The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 147

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 147
147. Boko Haram
“Heh heh, what fresh girls came in today, I wonder?”
Montai, a member of the Mob Organization, felt his best when going to collect merchandise.
There was the anticipation of meeting new faces every day, but most of all, he relished the fact that he could assault them first.
“This is why I can’t quit the organization work. It suits me perfectly, doesn’t it?”
The joy of selecting new women every day to do as he pleased made him forget that he was a monster.
“Anyway, he must have been in quite a hurry. Even that picky bastard is handing over the merchandise at a 20% discount.”
“That’s right. Maybe he got shot in the head or something.”
Well, it didn’t matter.
Before transporting the merchandise, he would select a girl he wanted, assault her, and bring her to the organization—that was all.
“Boss, we’re here. Let’s go in.”
“Yeah, alright.”
Samir, his subordinate who came along as backup, asked with a grin.
“Will you be taking your usual cut today?”
“Of course. When have you ever seen me skip?”
“The merchandise is three women and one man, right?”
“Yeah. We’ll tie up the man real tight, and we each pick one of the women. Obviously I go first, you know that, right?”
“Of course. When have I ever not yielded to you, boss?”
“That’s right, thanks, you bastard. Hehehehe.”
The two men, grinning wickedly, slung their assault rifles over their shoulders and entered the human trafficking den.
“Huh? Where did everyone go? We have guests but no one’s coming to greet us?”
“There’s not even a single guard here?”
Maybe they went to the restroom?
Thinking nothing of it, they trudged forward.
“Huh? What’s that?”
They spotted someone standing in the middle of the compound.
It was an East Asian with bronze-toned skin.
“What the hell is that guy?”
Before they could even ask, Ryu Min summoned a scythe.
The two men immediately aimed their assault rifles and tensed.
“That, that monkey bastard is a Player!”
“Damn it, no wonder it was so quiet… Did that bastard do this to us?”
There was no way an East Asian could be part of the organization.
It could only mean the human trafficking den had been hit.
“Kill him!”
Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!
With a sound that tore at the eardrums, muzzle flashes erupted.
Ryu Min, unable to mount any defense, simply collapsed under the hail of bullets.
“What the hell happened?”
“Did you take care of it?”
That’s when a voice came from behind the two of them.
“Tsk tsk, what if they chant a resurrection spell?”
“…!”
The moment they spun around in shock, they saw it.
The East Asian man who’d been riddling them with bullets moments ago standing there like a ghost.
And some East Asian woman staring at them.
The Mob Organization member who’d been about to aim his gun immediately let his arm drop.
“Did you take control of them?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. It was worth drawing their attention.”
The clone that had been serving as a bullet sponge had vanished without a trace.
Soon after Ryu Min gestured, Yamtti questioned the Mob Organization members.
“Tell us what your organization does.”
“For men, we extract organs for organ trafficking, and the leftover bodies are used as human meat. For women, eight organization members take turns raping them, forcing them to become pregnant, and then we sell the babies….”
“S-stop talking!”
At Yamtti’s command, the Mob Organization members fell silent.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… I can’t listen anymore.”
Yamtti turned away, looking as though she was about to retch just from hearing it.
Ryu Min, giving her a moment to compose herself, issued his command.
“Let’s use these bastards to infiltrate the organization.”
“Yes, understood. I apologize for interrupting, Master.”
“It’s fine. I understand.”
“Th-thank you. I’m so fortunate to have found a master as magnanimous as the sea. I’ll serve you faithfully for life.”
“That’s only natural.”
I believed it.
If I kept climbing by hunting down these organizations, I’d eventually reach IS.
After all, these bastards were organizations spawned from IS.
* * *
Medical facilities in Northern Nigeria are deplorable.
The reality is there simply aren’t enough doctors.
Each state had only two or three proper physicians, which said everything.
Perhaps that’s why.
Someone from Lagos in Southern Nigeria like myself had been dragged all the way to the distant north and was now posing as a medic.
“All done.”
Victor Zafarile, who’d treated the knife wound using his First Aid skill, looked at his patient.
A Mob Organization member armed with an ordinary rifle.
If I were a Player, I could kill him and escape.
‘But that’s where the problem lies.’
Boko Haram—an organization that swore allegiance to IS.
I have no idea where this organization’s headquarters is, scattered like branches in all directions.
But I know that countless people besides myself have been brought here and imprisoned.
Especially children—all of them were students from a High School in a remote Village in Zamfara State Kaya.
I don’t know why they were kidnapped, but as a medical professional, I couldn’t bring myself to abandon them and flee.
I’ve grown attached to them after spending time together.
So why not just kill all the organization members and escape with them?
‘I wish I could do that.’
But Boko Haram isn’t just filled with ordinary people.
I’ve learned that there are as many Players as there are civilians.
Just the forces here alone have thirty Players guarding every direction.
That’s why Victor hasn’t been able to escape all this time.
“Hey, Victor. What are you thinking so hard about?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.”
“You look spaced out. Are you getting too comfortable with life here? Huh? Do you think we’re being soft on you because we call you a doctor? Is that it?”
“N-no, that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
Victor waved his hands dismissively, his expression troubled, swallowing curses under his breath.
‘This pathetic bastard…’
I could only endure it.
Just from what I could detect with Presence Detection, there were five Players nearby, and using Surrounding Search revealed dozens of points scattered around.
Above all, as I mentioned before, I couldn’t abandon the children and people who were kidnapped with me and flee alone.
“Watch yourself, doctor. Now that you’re not the only one, any Player can receive emergency treatment.”
“….”
“So you must be curious about something. If treatment is possible, why do they keep you alive? What do you think?”
“W-well, I’m not sure…?”
“What else? We’re keeping you alive because of the bond we’ve built.”
Victor nearly let out a scoff.
‘A bond? That’s hilarious. These beasts are worse than animals.’
Victor, who had been held captive by IS for a full year, knew the truth.
He knew what atrocities these creatures committed against the people they kidnapped.
‘They say they’re keeping me alive because of our bond? That’s nonsense. They’re keeping me alive because of my abilities.’
They knew his class was Alchemist.
He hadn’t revealed it intentionally—he’d been caught using a Healing Potion to save a dying woman.
After that, these creatures relentlessly interrogated him about his Runes, skills, and abilities, ordering him to craft potions every single day.
He had no idea what they did with those potions.
They were probably either selling them on the black market to line their pockets or stockpiling them for their own use.
‘At least I managed to lie and say I can only make one per day and the type is random. If I hadn’t, they might have flooded the market with potions…’
So the bond excuse was complete nonsense.
The real reason they didn’t kill me was because I was an Alchemist.
One cannot slit open the belly of the goose that lays golden eggs, can one?
“In any case, conduct yourself properly. Unless you want to be buried.”
“Y-yes… I’ll keep that in mind.”
The Mob Organization member let out a snort of derision before leaving with his colleagues.
To think a Player would be looked down upon by ordinary Mob Organization members.
Victor Zafarile heaved an inward sigh.
“Sir, are you alright?”
“Ah, Ricky. How long have you been watching?”
“From the beginning.”
Victor Zafarile adored the children as much as they adored him.
Ricky was the one who followed him most closely among them.
He spoke to Victor and played pranks on him at all hours.
‘By now, I felt anxious whenever Ricky wasn’t in sight.’
Victor Zafarile shook his head slowly before asking carefully.
“Do you like living here, Ricky?”
“How could I? It’s too dirty and boring here. And those men with guns scare me.”
Upon hearing those words, Victor Zafarile cautiously checked his surroundings.
Only after confirming that his detection skills picked up no one and no one was visible in his field of view did he speak again.
“Then, hypothetically speaking—what if I asked you to leave with me? Would you follow?”
“Yes! I like you, sir. I’ll follow you!”
“Shh, you have to speak quietly. If someone hears, I’ll get scolded like before.”
“Oh, okay. Shhhh….”
The sight of Ricky covering his small mouth with his palm brought a smile to Victor Zafarile’s face.
But it was short-lived.
Victor Zafarile’s expression hardened at Ricky’s next question.
“Sir, are you leaving here?”
“Huh? It’s not exactly like that….”
“If you’re leaving, can’t the other kids come too, not just me? They all hate being here.”
“….”
“Huh? Why aren’t you answering? Can’t we all go together?”
Victor Zafarile couldn’t bring himself to answer.
‘If I had my way, I would. If I had my way….’
But he had no confidence in escaping undetected with the ten children here.
‘Sigh, escape. It’s like a dream.’
Here he was worrying about reality when he might not even survive the next round.
‘Neither reality nor the Other World offers any escape from hell.’
He simply wanted to go home.
He wanted to return to Lagos, his hometown.
Several times a day, he thought of his parents and younger sister.
‘Given her age, my younger sister must have become a Player too… I wonder what happened to her? Did she survive as well as I did through the ninth round?’
I was kidnapped before I could awaken, so there’s no way I could know what’s happening outside.
‘If I at least knew their nickname, I could search for them in the Other World….’
Couldn’t I ask for help to rescue myself?
Victor Zafarile let out a self-deprecating laugh at such a thought.
‘I don’t even know where this place is, so how could I ask for help….’
In the current situation, salvation was a luxury.
After a year of being used as a tool, anyone would say the same thing.
Clang—clang—clang!
Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out from the Clearing.
It was the sound summoning the kidnapped people.
“Let’s go.”
“Yeah!”
Victor Zafarile and Ricky began to move.
Many people were already gathered in the Clearing.
Ten children, fifteen adults, and fifty remaining Boko Haram members.
Thirty of those fifty were Players.
Among the adults, Victor Zafarile was the only Player.
‘There’s no way I could escape.’
Having abandoned the idea of escape long ago, Victor Zafarile was simply curious about why he’d been summoned.
“Is everyone here?”
Abubakar, the leader of Boko Haram, swept his fierce gaze across the crowd before fixing it on Victor Zafarile.
“Victor Zafarile.”
“Yes….”
“You’ve worked hard deceiving me all this time, haven’t you?”
“What?”
Victor Zafarile felt a pang of guilt but forced a bewildered expression to hide it.
“I’m not sure what you mean….”
“Those potions you make. They don’t come out randomly, do they? And your cooldown is shorter than twenty-four hours too.”
“….”
Silence was as good as confirmation.
To deceive your opponent, you had to say something.
But Victor Zafarile was too flustered to remember that fact.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I told you the truth….”
“Did you think you were the only alchemist in this world?”
“….”
“During the process of distributing potions, I discovered that another alchemist exists. After interrogating that bastard, I found out that you’ve been deceiving us.”
“….”
“How does it feel? You fell right into the trap, didn’t you? The fact that you can’t speak means it’s true.”
Victor Zafarile cursed inwardly.
Why hadn’t he thought of the possibility that another alchemist existed?
‘I was arrogant. I thought I could get away with lies….’
But Victor Zafarile didn’t know.
It had all been a test to see if he was lying.
He only learned that fact when Victor Zafarile admitted it himself.
“Why did you lie?”
“I’m, I’m sorry….”
“Hehehehe, sorry? Hehehehehehe!”
The Boss and the Mob Organization members burst into laughter.
Victor Zafarile, not understanding why they were laughing, finally grasped it from the Boss’s words.
That he’d been foolishly deceived.
“I thought a doctor would be pretty sharp, but this is just pure stupidity? Hehehehehehe, falling for such a simple trick. Hehehehe!”
“….”
Abubakar, who had been roaring with laughter, suddenly stopped.
The Mob Organization members followed suit, closing their mouths and growing serious.
A terrifying silence descended.
“Victor Zafarile.”
“….”
“You dared to deceive me, didn’t you? Hehe, you must have had fun. Mocking that stupid Boss bastard who fell for your lies? Hehe, fine. I’ll admit it. I was stupid. But here’s the thing.”
Abubakar’s fierce gaze turned toward the children.
“I’m not the type to let things go.”
At the Boss’s signal, one of the Mob Organization members grabbed Ricky and dragged him over.
“Why, why are you doing this! Let go, let me go!”
“Ricky!”
“That little brat is very close to you, isn’t he?”
Watching Abubakar laugh with a sinister edge, Victor Zafarile felt extreme dread.
And in that brief moment, he regretted it.
That the two of them hadn’t escaped.
“What are you trying to do, getting friendly with a kid? Is this a daycare?”
“P-please don’t do this. I’m sorry for lying.”
“No, that’s not why I’m doing this.”
Whoosh—
A dagger appeared in Abubakar’s hand.
He, a level 40 Assassin Player, took a stance as if to throw the dagger.
“I’m taking payment for your mistake. That kid’s death is your fault.”
“Ah, mister!”
“P-please stop…!”
The dagger left its master’s hand in an instant.
There was no time to block it.
No matter how much of a Player Victor Zafarile was, there was no way to save Ricky from twenty meters away.
He thought he couldn’t save him.
Ting—!
Until someone appeared, deflecting the dagger with a sharp metallic ring.
Whoosh—
As Abubakar’s eyes widened in shock, a figure materialized before Ricky.
Someone clad in a white mask, wielding a scythe.

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