The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 187

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 187
187. Round 11 Results Tabulation
“Damn it! Shit, shit, shit!!!”
Japanese player Uetsuha Ko Manichi let out a thunderous roar.
Having succeeded three times in a row with red-red-red, he wagered on black for the fourth game.
Honestly, after three consecutive reds, I thought it was time for black to appear.
But red exploded four times in a row, and he lost not only the points he’d earned but his initial stake as well.
‘Why am I such an idiot! Damn it! I need to recover my losses, my losses!’
In the end, Manichi wagered his entire remaining fortune on the fifth game, betting on black once more.
Honestly, what were the odds of red coming up five times in a row?
Yet it actually happened.
“Shit! Idiot! Stupid, stupid!!!”
He tore at his own hair, screaming in despair.
Having dabbled in pachinko back in the day, he’d been brimming with confidence—he never imagined he’d get completely wiped out like this.
Self-loathing crashed over him so intensely that he wanted nothing more than to end it all right here.
“It’s over, sob… it’s all over.”
The only consolation was that he wasn’t alone in his ruin.
‘Still, I’m grateful. Even if I hit zero points, I won’t be eliminated.’
From the district-by-district point calculations three hours ago, Manichi’s Japanese Team ranked tenth.
At this level, no matter how badly things went, they wouldn’t fall below ninety-fifth place.
There was no fear of elimination, but that didn’t improve his mood.
No matter what anyone said, the sense of loss from squandering all the points earned over twenty-three hours was indescribable.
‘I just want to go Home already.’
He longed to return and sleep deeply, but the game wasn’t over yet.
[Now then, next up are those who chose high-risk. Please prepare yourselves.]
Three people remained who had selected the high-risk method.
Honestly, it wasn’t worth watching.
‘Idiots. Betting their lives on a 1.5% probability. They’re truly losers through and through.’
Presumably, teams from the lowest ranks facing elimination unless they multiplied their points by two hundred had taken the challenge.
No one in their right mind would think they could win at 1.5% odds.
[Those who chose high-risk will automatically go all-in with all your points, and you must correctly guess six consecutive games. Now I’ll shuffle the cards.]
Two cards shuffled rapidly, and one flipped face-up.
[Please choose the color of the card I’m showing within one minute.]
Being the first game, the three were exercising extreme caution.
Well, Black Scythe had already made his choice the moment the game began, but the other two couldn’t manage that.
After all, their survival or elimination hung on their fingertips.
‘They won’t win anyway, so just pick already. Tch.’
As Manichi grumbled, the minute elapsed.
[Have you chosen? Hehe, fate diverged right from the first game. Two chose red, one chose black. So who will be eliminated? Suspense, suspense, suspense…!]
Angel opened the card with a smile, seemingly the only one enjoying this situation.
[Ding! The first correct answer was black.]
“Gasp…!”
“Ahhh…!”
The two who chose red were eliminated in the first round.
Uetsuha Ko Manichi sneered at those sitting dazed on the ground.
‘Idiots. What did you even expect? Six consecutive successes are statistically impossible anyway.’
They would have been eliminated later regardless—they just went out a bit early.
Thinking that way would be easier on the mind.
‘That guy who got the answer right now will probably start crying soon enough.’
Uetsuha Ko Manichi clicked his tongue, unaware that his opponent was the famous Black Scythe, and eagerly waited for the game to end.
He’d be knocked out by the second round at the earliest.
That’s what I thought, but the situation unfolded differently.
[The second correct answer is also red. Oh my, you got it right again! Only four more to go. Hehehehe!]
[The third correct answer is black. Wow, what incredible luck. Three in a row! You’re halfway there now! Keep it up. Kekeke.]
That man standing alone had gotten three correct answers in a row.
It wasn’t particularly surprising.
Uetsuha Ko Manichi had also made it three in a row.
‘Hmph, lucky bastard. But how long will that luck last?’
Halfway there, but this is where it gets difficult.
The probability of consecutive wins decreases with each round.
But even that thought changed after seeing the fourth result.
[The fourth correct answer is red. Hehe, you got this one too. If this were standard odds, you’d have won sixteen times your bet.]
When he got four in a row, even Uetsuha Ko Manichi couldn’t help but be shocked.
Looking around, the expressions on everyone else’s faces weren’t much different.
It wasn’t just the fact that he’d gotten four in a row.
‘That bastard… how can he stay so composed?’
He selected each answer with the calmest expression imaginable.
And without even a second of hesitation—rapid and decisive.
‘It’s like he already knows the answers.’
He was definitely no ordinary player.
Despite getting four in a row, he showed no sign of elation whatsoever.
He simply selected each answer with composure.
‘With that little facial expression, he’d be amazing at poker.’
The Korean players, who hadn’t held much hope, suddenly had their eyes glued to Black Scythe’s progress.
“Black Scythe got four in a row.”
“If he gets two more right, that’s 200 times his bet, right?”
“What if Black Scythe actually hits the jackpot?”
“Then our country could survive safely!”
As all eyes turned to him, the fifth game began.
Ryu Min selected the color without the slightest hesitation this time as well.
[Well then, which color card will it be… Have you already chosen? Haha, if you just pick randomly like that, you’ll go down in one shot. So the correct answer is….]
Angel’s expression grew visibly disappointed as I guessed correctly.
[…The correct answer was black. You got it right again.]
“Wow! Amazing!”
“He got it right again?”
“Is this real?”
The players erupted in cheers at Angel’s dejected words.
They were so invested in Black Scythe and experiencing vicarious satisfaction through him.
After all, he was succeeding in a domain where they had failed.
“Just one more correct answer and we’re done!”
“The odds are 50%!”
“If he gets this one right, he can win 200 times the payout!”
“Black Scythe, you’ve got this!”
The people trapped behind the transparent barrier cheered for Black Scythe in their respective languages.
Some even cursed inwardly, hoping he would fail out of jealousy.
‘There will always be people who can’t stand to see others succeed.’
Ryu Min chuckled softly and stepped forward for the final choice.
Unlike their curses, the goddess of fortune was on his side.
[The sixth choice has concluded. And the result is…!]
The players were more nervous than the man himself at Angel’s prompting.
Angel didn’t know the result until revealing the card, so she was hoping inwardly that he would fail.
But contrary to her hopes.
[Ah. Hahahaha.]
There was no deviation from Ryu Min’s plan.
[The sixth correct answer was black. Congratulations. You have won the high-risk game with six consecutive correct answers.]
“Waaaaaaaa!”
A thunderous roar shook the Cavern.
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Thwack!
“Kugh—ack!”
An arrow flew with perfect precision and struck the player’s brow.
Yang Chui-wen, who had instantly severed his opponent’s life, approached with a bloodstained smile.
He pulled the arrow from the limp body and licked the blood coating the arrowhead.
“Even though it’s an avatar created in the Other World, the taste of blood is identical to reality.”
As the Triad’s number one ranked member, he had begun killing people the moment Round 11 started, true to his Hunter profession.
There was no reason not to kill players when doing so earned him points.
“How many have I killed so far?”
In response to Yang Chui-wen’s question, Jang So-wi, who stood beside him as the number two ranked member, answered respectfully.
“Exactly 552 people, sir.”
“How much time remains until the round ends?”
“One minute remaining.”
“Heh heh, you’ve certainly made efficient use of your time.”
Yang Chui-wen glanced at the progress window.
[Chinese Team’s Acquired Points: 30,621,490]
[Yang Chui-wen’s Acquired Points: 220,840]
[Time Remaining Until Round End: 00:00:54]
Seeing the team points exceed thirty million, a smile naturally bloomed across my face.
‘Without question, our district will be first.’
Four hours ago, when the rankings were tallied, my district had already claimed the top position.
There was no possibility that the ranks below could catch up in such a short span.
We’d killed humans even more relentlessly in this final sprint than before.
Thanks to the team’s unified effort in hunting humans for twenty-four hours, we’d achieved the first-place team Achievement.
‘Not just the team—I’ll be first in individual performance as well.’
I hadn’t wasted a single second or minute, murdering humans with every breath.
These points were earned through such blood-soaked effort that I had no doubt whatsoever of my first-place standing.
“Jang So-wi.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“How many points do you have?”
“Roughly 160,000 points.”
“Not much. But don’t worry. It’s an undeniable fact that China will be first.”
“I’m not worried. Rather, allow me to offer my congratulations in advance.”
“Congratulations?”
“Isn’t first place in individual performance practically yours, Boss?”
“Of course it is.”
“I hear the rewards have improved starting this round, so my congratulations to you.”
“Such sudden congratulations. It’s just the same district ranking first as always. I’m growing tired of it at this point.”
Though I spoke thus, the smile at the corners of my mouth refused to fade.
‘I’m curious. What will the first-place reward be this round? What will I be able to purchase at the special shop that’s opening?’
Since the districts had been unified into one, placing first this time was essentially equivalent to first place across all districts.
Jang So-wi understood this fact, which is why he broached the subject of Black Scythe so delicately.
“No matter how formidable Black Scythe is, he’ll have to surrender first place this time.”
“Naturally. Of course. How could that bastard possibly have more points than me, who killed hundreds over twenty-four hours?”
“There’s no way.”
“Black Scythe—that fool Ppang-jeu—will have his undefeated first-place record shattered for the first time in history. And it will be by none other than me, Yang Chui-wen.”
As I laughed, I held my head high with arrogance.
[The time limit has ended.]
[Transferring to the Neutral Zone.]
With the time limit’s conclusion, everyone was transported to the Monochrome Space.
[Hoh hoh, is it just my imagination, or are there fewer people than before?]
Angel appeared as if she’d been waiting, surveying the gathered crowd before speaking.
[The initial count was 130,000 people, but now it’s down to 80,000? Did they kill each other trying to earn points?]
The question was posed with a spinning smile—one asked while already knowing the answer.
[Well, it doesn’t really matter. The survivors will naturally be ordered by team points anyway. So shall we check the aggregated results to see which team survived?]
‘There’s nothing to check. We’re obviously first.’
Yang Chui-wen, who had been smirking, gazed at the results window that materialized before him and wore the smile of a victor.
No—it was precisely as he was about to lift the corners of his mouth.
★ Round 11 Results Aggregation ★
【Points Calculation by District】
1st Place. C3-ESKA001 Korea (34,269,330 Points)
2nd Place. C3-ECHNA003 China (30,621,490 Points)
3rd Place. C3-EBRA004 Brazil (30,264,000 Points)
4th Place. C3-EMXA003 Mexico (29,931,360 Points)
5th Place. C3-EINDA001 India (29,602,040 Points)
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10th Place. C3-EJPNA002 Japan (28,004,220 Points)
‘What? Second place?’
Upon learning that his team had placed second rather than first, Yang Chui-wen’s complexion hardened.
‘And what is this? First place is… Korea?’
A nation that hadn’t even appeared in the TOP 10 was now brazenly claiming the first position.
‘This is absurd. They accumulated enough points to surpass our district in just four hours?’
It was frustrating, but compared to the results window that would appear moments later, this was nothing.
[What we just confirmed were team results. Now, shall we take a look at the individual rankings?]
As Angel fluttered her wings, a new aggregation window materialized.
【Individual Points Calculation Results】
1st Place. Black Scythe (Lv90 Reaper) Points Held: 20,804,000
2nd Place. Yang Chui-wen (Lv50 Hunter) Points Held: 220,840
3rd Place. Dark Soul (Lv50 Sniper) Points Held: 200,120
4th Place. Swingman (Lv49 Martial Artist) Points Held: 194,200
5th Place. First Warrior (Lv49 Sword Master) Points Held: 184,880
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10th Place. Jang So-wi (Lv48 Assassin) Points Held: 161,200
“T-this can’t be real.”
Yang Chui-wen’s mouth fell open at the shocking results.
The gap between first and second place was nearly a hundredfold difference.

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