The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player -
Chapter 154: Start of Round 10 (2)
Despite the uproar about the eradication of KF, time continued to pass.
October 1st, midnight.
Approximately 2,700 players had gathered.
These were the last remaining players in South Korea.
‘After today, only 25% of them will survive.’
It was a dire situation, but even Ryu Min couldn’t change the system’s laws.
‘If I can’t save everyone, I’d better save those who can be useful to me.’
Those useful individuals approached Ryu Min.
Min Juri, Ma Kyung-rok, An Sang-cheol, Seo Arin, Heo Taeseok, Jo Yong-ho, and Yamti were among them.
“Black Scythe, uh…?”
As they found each other in search of Black Scythe, they exchanged wary glances.
-Why are there so many people here?
-Did everyone come to talk to Black Scythe?
-Why are they sticking to Black Scythe? Hoping to get some scraps?
Although they harbored negative feelings towards each other, no one showed it openly.
It was not the place to show an unsightly side in front of an absolute figure like Black Scythe.
“Hello, Black Scythe.”
“Hello.”
“Hello…”
While they rushed to greet him, Ryu Min did not respond to anyone.
These were all indispensable forces for Ryu Min.
Therefore, he asked everyone.
“What brings you all to me?”
“Ah. Who should speak first?”
“I heard that you annihilated KF.”
Min Juri was the first to ask.
“I wanted to verify if it’s true.”
“It is.”
With a straightforward acknowledgment, everyone looked at him in amazement.
“Really, you destroyed KF…”
“Truly, Black Scythe… You are indeed the deputy commander of the CPF.”
“Going to another country and working towards world peace, I’m impressed!”
The usually shy Heo Taeseok suddenly spoke exaggeratedly.
Reading his thoughts, it seemed like an attempt to draw attention.
“Got something to say to me?”
“Ah, yes, exactly, Black Scythe.”
“Answer the question.”
“Ah, it’s not something I should share here, but I wanted to inform you that I’ve started a cult.”
“A cult?”
“Whom does it worship…”
Slowly spreading his arms, Heo Taeseok then dramatically pointed at one person.
None other than Ryu Min.
“A cult that venerates Black Scythe as a god!”
“I’m not a god, though.”
“That’s up to people to decide. In our Death God Cult, Black Scythe is a god!”
“Death God Cult?”
The name was somewhat cringeworthy, but Heo Taeseok appeared quite proud of it.
“Yes! Isn’t it cool? Death God Cult! We’ve already gathered six followers. Of course, I’m the high priest. Here is Archbishop Eom Jun-seok.”
“Hmm…”
Eom Jun-seok, who appeared out of nowhere next to Heo Tae-seok, seemed embarrassed by his title, unable to raise his head.
“If anyone is interested, please join our Death God Cult. We welcome anyone who loves Black Scythe with open arms!”
In the midst of this unexpected event, Ryu Min was about to say something but stopped.
Some players seemed interested, after all.
‘Min Juri, Seo Arin, Yamti… and even Jo Yong-ho?’
Although they did not show it, they seemed eager to join the Death God cult.
That was when.
“Ah! There they are!”
Another group had arrived in search of Black Scythe.
“Commander!”
These were CPF squad members Ryu Min had seen in reality.
Of course, their customized faces were different, but he recognized them by their nicknames.
“You guys.”
“Commander, we’re disappointed! You went to Nigeria alone!”
“If you were going to hunt down those KF vermin, you should’ve taken us too!”
Their tone was playful, but Ryu Min responded seriously.
“You need to protect Korea. Where are you planning to go?”
“Please share some of the glorious stories of taking down KF with us.”
“Hey, do you think it was that easy? There are hundreds of suspected KF players.”
“That’s right. You’d just be in the way if you’re not up to my level.”
“Bullshit. You’re not even as skilled as I am.”
“Hey, I’ve dealt with more criminals than you have.”
“That’s a different matter.”
“Everyone stop. None of us can handle hundreds of KF members. It’s impossible without the commander.”
“That’s true.”
Nodding in agreement, the squad members’ conversation continued while Ryu Min secretly sighed.
‘How did it get so busy around here?’
In the previous regressions, he had been a loner, surviving and acting solely for his own benefit.
Yet now, suddenly, there were so many people around him.
‘It won’t be like before when we ran out of manpower and everyone disappeared.’
Of course, that’s assuming he successfully leads the people around him through the 20 rounds ahead.
Just then, a being with wings unfolded in the sky appeared.
[Hello, humans? I’m the angel Nel, in charge of guiding you in the 10th round. I’ll explain the round to you, so please pay attention. You wouldn’t want your heads to explode, would you?]
With a creepy statement, the angel smiled and addressed everyone.
[First, congratulations on reaching the 10th round. It’s heartwarming that you’ve made it this far. Impressive! But today, it would be wise to shed any arrogance. Only a quarter will survive this tough round.]
“What? Only a quarter?”
“Uh…”
The players were visibly frightened as Nel smirked.
[Scared, are we? Well, let’s look at the next round’s details then.]
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