The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 151

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return Episode 151
151. Reunion
I activated Moonlight Island and unleashed it in rapid succession.
With each swing, fifty players turned to dust and vanished.
After five strikes that swept away half their forces, I wielded the Fallen God’s Sickle.
Screeeech—!
The barbed sickle, now expanded like a giant’s grip, swept through everything without exception.
Since it was night, I reaped the benefits of increased attack speed and Moonlight Island damage without even activating skills.
It was one-sided.
Not wearing equipment made it even easier.
For Ryu Min, this was like walking through a bonus round.
“….”
“….”
Victor and Yamtti, watching the massacre unfold in real time, couldn’t utter a word.
They felt no pity, nor did they rejoice.
They simply waited for the situation to end, observing it as one would an unstoppable natural phenomenon.
Just as I was nearly finished.
A welcome notification appeared before Ryu Min’s eyes.
[Confirmed: You are a player who has killed 1,000 players.]
[You have acquired the title ‘Slaughterer’.]
Behind the mask, my lips curved upward slightly.
It was the title I had been waiting for.
[Title – Slaughterer]
-Acquisition Condition: Obtained upon killing 1,000 players.
-Effect: Damage dealt to players increased by 50%. All players who witness a kill receive the abnormal status ‘Fear’ for 3 seconds.
Combined with the Player Cafe members I had killed before and those I killed this time, I reached 1,000.
Thus, a title emerged that left no room for concern in player-versus-player combat.
‘Increased damage makes killing easier, and after each kill, I spread fear to those nearby.’
As expected.
With fifty test subjects right before me, I immediately killed one with my sickle.
Crack—
The moment one fell, the others who witnessed it froze like toys with dead batteries.
They had lost all will to fight and couldn’t move from sheer terror.
The Fear status was working perfectly.
‘Though the duration of fear is only 3 seconds.’
It seemed short, but it was far from short.
Not if it kept reapplying.
Crack—! Crack—!
As I killed another, fear took hold once more and the timer reset.
Kill and reset, kill and reset.
While Ryu Min slaughtered them, the rest trembled in place, unable to move.
It was because the abnormal status of fear continued to apply.
‘This is why it’s called a broken title in one-on-one combat, especially against multiple opponents.’
The downside was that it only worked on Players, so its utility wasn’t particularly high.
‘Still, it’s better than nothing.’
In the early days, I didn’t even know such a title existed.
I only discovered its existence later because of Ma Gyeong-rok and Ju Sung-tak.
‘Every time I watched those bastards slaughter Players and saw them succumb to fear, I thought there must be something to it.’
After that, I killed IS and only later learned the exact details about the title.
‘But if someone saw this, they’d probably say: those guys aren’t even murder-crazed maniacs, so where would they ever kill 1,000 people?’
It happens.
Specifically in Round 11.
When the nations unify and the number of Players increases, Ma Gyeong-rok and Ju Sung-tak commit a massacre.
They indiscriminately kill Players from other countries.
All for the sake of obtaining those damned Points.
‘I’m sure they’ll obtain the Slayer title through that process this time too.’
It doesn’t matter if someone else obtains the Slayer title.
However, I hated the idea of my opponent gaining the power to stand against me.
‘Being afflicted with fear is unpleasant too.’
Of course, even if it took 3 seconds, my high resistance would break it in just 0.3 seconds.
But the fact that such a thing could affect me at all was irritating.
Above all, if that many people died, the survivor quota for subsequent rounds would decrease.
That’s why I wanted to deprive those two of the opportunity to obtain the title.
‘The Slayer title should only be mine.’
If I just do what I did in the previous cycle, there shouldn’t be any problems.
Though there’s still some time before Round 11 arrives.
Whoosh—click!
I retracted my extended scythe to its original state and unequipped my gear.
There were no more standing enemies.
‘They reek like garbage.’
When I lifted my head, countless corpses formed hills across the landscape.
Half of them had suffered damage so severe that not even flesh remained—they’d simply vanished.
A battle of approximately 500 to 1.
From the numbers alone, there was no fairness to be found, and the result was an overwhelming victory for the 1.
I wrinkled my nose and used Trace Erasure to eliminate the corpses.
With so many of them, even erasing them was tedious.
After a while, once the gruesome scene had been cleanly cleared, I turned my gaze to the side.
Items that the dead had willingly dropped lay scattered everywhere.
‘Thank goodness my inventory has unlimited storage. I can monopolize all these items.’
Starting from the human trafficking ring in Nigeria, I traced my way up to find IS and rescue the Alchemist.
I dominated Al-Baghdadi and used him to force items out of him.
Then I killed the unarmed players to fill the count to 1,000 and even obtained a title.
Everything had gone according to plan.
‘Now all that remains is to win over the Alchemist’s heart.’
When I turned my gaze, I saw Victor and Yamtti emerging from the building.
Victor, whose spirit had been shattered by witnessing the massacre of hundreds, soon regained his composure and asked me a question.
“Is it all over…?”
“I’ve dealt with the vermin that were here for now. Though there is still one pest remaining.”
My gaze turned toward Al-Baghdadi.
Now Yamtti’s puppet, he simply stood in a stiff, wooden posture as instructed to wait quietly.
“To make the leader of IS betray… How on earth did you manage it?”
“It’s thanks to that player called Yamtti’s ability. She has the power to dominate minds and control them like marionettes.”
“Ah….”
Such a terrifying woman had been right beside him all along.
Victor felt a chill run down his spine, and his expression shifted to one of concern.
He wondered if he too might be controlled in the same way.
I laughed beneath my mask, having read his thoughts.
“Don’t worry. The ability doesn’t work on players. There are many restrictions on it as well.”
“Ah… I, I see.”
It was a lie, but Victor believed it readily enough.
The only person he could trust right now was Black Scythe, his lifesaver.
“I’m truly grateful, Black Scythe. When you said you’d stand against IS, I honestly wasn’t sure it was possible, but to see it realized like this… There’s hope now that I didn’t have when I was held captive by IS. It’s all thanks to you.”
“It’s nothing to thank me for.”
I had certainly succeeded in earning Victor’s favor.
Reading his thoughts, I could see them filled with awe and gratitude.
‘But… Victor no longer has the will to fight.’
Because I could read Victor’s heart, I understood it.
Like an old man wanting to retire and return to his homeland to spend his remaining years in peace, Victor wanted to let go of everything.
‘Victor must come with me until round 20. But with such a weak resolve, he’ll never be able to endure it.’
It was a problem.
But I already knew the answer.
This was the reason I had remained silent.
“What will you do with that IS leader now? Will you kill him immediately?”
“I can’t do that. IS hasn’t been completely eradicated yet.”
“Then….”
“I’ll use him until the very end and then kill him. I’ll use him to gather the remaining forces and put an end to the pest extermination. Don’t worry. IS will disappear into history.”
“Ah… Then that’s a relief. Your work is truly thorough. Oh!”
Victor, who had smiled, suddenly opened his inventory.
“Please take this.”
“Isn’t that the potion you were trying to give me earlier?”
“Yes. I’ve collected the potions I’ve made by type. I’d be grateful if you’d accept them as a token of my sincerity.”
Unable to refuse twice, Ryu Min accepted the potions.
“Thank you. I’ll put them to good use.”
Looking at the items he’d received, there were healing potions, stat potions, resistance potions, and more—quite a variety.
‘Are these the potions a level 40 alchemist can create?’
They weren’t legendary grade, but they were still useful at this level.
“It’s not enough to repay your life, but whenever you need potions, please come to me. Ah, my address is….”
Victor smiled faintly after giving me his address.
Now it was time to part ways.
“Don’t feel burdened—please visit me. I’ll provide potions to Black Scythe at no cost. That goes for meeting in the Other World as well as reality. Of course, that’s only if I manage to survive the next round….”
“Thank you.”
“Then I’ll be going now. I want to see Ricky and the children soon. And my family too.”
“Please do. You can take one of the trucks over there.”
“Thank you. Black Scythe and Yamtti, please be careful as well. I owe you greatly.”
I waved my hand and let Victor go without hesitation.
Once he’d gotten some distance away, Yamtti asked.
“Is that how you’re letting the alchemist go, Master?”
“Yes. He promised to provide me with potions whenever I need them.”
“So you’ve achieved your objective?”
“No.”
I shook my head, watching Victor’s retreating figure.
“What I want is to bring Victor through to round 20. But Victor has no intention of doing that right now. He’s exhausted. He’s already achieved his goal of seeing his family before death. He’s reached a state where he doesn’t care what happens to the rest of his life.”
Facing round 20 with a player who lacked even the will to survive?
It was impossible.
And it didn’t sit right with me either.
“So what will you do now?”
“What else? I need to change the alchemist’s mind.”
Vroom—
Watching the truck start up and drive away, I gave Yamtti an order.
“Tell Al-Baghdadi to guide the alchemist to where he’s hidden his potions. In the meantime, I’ll….”
I removed my mask as I spoke.
“Pick up some items.”
* * *
Marcus was a simple-hearted man who had been held captive by IS alongside me.
A schoolteacher in Lagos, he was the most trustworthy person after Black Scythe.
“Marcus!”
“Oh, Victor. You made it safely!”
Arriving at Marcus’s house, I could see them.
Ricky and the children running toward me upon spotting me.
“Uncle!”
“Ricky! How have you been?”
“You really came!”
“Of course. Didn’t I say I’d come pick you up?”
“But what happened? What about IS?”
Victor, sharing a joyful reunion, explained everything to Marcus.
“IS brought 500 players, but Black Scythe defeated them all. You don’t need to worry anymore.”
“Really? He won against 500 to 1?”
Marcus, reminded anew of Black Scythe’s overwhelming power, asked Victor.
“What will you do now?”
“What else? I need to go home.”
“Uncle, you’re leaving already?”
At Ricky’s question, his eyes glistening with reluctance, Victor gently patted his head.
“I have to. I came here to check if you were all safe, after all.”
“Sniff….”
“Don’t worry. Marcus’s house and mine are close, so I’ll visit often while I’m here. Take care of yourself until then.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Victor smiled broadly and prepared to leave.
“Marcus, please look after the children until we find their parents. If you need anything, just tell me. You remember our address, right?”
“Yes, I understand. Don’t worry and go home quickly. Your family must be worried.”
“Yes, thank you. Then.”
Victor waved his hand and soon drove toward his home.
‘Is it really been a year since I’ve gone back?’
A year ago.
Victor had been living with his parents and his five-year-old younger sister when he was unluckily kidnapped by IS.
Simply because he was a doctor.
‘They threatened me endlessly, saying they’d find my family and kill them if I didn’t treat the wounded.’
Threatened, Victor spent an entire year serving as IS’s medical officer.
Throughout that time, the only force that kept Victor—who witnessed countless horrors—going was his family.
He endured, dreaming only of this moment of reunion.
And soon, that moment would become reality.
“Phew. I finally arrived.”
Victor parked his car near his home and walked the rest of the way.
With each step through the familiar scenery, his heart pounded as if it might burst.
And finally.
Creak—
Opening the entrance door, Victor could meet them.
His family, whom he had missed so dearly.
“V-V-V-Victor?”
“Mother….”
Tears streamed down.
Victor and his mother embraced each other without even pausing to wipe away their flowing tears.
“Victor? Victor has come?”
His father, who had maintained such a stern demeanor, emerged from the room and, upon seeing his son, joined the procession of tears.
Parents and son held each other tightly, confirming that each was alive.
“You’re alive. Thank goodness, truly thank goodness.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“Sob, I’m perfectly fine like this, Father, Mother.”
“This is no time for that—let’s go inside. Come in and tell us what has happened all this time.”
“Yes. But what about Sophia?”
Sophia was Victor’s younger sister.
It was only natural that he asked, noticing only his sister was absent, but for some reason his parents’ faces clouded with difficulty.
“Well… about that…”
Upon hearing the circumstances, Victor was taken aback.

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