The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player
Chapter 48: Bloodshed Chronicles (2)

“Hehehehe! Hahahaha!”

The Black Dragon Flame in his right hand reveled in the thrill of murder.

But it wasn’t just that; it was the [Rune of Absorption] he possessed that fueled his bloodlust.

“The more players I kill, the higher my stack grows. It’s like hitting the jackpot!”

The Rune of Absorption granted a stack every time the Black Dragon Flame took a life.

Once the stack reached its maximum capacity, a random stat would be bestowed upon him.

“I knew killing monsters would increase the stack, but I never expected it to rise from slaying players.”

With a swing of his axe, the Black Dragon Flame struck the shoulder of an unknown man.

“Gah…!”

“Die! Die! Die!”

He relentlessly struck the man, turning him into a lifeless corpse.

“Huff, the stacks seem to have increased considerably. Perhaps because he was of a higher level?”

Not all players granted the same number of stacks.

Depending on their level, some provided more, while others offered fewer stacks.

“Seems logical. If they’re around the same level as me and still grant this many stacks…”

For a moment, the Black Dragon Flame pondered the potential increase in stacks by killing the highest-leveled player, the one wielding the Black Scythe.

“Wouldn’t that fill the stack and grant me a stat?”

Though the possibility was high, he quickly dismissed the thought, shaking his head.

The chances of killing the Black Scythe were slim.

“Forget it. No need to invite trouble by provoking a giant. I’ll focus on hunting the weaklings instead.”

Swoosh!

His axe struck the back of another player’s head, their face unfamiliar.

“I apologize. There is no resentment within me.”

Swoosh! Swoosh!

With a few more strikes, it was a definite end.

The Black Dragon Flame’s axe swings carried a tinge of emotion.

“Hehe, it’s so liberating. Just what I needed after enduring all that stress.”

In truth, the stress he had experienced went far beyond this moment.

In the previous round, he had been manipulated by Jo Joong-sik, and forced into meaningless escort missions.

“That damn gangster hindered my hunting progress as well.”

The Black Dragon Flame was a skilled player, ranked third in the area.

The memory of missing out on ranking rewards due to Jo Joong-sik still made his blood boil.

“But I’m fortunate. This round is tailored to suit me.”

While others gained no advantage from killing players, he did.

By accumulating stats, he could grow stronger.

“Now’s the perfect time to make up for the lack of growth in the previous round.”

Despite being level 10 and a warrior by job, he knew it wasn’t enough.

“Did you really think I would fall behind? As the third-ranked player in the area, I have my pride.”

The thought of taking lives bothered him slightly, but what difference did it make?

After all, they were just continually resurrecting in the game.

“In the end, they keep coming back to life. If I think of it as a game, it becomes easier.”

The Black Dragon Flame didn’t consider it murder.

To him, it was simply a well-crafted virtual reality game, and the figures before him were nothing more than fragments of data.

With that change in perspective, the act of killing others no longer carried the same unease.

The unpleasant sensation he felt when he committed his first murder seemed to fade away.

“How many have I killed already? The more I slay, the higher my chances of climbing the rankings.”

The Black Dragon Flame chuckled with delight.

His prey continued to resurrect.

For him, there couldn’t be a more ideal hunting ground.

With anticipation, he scanned the area for his next target.

He spotted players engaged in frenzied battles, their surroundings splattered with blood.

“Shall I pay them a visit this time? Hehe.”

They were nothing more than insignificant prey compared to his own skills.

As the Black Dragon Flame was about to move on, he suddenly froze in place.

Right in front of him, he came face-to-face with a formidable beast.

A reaper wielding a large scythe.

“Huh? The Black Scythe?”

In an instant, darkness enveloped his surroundings.

“What’s going on? Why did the lights go out all of a sudden?”

Voices of confusion echoed around, but none were as bewildered as the Black Dragon Flame himself.

Faintly, he could see the outline of the Black Reaper’s massive scythe.

“What… What’s happening? Why is the scythe transparent?”

But there was an even more surprising development.

The scythe suddenly lunged at him with explosive speed.

“Gasp! Wha- What!”

Was this what it felt like when a lion suddenly charged toward a deer?

His entire body stiffened in response to the unimaginable speed.

Though he tried to defend himself with his axe, something was amiss.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, the world spun around him.

He saw his headless body.

“Ah, I’m dead.”

Could it be because his weapon is transparent?

He couldn’t even see it when it struck him.

“I should have avoided the Black Scythe… It’s too…”

With that thought, his consciousness faded away.

***

“Die!”

“You die, you son of a b****!”

Amidst the clamor of shouts and screams in the fierce battle, Hwang Yongmin still couldn’t shake off his disbelief.

“People are resurrecting for real.”

Just a while ago, he had witnessed a woman being stabbed by a sword and then coming back to life.

“They really do resurrect in just ten minutes?”

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Though he hadn’t realized he died himself.

“Hehe, this is perfect, perfect. It’s a chance for revenge against those bastards who turned their backs on me.”

They had all vowed to kill each other; that was the plan. Hwang Yongmin maneuvered through the crowd.

“Where are you, Kim Seung-han? Where are you?”

Finding a friend among thousands of people was no easy task.

“There you are, hehe.”

It really wasn’t an impossible feat.

With a delighted expression, Hwang Yongmin shouted. Read Web Novels Online Free - NovelFire Novel Fire - novelfire.net

“Seunghan!”

He even waved his hand, but his voice was drowned out by the surrounding noise.

Looking at his friend, he seemed to be on high alert, his eyes darting around anxiously.

“Heh, what a coward. Look at him, all scared because of some stat penalties.”

Hwang Yongmin sneaked up behind him, intending to give him a surprise.

“Hey! Kim Seung-han!”

When he called out from close range, the guy turned around in astonishment.

“Good to see you, you piece of s***!”

Without hesitation, he jabbed his fist straight into the guy’s face.

“Ugh!”

Blood splattered as the guy staggered.

Hwang Yongmin followed up with a barrage of punches, striking his face repeatedly.

He straddled the fallen guy, suppressing his movements.

“Kim Seung-han, you son of a b****. You think you can kill me?”

Whack!

“Ugh.”

“How about I kill you once? Huh?”

He focused his punches on the guy’s face, hitting with intensity.

Whack! Whack!

He kept punching him in the face until it became a bloody mess and the movements ceased.

“Haah, it feels good now.”

Hwang Yongmin stood up and surveyed his surroundings.

“Now, where are the other bastards?”

There were still many friends to kill.

The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 48: Bloodshed Chronicles (2)

The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player
Chapter 48: Bloodshed Chronicles (2)