The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 229

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 229
229. The Delegation
[CPF Unit Commander Black Scythe Issues Global Warning to All Players! Don’t Do Bad Things.]
[Black Scythe Hates Criminals, Get Caught and You Die! Declaration of War!]
[According to Black Scythe’s Words, Which Country Has Rampant Player Crime?]
[President Yoon Says: Nations Oppressed by Players Should Seek Help from Korea.]
[Netizen Reactions After Black Scythe’s Speech: Arrogant vs. Full of Justice. What About Other Countries?]
Articles flooded in after the Blue House speech.
Given the nature of the content, netizens engaged in heated debate.
└This is ridiculous. Who does he think he is, deciding whether to help or not?
└Exactly. Mind your own business lol. Now he’s going to save other countries?
└Idiots. Even when trying to do good, they mess it up.
└Wait, forget whether it’s good or bad—it’s just funny. What right does he have to judge others? Is he a judge? Is this a lawless zone?
└Hey, you morons again! Do you not realize who lets you sleep peacefully with your feet up? Without the CPF, every shop on the street would’ve been cleaned out!
└Nonsense. Players die naturally anyway. Half of them die every month, so what’s the point?
└So if a swarm of mayflies invaded your house, you’d just leave them alone because they’d die in a day? Stop spouting garbage.
└Right. Thanks to Black Scythe, the damage is minimal. Looking at foreign articles, many countries are still struggling with problems caused by criminal players.
└Who cares about other countries? As long as we’re doing well, why is he talking about helping other nations lol
└He said he hates short-lived criminals.
└If you ask me, he just wants to satisfy his urge to kill.
└Come on, guys. He’s trying to do something good—show some support. At least don’t criticize him so harshly.
└That’s right. So many people dismissing it as someone else’s problem. But for the victims, Black Scythe’s words must be a ray of hope…
└Wait, are there actually countries asking for help? Is there really a country where players control the government and torment citizens? Isn’t this just a conspiracy theory?
└We’ll find out once reports start coming in.
└I think it’s definitely possible. If I had superhuman strength and abilities, I’d assassinate the top brass and seize power first. Then I’d rule as I please and live like a king.
└That comment above is a potential criminal. We need to watch out for people like that.
└I agree with Black Scythe. We’re living peacefully, but there could be nations suffering because of players. For those countries with nowhere to turn, Black Scythe’s proposal is like a beacon of salvation.
└But there’s no evidence—it’s all just speculation~ you idiot.
└Why are you ordinary people fighting here? Go fight out there.
└Excuse me, I’m genuinely asking—what is Black Scythe? Is it a new type of scythe?
The comment section was nothing short of a battlefield.
Being such a sensitive topic, people’s opinions were divided.
‘It doesn’t matter. Once I show results, that’s all that counts.’
In fact, the more heated this became, the better.
When people’s attention was focused like this, the ripple effect of my actions would be all the greater.
‘Time to get going.’
Ryu Min pocketed his phone and boarded the plane.
“Black Scythe? Welcome. I’m Captain Seo Tae-suk. We met when you went to Nigeria last time…”
“Yes. I remember.”
He was the one who had advised caution about Nigeria being dangerous when I disembarked from the charter flight back then.
“I should have said this sooner, but I apologize for my presumptuous words back then. I didn’t even realize you were the famous Black Scythe….”
“Not at all. Thanks to you, I was able to stay vigilant.”
“Are you heading out to do good deeds again this time?”
Ryu Min smiled faintly.
Though it wasn’t visible beneath the mask.
“You could say that. I’m counting on you again.”
“Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you have a comfortable journey to your destination.”
After shaking hands with the captain, I settled into a first-class seat.
Thump.
But soon after, someone sat down beside me.
Slave Number One—Yamtti.
“Where are the others?”
“All six of them are seated in the back.”
There were more than just two people on the plane.
Slave Number Two Ju Sung-tak, along with Heo Tae-sik, Um Jun-seok, Min Ju-ri, Seo A-rin, and Jo Yong-ho.
Key members of the Saesin Religion were all together.
In fact, they were a sort of delegation that I had called to promote the Saesin Religion abroad.
‘I’ve already absorbed all the domestic players, so now it’s time to expand internationally.’
To control players worldwide, it’s most effective to first get them to join the organization.
‘Though I’ve framed it as a religion, the Saesin Religion is ultimately an organization of players banded together.’
Wouldn’t joining the Saesin Religion as a religion give them more sense of belonging than joining a small cafe like Player Cafe?
‘Still, it must have been sudden, but I’m grateful they all came willingly.’
Heo Tae-sik and Um Jun-seok are the cult leader and cardinal, so I can understand that, but the others had no particular reason to step forward.
Yet they gladly boarded the flight to the United States at my request, and for that I’m truly grateful.
“Should I tell the flight attendant we’re ready to depart?”
“No, wait. There’s someone I need to call before we go.”
I immediately called Christine.
-Is this Black Scythe?
Christine, who had received the number through Jeffrey last time, answered warmly.
“It’s me. It must be nighttime there? Sorry for calling so late.”
-No, it’s not. Eleven o’clock isn’t that late at all. You can call anytime. But what’s this about….
“Actually, I’m boarding a chartered flight to the United States right now.”
-Really?
“I want to promote the Saesin Religion, which I belong to. I thought it would be helpful if you joined me while I’m in the United States.”
-That’s a great idea. I’ll be your guide. I know well where there are many players.
“Thank you for accepting so readily. Then let’s meet at Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport in 14 hours. Come with Jeffrey.”
-Jeffrey… too?
Her voice carried a hint of disappointment, as if she had been planning to go alone.
“The more people we have, the better.”
-Ah, I understand. Then I’ll see you at the airport.
With this, I’ve drawn Christine into the plan as well.
“Now let’s depart.”
“Yes, Black Scythe.”
The airplane began to take off slowly.

* * *
A quiet chapel with no one around.
Christine hung up her phone after finishing the call.
How fortunate that her lifesaver called while she was in the middle of prayer.
‘Did the Lord hear my prayer?’
As she smiled quietly, a voice came from behind.
“Who were you talking to with such a bright voice?”
She turned to see her father.
“W-what? You heard me?”
“When you speak that loudly, how could I not? Who was it?”
“…Black Scythe.”
At those words, Nathan’s expressionless face brightened considerably.
He knew well who Black Scythe was.
The lifesaver who had rescued his daughter in Round 11.
As a father, he could not possibly view him unfavorably.
“You were talking to that person in the middle of the night?”
“Yes.”
“And you haven’t mentioned dating Black Scythe?”
“W-what? D-dating whom?”
Christine’s face turned red as a beet.
“You’re not dating? I wish you were.”
“F-father, we’ve only just met. How could we be d-dating?”
“Yet you had no problem dating that garbage Ma Gyeong-rok.”
“That was because you forced the arrangement on me.”
“Ahem, I apologize for that. I truly have no eye for people.”
The murder of the Oseong Group heir was such a global issue that even countries on the opposite side of Earth knew of it.
Naturally, Nathan, who had arranged the marriage, could not have been unaware.
“I thought he was a decent human being, but he turned out to be a psychopathic murderer hiding his true nature. If that marriage had gone through, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.”
“Indeed.”
“As they say, you can never judge a person by appearances alone. Tsk tsk.”
Nathan despised even speaking the name Ma Gyeong-rok.
That trash who killed his brothers in the succession struggle and tried to murder his own daughter, a witness, to cover it up.
The very thought filled him with rage.
But what of Black Scythe?
Not only was he the lifesaver who rescued his daughter, but he asked for nothing in return.
Moreover, according to recent news I’ve confirmed, he even declared that he would rescue countries in need from Players.
If a saint exists, it would be in reference to Black Scythe.
“Heh, two months ago he went to Korea to track down Black Scythe’s location, came back empty-handed, and now they’re in contact with each other? If this goes well, the possibilities are….”
“What are you talking about, Father?”
“I’m saying you should make your move on Black Scythe. Opportunities don’t come around whenever you want them to. Take the initiative and make him yours!”
“Father!”
“What? Do you dislike the idea? If you do, what about that Seer? I don’t think he’s a bad option either….”
“Dad!”
“Haha, I was joking, joking. Anyway, what did Black Scythe call about?”
Christine, her anger subsiding, explained the contents of her conversation with Black Scythe.
“He said he created a religion called the Death God Cult and came to the United States for promotional purposes. He asked if I could help him….”
Christine gauged Nathan’s reaction.
Even if it wasn’t an officially recognized religion, it was still a request to support a different faith, which weighed on her mind.
However, Nathan proved to be an unexpectedly open-minded clergyman.
“There’s nothing wrong with helping with promotion. Even if it’s for a different religion.”
“Really?”
“Yes. But I’m only allowing it because the other party is Black Scythe. If it were any other religion, there’d be no way!”
“You know how to use that kind of language?”
“Ahem, I’ve been looking up the phrases young people use these days….”
“Young people don’t even use that phrase much….”
Christine didn’t know it, but Nathan was making an effort to change in his own way.
To narrow the gap with his daughter, whose conversations felt awkward.
‘I don’t know how much time we’ll have together, so I can’t waste these precious moments.’
Had the near-loss of his only daughter to her fiancé become the catalyst?
Nathan offered Christine a gentle smile she rarely saw from him.
“Why, why are you smiling like that?”
“It’s nothing. Anyway, help Black Scythe well and come back. Since it might be dangerous, make sure to bring Jeffrey with you.”
“I was already planning on that.”
“Good. It’s late, so get some rest.”
“Yes, Father.”
Christine smiled softly as she observed Nathan, whose demeanor had somehow changed.
It seemed his mindset had shifted not only for her, but for him as well since narrowly escaping death.

* * *
[This is Captain Seo Tae-suk. Our aircraft will be landing at Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport in Texas shortly.]
After fourteen hours of flight, Ryu Min and the Death God Cult delegation touched down on American soil.
“I need to see your face to process you through.”
The immigration officer blocked the masked Ryu Min.
His colleagues who had already cleared customs turned back, but there was no cause for concern.
“Is that all?”
He only needed to show his face to the officer privately—no one else had to see it.
Besides, even if his face were visible, there was nothing to worry about.
He was maintaining Lost Yak’s appearance as a precaution, not his own.
‘A sort of double security measure, you might say.’
After the officer’s verification, he passed through immigration.
“Done. Let’s go.”
As the masked Ryu Min stepped out of the airport with his waiting companions—
“Black Scythe!”
Christine, who had come to greet them, waved enthusiastically from a distance.
Jeffrey, who had become Yamtti’s subordinate, merely nodded quietly beside her.
“You came to pick us up right on time.”
“Of course. I promised to guide you, didn’t I?”
Christine intended to repay some of her emotional debt with this opportunity.
Though it wasn’t entirely without personal motivation.
“I thought you’d come alone… but I see several familiar faces here?”
“I didn’t have the confidence to promote alone.”
Christine sighed with disappointment at how many people had shown up.
“You said you were recruiting players for the Death God Cult, right? Let’s go! I know a great place!”
“Sorry, but what do I do about this?”
“Pardon?”
“Truth is, I came to America not just for recruitment, but for personal business. I’m sorry, but would you take the members here ahead? Once I finish what I need to do, I’ll join you right away.”
“Ah… understood.”
Christine was disappointed at not going together, but she wasn’t the only one.
“Black Scythe, where are you going?”
Seo A-rin, who understood English, asked, and immediately the attention of Min Ju-ri and the Death God Cult members focused on him.
“I have urgent business to attend to.”
‘I need to get there quickly and deal with those Messiah bastards.’
Ryu Min smiled beneath his mask, concealing his true thoughts.
“Then I’ll be going. Yamtti, let’s move.”
“Black Scythe, but why is Yamtti—”
“I need her for this.”
With only those words, he left, and sparks flew from Christine’s eyes.
Seo A-rin and Min Ju-ri felt the same way.
‘Why does the back of my head feel like it’s tingling….’
Sensing an uncomfortable presence, Yamtti hurried after Black Scythe.

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