension, she too gained a measure of status among the household servants. Her position was envied. She thought herself special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought she’d earned something more than passing favour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that illusion shattered swiftly and violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything changed once the Master’s second wife, Joselin Holt—Kurt’s mother—began bringing other women to her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many other women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ensured he would not become beholden to any one woman. To him, they were all playthings—disposable, useful only for his pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joselin taught her son that to indulge was a privilege of power, and to care was a weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, everything soured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What once were gentle moments shared behind closed doors became brutal and humiliating encounters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse than the pain was the growing emptiness—the slow death of hope, of dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even that wasn’t the worst of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly broke her was the violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Kurt was displeased—whenever something didn’t go his way—he would lash out at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And lately, he was displeased far too often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all started about a month ago...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When word spread of the return of the first young master—Alex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, everyone believed Alex would fade into obscurity. Kurt had long since taken the spotlight, earning praise and solidifying his presence within the Fury household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in less than a month, everything had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alex had made his presence felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong. Steady. Quietly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumours were everywhere—whispers of the Lord’s growing favour, of the household soldiers shifting allegiance, of vassals and retainers re-evaluating their loyalties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comparisons grew frequent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And inevitably, Kurt’s mood soured further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More outbursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More beatings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of it fell on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all she wanted was to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To escape this gilded hellhole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grand double doors to the room burst open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joselin Holt entered with quiet elegance and terrifying grace—the Second Mistress of the Fury Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid scrambled to her feet in perfect poise, spine straight, head lowered in deference. Every trace of fear was erased from her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any sign of weakness—any hint that might reflect poorly on Kurt—would be considered a transgression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Joselin Holt did not tolerate transgressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave us,\" Joselin said, her tone smooth but commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like being granted amnesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rushed out, heart pounding, not forgetting to shut the doors tightly behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And lock them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**\u003C\u002Fp>",1025,"2026-05-29T03:49:10.136Z","2026-06-01T04:29:07.188Z",1,"novelbin.me","55d40a6cbcbada9d19d3d588a059a0cdacdf9d6f584e9646aa0d02ee288a900e","re-tales-of-the-rune-tech-sage-chapter-121","re-tales-of-the-rune-tech-sage-chapter-119",692,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fre-tales-of-the-rune-tech-sage-cover.jpg"]