The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 160

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return Episode 160
160. Remiel
At first, Remiel hadn’t intended to kill the human.
If I’d meant to kill him, I would have crushed his skull with Psychic Execution the moment I saw him.
‘At least I wanted to have a conversation and learn what kind of human he was before killing him.’
Throughout history, no player had ever set a new record twice and ascended to the Akashic Record.
He was intriguing enough that I thought I’d engage in some dialogue to understand him better.
I wanted to hear how he managed such rapid growth.
‘But then.’
Sparks crackled and hissed in Remiel’s eyes as he glared at Ryu Min.
‘How dare you kill my subordinate right before me?’
Acting without a word was nothing short of a declaration of war.
An insignificant insect challenging an Archangel was not merely absurd—it was infuriating.
‘Since he’s already killed my subordinates, I cannot overlook this worm. There’s nothing left but to exterminate him.’
Remiel wiped the golden blood from his face but didn’t move a single step.
He merely glared at the human.
[Die, human.]
I used Psychic Execution.
An angelic power capable of shattering a human’s skull in an instant.
Yet for some reason, there was no response.
‘What? Why?’
Upon closer inspection, the power of Psychic Execution was being blocked from interfering with the human’s mind.
[How is this possible…?]
The reason was unclear, but that wasn’t what mattered.
‘If Psychic Execution won’t work, I’ll burn him to death instead.’
I raised my index finger toward the human.
Crackle-crackle-crackle—!
Lightning condensed at maximum output gathered at my fingertip.
‘He said he was level 89, so this should be more than enough.’
He’d probably be unable to dodge and would burn to death like a frog.
That’s what I believed.
Until my finger was severed.
[What in the—!]
His scythe stretched like a whip, then in a split second, it expanded to the size of a giant’s hand.
It happened in an instant.
If I hadn’t reflexively pulled my hand back, my forearm would have been torn clean off.
‘I knew the weapon could extend, but I never imagined it could change size like that.’
Beyond the pain, I was utterly taken aback, but there was no time to be angry.
The scythe was already coiling like a serpent, striking at me again.
Though I felt the force of the blow, Remiel had no intention of fleeing shamefully.
I simply folded my wings to block it.
I believed this would be sufficient to defend against the attack.
It was arrogance and a grave miscalculation.
Screeeech—!
[…!]
As feathers scattered and my wings were severed, Remiel’s eyes widened in shock.
The damage was far more than I could simply block.
The moment I realized this truth, I retreated my body instead of defending.
But combat is all about momentum and flow.
Ryu Min was not one to squander this advantageous opening, perhaps the first and last he would ever have.
Screech—screech!
He clung relentlessly, swinging his scythe with vicious intent.
Remiel fled backward, desperately blocking with his wings.
‘The damage is beyond imagination.’
An angel’s wings become a formidable shield the moment holy power is channeled through them.
Defense is determined by the magnitude of holy power, and I naturally believed they could withstand an attack from a level 89 opponent.
Yet it was clearly a miscalculation.
‘Is this truly the power of a level 89?’
Judging by the damage and his movements, he might as well be level 99.
This had already been proven when he slew multiple Combat Angels.
‘Damn it. To suffer like this for failing to grasp such a simple fact.’
I had grown careless.
Because he was human, because he was level 89.
Tap-tap-tap—
Feet that had been rigid as stone moments before now moved frantically to preserve my life.
‘One of the Seven Archangels, fleeing from a mere human’s scythe strikes.’
Had another Archangel witnessed this, I would be the subject of ridicule.
Crackle-crackle—
[Enough playing around.]
Electricity coursed across Remiel’s entire body as he ceased his retreat.
If he released it in all directions now, the insect-like human would be roasted alive.
There was no better technique to shake off a persistent foe.
Unaware of this, the human called Black Scythe charged forward like a moth to flame.
[It’s over.]
Cracklecracklecrackle—!
He unleashed the electrical discharge at maximum output.
There was no way to evade, nor any space to do so.
That was when it happened.
Whoooosh—
Darkness devoured the light in an instant.
The light that burst forth like a candle snuffed out by wind vanished all at once.
[What…]
There was no time to be shocked.
A threatening sound of something cutting through the air reached me from close by.
Slash—!
[Ugh!]
I pulled my body back, but it was already too late—two of my wings were severed.
Losing one wing left me staggering, unable to maintain my balance.
[I wouldn’t mind grinding this pathetic insect to dust and drinking ittttt!!!]
The enraged Remiel finally decided to stop playing around.
This paltry darkness posed no problem for him.
Crackle—crackle—crackle-crackle-crackle—!
Sparks erupted violently as if resisting the darkness.
While light may be weak against darkness, the darkness now spread before him was an artificially constructed barrier.
An Archangel’s sparks could never be consumed by such a trivial cage.
[Die! Human!]
Crackle-crackle-crackle-crackle—!
I unleashed electrical currents in all directions, attempting to kill the human.
But the one who had been wielding that scythe moments ago was nowhere to be seen.
I couldn’t even sense a presence.
‘Where the hell is this bastard…’
The moment Remiel looked around, I saw crimson eyes gleaming from the far end.
“You don’t even understand what you just said, do you?”
Screeeeeee—
“That’s a death flag, you moron.”
The human, who had been uttering incomprehensible words, suddenly blazed with light.
No—the flash he unleashed engulfed Remiel.
‘Ah.’
I instinctively felt it from that concentrated energy.
This cannot be blocked.
If I try to block it, I’m done for.
I must evade.
After making my decision in that brief moment, I tried to move my wings but staggered.
‘Damn it. Now that I think about it, my wings…’
Swallowing my curses, I leaped away.
But the flash seemed to have anticipated even that, coming at me slightly higher.
Slash—!
Another wing was severed.
It was only by twisting my body at the last moment that my head wasn’t sliced clean off.
Without even time to curse, a second flash came hurtling toward me.
An arm and a wing severed simultaneously.
In the moment of staggering, the sound came again.
Kiiiiing—
Screech—!
Kiiiiing—
Screech—!
Kiiiiiing—
Five consecutive flashes of light carved through Remiel’s limbs.
[Ugh….]
One wing was completely gone, and everything below the forearms and thighs was severed—only the torso remained.
Writhe, writhe.
I could only writhe like a worm, unable to move.
The searing pain threatened to drive me mad, but I maintained consciousness by stimulating myself with electricity.
Then a human wreathed in dark energy approached my vision.
“Even one of the Seven Archangels is nothing special.”
[….]
“The power of lightning, the lowest-ranking of the Seven Archangels, Remiel. Am I right?”
Rather than shock at knowing my identity, rage surged through me.
This pathetic human was looking down at me.
I had lost to a pathetic human.
I had even shown my grotesque form to a pathetic human.
That fact struck at Remiel’s pride.
[This wretched insect of a human….]
Crackle, crackle, crackle—
“Planning to self-destruct?”
As my intent was read, my output suddenly dropped.
“I was going to let you live if you followed my terms, but you’re choosing death instead. What a shame.”
[Let me live?]
“That’s right. If you agree to my proposal.”
My electricity completely subsided.
I had resolved to die alongside this human rather than beg for my life, yet here I was, listening to his proposal.
[I’m listening.]
“Call the other angels. I don’t need many. Just bring fifty more. Preferably Grade 3 or higher Combat Angels.”
[What are you planning to do with them?]
“What else? Kill them.”
[You’re insane.]
Remiel scoffed.
[You want me to betray my subordinates? You’re completely mad.]
“In exchange, I promise not to kill you.”
[Hmph, do you really think I’d believe that?]
“If you don’t believe me, you might as well die right now.”
Remiel deliberated as he watched the human speak without a shred of hesitation.
I had been defeated.
I’d used Spark to stem the bleeding, but that didn’t mean the danger had passed.
If the human before me simply drove that scythe through my head, I would die on the spot.
‘Damn it. What do I do? Accept the proposal?’
My pride was wounded, but it was better than death.
If I surrendered the soldiers and saved my own life?
After recovering, I could plan my revenge.
I could save my own life and achieve vengeance both.
But if I refused the proposal?
I would die as things stood.
‘Whether I self-destruct or do whatever else, I might deal some damage to him, but….’
I would die regardless.
To die fighting a human.
Even in death, I’d be mocked throughout the Heavenly Realm for generations.
“So what will it be? Decide quickly. Death or life?”
[F-fine. I accept the proposal.]
“You’re choosing because you have no choice, yet you pretend otherwise. Even in this state, your pride remains intact. Tsk.”
The human’s mockery displeased me, but I remained silent.
I couldn’t deny it—I had been defeated.
I had no other choice.
“What are you doing? Call them now.”
[Shouldn’t you release me first?]
“Why should I trust you? If I let you go and you break your word, what then?”
Ryu Min pressed his scythe against Remiel’s throat, threatening him.
The slightest hint of escape and he would kill me.
“Just call them. Once you do, I’ll send your subordinates away peacefully as promised.”
[And I ask you the same. Why should I trust you to keep your word?]
“You have to trust me. If you want to live.”
[….]
He wasn’t wrong.
With a blade at my throat, there wasn’t much I could do.
[Very well. Keep your promise.]
“Of course.”
Remiel sent a distress signal, summoning the Angels.
Within seconds, light flooded the Cavern as the Angels materialized, filling it completely.
[Archangel, where are you?]
[We came in haste at your summons….]
[Ah! Th-there!]
The Angels were startled.
A limbless torso that bore a striking resemblance to Remiel had appeared before them.
[I’m right here.]
[Gasp! A-Archangel!]
[What on earth is….]
[Could that possibly be…?]
Only then did the Angels comprehend the situation.
A dark silhouette pressing a scythe against Remiel’s neck.
Remiel spoke to Ryu Min, swallowing his shame.
[These are the Third-Rank Angels on standby. Keep your promise.]
“Are there no higher-ranking Angels?”
[The First and Second-Rank Angels are occupied with other duties. Currently, I can only summon up to Third-Rank.]
“Then there’s no helping it.”
[Now release me.]
“Fine. A promise is a promise, after all.”
Ryu Min withdrew his scythe and gestured to the Combat Angels.
“Hey. Someone come and take your commander away. He can’t move on his own without legs, can he?”
The Combat Angels approached with wide, shocked eyes.
An Archangel defeated by a human?
Up close, the sight was utterly devastating.
[Archangel. Forgive the intrusion.]
One Angel carefully lifted Remiel into her arms.
With only a face and torso remaining, he was as light as carrying an infant.
‘Damn it. Reduced to needing my subordinates’ help just to escape.’
It was humiliating, but Remiel endured it for the sake of the future.
‘When I regenerate my limbs and wings and fully restore my power, you will witness hell itself.’
Even if I must seek aid from the other Archangels.
Even if I must mobilize my own personal army.
Even if I must make a pact with demons themselves.
By any means necessary, I will slay this player called Black Scythe.
Remiel made this vow.
[Let us depart.]
[Yes, Archangel!]
The Combat Angel holding Remiel silently chanted the incantation for return.
The other Angels naturally prepared to follow their Archangel back to the Heavenly Realm.
Then Remiel stopped the other Angels.
[You all remain here. Stay and face that human.]
[Pardon? Us, you mean?]
[Yes. Only I and the Angel carrying me shall return.]
[….]
For reasons I couldn’t fathom, the Angels obeyed the Archangel’s command.
[We shall obey your orders.]
[Very well.]
Remiel glanced at Black Scythe before looking at the Combat Angel holding him.
[We shall take our leave now….]
Whoosh—!
Thud, thud—
Remiel, drenched in golden blood, crashed to the ground.
Whirr— Clack!
Black Scythe appeared, retrieving the scythe he had thrown.
Thud—
A headless corpse collapsed to the floor moments later.
It was the Angel who had been holding Remiel just moments before.
Remiel’s delicate brow furrowed in unbridled fury.
[You bastard! What is the meaning of this!? Did we not make an agreement!]
“There’s a saying in the human world.”
Ryu Min muttered brazenly.
“Promises are made to be broken.”
[What?]
“Did you really think I’d let you go?”
Ryu Min, his Reaper Form reset, approached with scythe in hand.
“Not a single one of you will leave this place alive.”

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