The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 124

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 124
124. The Janitor
[Supreme-Grade Resilient Leather]
[Classification: Possession]
[Description: Durable, high-quality leather from a supreme-grade monster. Ideal for item crafting.]
[Seller: dontgo95]
[Asking Price: 2,000,000 won]
[Negotiation: Not Available]
[Chat: Not Available]
[Transaction Method: Courier Delivery]
Ryu Min smiled with satisfaction at the item Ju Sung-tak had posted.
It was fresh legendary material that had just gone up for sale.
‘So he killed the Round 8 boss, the Ogre, and brought back the loot.’
With plenty of human corpses around, he could have used corpse explosion to his heart’s content.
If he’d been alone, he obviously wouldn’t have succeeded, but regardless, killing the Ogre was fortunate for me.
‘Even a psychopathic killer can be useful sometimes.’
With that idle thought, I pressed the purchase button.
Since the phone belonged to someone else, the account was naturally not mine but Lost Yak’s.
I set the delivery address to Lost Yak’s Studio Apartment.
I smiled at Ju Sung-tak, who lay sprawled out staring only at his phone.
‘I’ll make good use of the legendary material you’ve gathered for me. In return, I’m sending you living expenses, so don’t feel slighted.’
With limbs missing in pairs, he wouldn’t be able to find work anywhere else.
The sales proceeds would undoubtedly go toward his living expenses.
‘With this, I just need to gather one more legendary material.’
As I was deliberating whether to craft a weapon or a necklace, my phone rang.
Not Lost Yak’s phone, but my own.
“Yeah.”
-Master. This is Kim Ye-dam.
“I know. Don’t use your real name—call yourself Yamtti.”
-Oh, yes.
“Calling me means you’ve finished what I asked, right?”
-Yes. I organized the Player Cafe membership list file as instructed and sent it by email just now.
“Got it. For now, lay low until I give you further instructions. Representative Lee Sung-hyun is searching for you with fire in his eyes.”
-Understood.
“Keep the Chairman under control so he doesn’t get any funny ideas.”
-Don’t worry.
“Hey, don’t try to act cute with me. How dare you flirt with your master. Tsk.”
-I-I’m sorry. I’ll correct that.
“Good. Keep up the work.”
After ending the call, I opened my email.
I had received an email from Yamtti.
[Player Cafe Kill List.xlsx]
‘Why did she save the file with such a reckless name? What was she thinking if someone found out?’
I decided I would give her a proper scolding later and opened the file.
A list of players who had joined Player Cafe scrolled across the screen.
[Nickname] [Real Name] [Level] [Join Date] [Occupation] [Crime] [Current Status]
MintChocLover / Park Sae-rom / Age 20 / April 11 / University Student / Accessory to Murder / Alive
GuYeonSeung / Gu Yeon-seung / Age 29 / April 5 / Actor / Murder / Alive
ChickenBeerTruth / Park Hyun-min / Age 28 / April 11 / Office Worker / Accessory to Murder, Rape / Alive
…
…
…
From their nicknames to their real names, occupations, and the crimes they’d confessed to during interviews.
Everything was organized with meticulous clarity.
Yamtti had worked at a company before, so she was skilled at this kind of administrative work.
‘There are this many pieces of garbage to deal with?’
The exact number was 1,031 people.
A number that made me sigh involuntarily.
‘I can’t run the Cafe alongside these kinds of people.’
The current Player Cafe was taking a different direction from before.
Interviews were conducted based solely on character, regardless of skill, and anyone with a criminal record was rejected without exception.
This was different from the past, when we accepted criminals indiscriminately.
While we were in the process of this overhaul, the existing members posed a problem.
‘I can’t forcibly expel people who’ve already joined.’
If I kicked them out by force, there was no telling what they might do on the outside.
It would be like releasing prisoners from jail back into society.
‘So the right approach is to create a list like this and systematically handle the existing members.’
To put it nicely, it was reorganization. To put it bluntly, it was a purge.
‘First, I should delegate the garbage disposal.’
Large-scale garbage disposal required a specialist, after all.
And I happened to have a garbage disposal expert in mind.
‘Should I go ask for their help?’
Ryu Min’s lips twisted into a smile.
* * *
A shabby warehouse.
Five players had gathered there, smoking cigarettes.
“Damn it. How did things come to this?”
“Tell me about it.”
Along with the smoke, laments and curses flowed naturally from their lips.
And for good reason—there was a flyer right in front of them.
A wanted poster with his face on it.
“Damn it, what kind of shitty photo did they put up?”
“I don’t look that ugly in real life.”
“Yeah, you do. You look exactly like that. Dead ringer.”
“Fuck off. Don’t you guys have mirrors at home? That’s like spitting on yourself while lying down, you moron.”
They laughed with snickers, but sighs kept slipping through.
They were laughing, but it was only to ease the tension.
Deep down, they all understood the gravity of the situation.
“With a wanted notice out on us, we can’t even move around freely. What the hell do we do?”
“I guess we’d have to get plastic surgery or something.”
“Plastic surgery won’t help—if they use a tracking skill, it’s only a matter of time before they catch us.”
“Yeah, right. That damn thing. I forgot about that.”
Cigarette smoke and sighs flowed from all five of their mouths as if on cue.
“That bastard Lee Sung-hyun, the congressman, proposed a bill. Said he’s creating an Anti-Player Organization.”
“Then with tracking skills, they’ll find us super easily, won’t they?”
“Looks like we’re about to become fugitives, damn it.”
“Fuck, if we change our names, could we maybe evade the tracking?”
How had they, as Players, become wanted criminals?
Lamenting over it, I realized there was only one cause.
“This is all because we joined the Cafe.”
“Yeah, because we committed murder there for the first time….”
Players change the world.
Many people joined because they liked that phrase, but nowhere would you find someone who joined to commit murder.
“Those bastards trapped us.”
That’s right. We fell into a trap.
If they hadn’t coerced us—not quite forced, but coerced—into committing murder, things wouldn’t have gotten this far.
“Hey, but honestly, it was fun back then, wasn’t it?”
“Hmm….”
“Heh heh, ah. Now that I think about it, really….”
Some of them wore expressions of rapture on their faces.
When they first heard that you had to kill someone to join the Cafe, they were all shocked.
What kind of cafe was this?
But the world operates entirely on power.
Players will survive, and ordinary people will be weeded out.
Currently, ordinary people are nothing more than livestock to Players.
Did they want to live lives of being looked down upon by such beings?
When they heard the logic that ordinary people needed to be shown the terror of Players, it started to make some sense.
Besides, after going through Round 4, they felt no resistance to killing.
And regardless, all of them had records with red lines drawn through them anyway.
“Still, I’d never actually committed murder or rape in reality before.”
“I feel the same way.”
“But honestly, it wasn’t so bad. Hehehehe.”
The other man chuckled in agreement, his lips curling upward.
Though they’d become fugitives, the memory of that first kill wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
In fact, he kept thinking back to that woman they’d gang-raped at the time.
Some of them even swayed their hips, as if recalling how much fun it had been.
“Wait, we’re not the only ones with a manhunt on us, right?”
“No way. Everyone who joined the Cafe either committed murder or was complicit in it, just like us.”
“Then we didn’t need to be so anxious about this?”
The five men found some comfort in that thought.
Knowing there were thousands of fellow conspirators in the same boat calmed their nerves.
If worst came to worst, they could report everyone to the police and sink the whole ship.
“That’s probably why the Cafe Chairman called us. He said he’d send us to another country.”
They’d all received the same text from the Player Cafe Chairman today.
[Dear Player. This is the Cafe Manager, the Chairman. The police have launched an investigation into the murder committed during the April 8th interview. I apologize, but you’ll need to flee to another country. Player Cafe will cover all related expenses. For details, please come to the location marked on the map by 11 PM…]
They couldn’t dismiss it as some idiot’s stupid prank.
The text had included a photo of the wanted poster.
And when they arrived at the designated location, the posters were scattered about as if on display.
That’s why all five of them were chain-smoking.
“Now I get it. If we reported him, the Chairman would be in trouble too, so he rushed to call us like this.”
“Damn, suddenly having to flee to another country.”
“So how are we supposed to get there? Did he arrange a smuggling boat?”
They’d been told not to bring luggage, so they hadn’t.
Everything had happened so suddenly there was no time to think about it anyway.
“Looks like I’m going to live abroad for the first time in my life.”
“I wanted to escape Hell Joseon anyway, so this works out, damn it.”
South Korea, which they’d cursed endlessly, now felt bittersweet as they prepared to leave.
“There’s no better country for criminals to live in than here…”
“That’s ancient history now, damn it. Because of National Assembly Member Lee Sung-hyun, all the Players are screwed.”
The Players lit fresh cigarettes and sighed heavily.
“But when is the Chairman coming?”
“Yeah. We’re almost at the promised time.”
“If the person who needs us most shows up last, what the hell? Damn it.”
“I’m tempted to just call the cops on him.”
That’s when their frustration reached its peak.
Screeeech—
The Warehouse door opened and a man emerged.
“Is that the Chairman?”
They didn’t know what the Chairman looked like, but they all thought the same thing.
He’d appeared at exactly the time they were supposed to gather at the Warehouse.
Boom—!
The man who closed the Warehouse door stared quietly at the Players.
He was a man with refined features, though his aura felt distinctly unsettling.
“Are you the Chairman?”
“….”
“Hey, is it true you’re sending us overseas?”
“….”
“And you’re covering all our living expenses abroad?”
“….”
“There’s really no problem with any of this, right?”
Each of them threw out questions, but all that came back was silence.
“Damn it, say something! This whole mess is because of you….”
“Trash blaming others.”
“What?”
“Fine. I’ll send you.”
The moment those words left his mouth, the Players witnessed it.
The man’s entire body instantly clad itself in armor.
A blade wreathed in black energy materialized in his grip.
Tssssss—
“I’ll send you. To Hell.”
Ma Gyeong-rok’s blade danced.
Limbs flew through the air with wet, tearing sounds.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Argh! You insane bastard!”
The scene erupted into screams and blood in an instant.
There was nowhere to run.
All five lost their limbs in mere seconds.
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you yet. Not until you cough up your items.”
Dark aura flowed from Ma Gyeong-rok’s blade like serpents.
“Devour them. Don’t kill them.”
At his command, the dark aura surged forward like a living thing, engulfing the Players.
Crunch—crunch—crunch—!
“Aaaahhhhhhh!”
A cruel smile twisted Ma Gyeong-rok’s lips.

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