The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 232

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 232
232. Gustavo
Knock, knock.
The door swung open at the sound, and a procession of enslaved women shuffled inside.
They were called slaves, but not long ago these women had families and homes.
Now they were widows—husbands and children gone.
“These are carefully selected slaves in their early thirties. They’re maintained so well you’d believe they were in their twenties. They should provide ample entertainment.”
“Mmm, I’ve always felt this way, but Gustavo really does understand me perfectly. Without me saying a word, you know exactly what I want and prepare it flawlessly. Hehehehe.”
Dung-a Dung-a, his bloodshot eyes gleaming, rose from his seat and approached a woman who caught his fancy.
“Sniff sniff. Mmm.”
“….”
As he inhaled the scent of their necks like smelling flowers, one by one, the women showed no sign of displeasure.
They simply stood like mannequins.
They had to.
One wrong move, and they might follow their husbands into death.
“Ho, they’re all obedient as well-trained dogs, aren’t they? Not even a frown.”
“Of course. Is there any match for force? Kill their families right before their eyes, and they fall in line.”
“Hehe, this is excellent. I can control other humans however I please.”
“How are they the same humans as us? They’re merely ordinary people who weren’t chosen.”
“Hahaha, exactly. We players are the chosen, superior beings.”
“Which is why Brazil should adopt slavery too. How can ordinary people and players receive equal treatment?”
“Now that you mention it, that makes sense. We control the nation, yet we haven’t thought to enslave the ordinary people… I’ll have to round them all up as soon as I return. Hahaha.”
Dung-a Dung-a, laughing heartily at the mere thought, brought the woman he favored to sit beside him.
“Come now, let me taste some of this Mexican slave’s liquor. Pour it for me!”
“Y-yes….”
She couldn’t even lament her fate—reduced to pouring drinks for a boy younger than herself.
Merely being alive was a miracle in this situation.
“Hey! What are you standing around for? Our guest has come from far away—shouldn’t you massage his limbs?”
“Y-yes….”
At Gustavo’s command, the remaining women clung to him, their fear carefully concealed.
As Dung-a Dung-a settled onto the sofa for a full-body massage, his expression grew languid.
“Ahh, is this paradise? I’ve never received such treatment even back home. I’m truly grateful.”
“If you’re grateful, then next time you visit, send me some Brazilian slaves. The younger the better. Preferably under fourteen….”
“Oh, I see that’s your preference?”
Gustavo nodded, and Dung-a Dung-a laughed as if amused.
“Hahaha! Excellent. Since I’ve received something, I should give something in return. It’s fortunate our tastes don’t overlap.”
“Thank you. Hehe.”
Gustavo, wearing a satisfied smile, switched off the TV screen showing Black Scythe.
As if the sight disgusted him.
“Well then, shall we discuss business in earnest?”
“Let’s do this.”
The two men poured drinks and discussed their plans for the future.
“We control the media, but word of the coup will spread eventually. You can’t hold sand slipping through your fingers.”
“I agree. That’s why we need countermeasures.”
“What about this? We form an alliance to prepare for invasions from other countries. If several anarchist nations like ours unite, won’t we become stronger?”
“Gustavo, you’re remarkably clever. The slavery system, and now this alliance. There’s nothing more reassuring than having allies to support each other in times of danger.”
“This is confidential, but according to intelligence I’ve gathered, India and China are showing signs of establishing independent nations.”
“India and China?”
“Yes. They’re planning to create independent nations saturated with military power, just like us. I’ve already identified the nicknames of some key figures.”
“Really? That’s quite valuable intelligence.”
“They’re probably hesitating now because of Black Scythe’s speech—wondering whether to establish their independent nations or not. If we extend a helping hand to them first, we could draw them into our alliance. What do you think?”
“That’s a brilliant idea. Black Scythe’s speech is actually helping us, isn’t it? By giving us a reason to unite. Hahahaha!”
Dung-a Dung-a laughed heartily and downed his drink, when a sudden thought crossed his mind.
“Hmm, but what if there’s another way?”
“What way?”
“We don’t necessarily have to make an enemy of Black Scythe. If possible, wouldn’t it be best to bring him to our side?”
“He openly provoked countless players in public. Do you really think he’d cooperate?”
“Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try talking to him…”
Gustavo suddenly stood up, and the Woman pouring drinks beside him shrieked and fell on her backside.
“That bastard spouted justice and destroyed IS, then declared war on us. He’s not someone you can reason with…”
Splash, splash, splash—
A cold sensation spread across my feet.
Looking down, I saw alcohol from the bottle the Woman had dropped trickling across my soles.
“This damn bitch?”
Gustavo’s mood soured instantly. He grabbed the Woman by her hair and lifted her up.
“Ahhhhh!”
“I spared you because you’re a woman, and you can’t even pour a drink properly?”
“Ah, it hurts. Please, please let go…”
“A slave talking back?”
The murderous tone made the Woman realize her mistake.
She should have apologized profusely, but instead she could only think of the pain.
“I’m, I’m sorry. Sob, it’s my fault. I’m truly sorry, ahhh!”
He threw her aside, and her hair came out in clumps.
“I’m in a foul mood. Come here and lick it.”
He extended his foot, and the Woman crawled toward him with tears in her eyes.
It was humiliating, but honestly, she was grateful just to be alive.
Rumors said more than a truckload of people had died for merely having an annoying expression.
But she didn’t know.
She didn’t know the other rumor—that he became perverted when dealing with women.
“No. This isn’t satisfying enough.”
Gustavo wiped his feet clean and turned his gaze toward Dung-a Dung-a.
“Forgive me, but might I ask a favor of you?”
“A favor?”
“I’d like to punish this ungrateful wretch, but as you can see, I have a preference for younger children.”
“Ah.”
Dung-a Dung-a understood immediately, his expression twisting into a sinister smile.
Gustavo’s lips curled upward in response.
There was no need to hear an explicit answer.
That greedy grin said everything.
“So your master wants me to punish you? Come here. I’ll administer your punishment personally. Hehehehe.”
“Kyaaah!”
Dung-a Dung-a forced the Woman down onto the floor.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sob, please forgive me.”
“Shh, stay still, will you? You might get hurt if you struggle.”
It was the moment Dung-a Dung-a removed his shirt, intent on violating the woman.
Crash—!
The door suddenly exploded inward, and every head snapped toward the sound.
“What the—”
Dung-a Dung-a’s frown at the interruption of his pleasure gradually shifted into shock.
Gustavo’s expression mirrored his own.
Because they both recognized who stood before them.
“Black Scythe…?”
The figure entering was the Black Scythe they’d seen on television.
They had believed themselves untouchable behind their missile defenses, so this sudden encounter was utterly unexpected.
“How did you even get here…”
He didn’t finish his sentence.
Crash—!
Dung-a Dung-a’s massive body slammed into the wall.
“….”
Gustavo’s expression went blank.
He couldn’t even perceive the movement.
His mind couldn’t process it.
All that remained in his memory was the blur of motion and the impact against the wall.
‘Brazil’s second-ranked player, Dung-a Dung-a, defeated in a single blow…’
Gustavo’s head turned stiffly.
“Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, yes…”
Black Scythe was helping the slave who had been pinned beneath Dung-a Dung-a to her feet.
Without even sparing him a glance.
‘The audacity. How dare he turn his back to me?’
I’ll teach this careless fool a lesson.
With that thought, I tried to summon a weapon to my hand, but I couldn’t.
‘Huh? Why can’t I grip a weapon?’
I felt no sensation in my palm whatsoever.
Bewilderment flickered across Gustavo’s face as he looked down.
Both hands—which should have been there—had vanished.
“Krrgh!”
I wanted to grab my wrist as the pain came flooding in belatedly, but my other hand was in the same condition.
Seeing both hands cleanly severed and fallen to the floor, I couldn’t believe it.
Attacked before I could even perceive it.
It felt utterly unreal.
‘What happened? That bastard was only showing his back—’
“Just because I’m showing my back doesn’t mean I can’t attack.”
Seeing Black Scythe answer as if reading my thoughts, I was startled again.
His shadow seemed to dance, and two blades of darkness rose into the air.
I heard no sound of wind being cut.
Thunk, thunk—!
Only the sound of blades embedding themselves in my knees.
Thud—
Leaving me forced to my knees, Ryu Min turned his gaze toward the enslaved women.
“Everyone, please leave here. I have something to discuss with this bastard alone.”
The people scrambled out of the room.
‘These… these slave wretches…’
No matter how badly off I am, they move without hesitation at Black Scythe’s word?
My pride wounded, I screamed.
“Stop! Any bitch who runs—I’ll hunt her down and kill her! I’ve memorized your faces!”
At my threat, the women froze at the doorway.
No one in that room could dismiss my words lightly.
They’d experienced my brutality far too many times.
“Get back here, you damn bitches!”
As I urged them on, the hesitant women began to turn back.
That’s when Black Scythe stepped between us and spoke.
His voice calm, unlike my snarling.
“There’s no need to return. Don’t worry—go home. This bastard won’t survive much longer after today.”
“Bullshit. You think my subordinates positioned around here will just sit idle? Every bitch who runs will die! The moment you step outside, you’re all dead!”
“No need to worry about that either. Every Player in the vicinity is already dead.”
“What?”
I opened my eyes wider in shock than the enslaved women.
“You killed all my subordinates? You’re lying.”
“I counted 129 total. That’s right, isn’t it?”
“….”
Silence was tacit affirmation.
Ryu Min’s words were no lie either.
‘The survivors will yield some benefit, but uncontrollable trash is better off dead.’
All 129 people Ryu Min had killed before arriving were members of the Cartel organization under Gustavo.
Not virtuous players forced to follow through sheer might, but garbage who reveled in and executed every conceivable crime.
Even if spared, such creatures would never reform, and like unbridled colts, they’d cause endless trouble.
If they couldn’t be controlled, disposing of them early was clean and left no aftermath.
“You…killed my subordinates without a sound?”
“It’s dangerous. Leave quickly. I’ll handle things here.”
At Ryu Min’s voice, the enslaved players hastily vacated the space.
In the vast expanse, only Ryu Min, Dung-a Dung-a, and Gustavo remained.
“Y-you….”
Gustavo trembled with uncontrollable rage before breaking into a bitter laugh.
“I don’t know how you evaded interception and made it here, but you won’t get the information you want. I’m more tight-lipped than you’d think. And Dung-a Dung-a too….”
Thunk—!
Gustavo’s words froze mid-sentence.
He had witnessed Black Scythe’s blade piercing through Dung-a Dung-a, who had been embedded in the wall.
‘What, what is this? Just killing him like that? Without asking anything?’
Hadn’t he been kept alive to extract information through torture?
Wasn’t that why the slaves had been sent out?
“No?”
Seeing Black Scythe read his thoughts yet again, Gustavo’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Did you just read my mind?”
“Yeah.”
Black Scythe admitted it surprisingly readily.
Gustavo’s expression remained one of shock.
“H-how is that even possible?”
“How or why—what does it matter to someone about to die?”
“You’re not going to extract information? I thought you kept me alive because you were curious.”
“I’m not curious. I already read everything I needed from your head.”
“Then why did you send the slaves….”
“Outside?”
As Ryu Min spoke, his scythe drove through Gustavo’s heart.
“Cough….”
Watching the man tremble and slump, Ryu Min grinned wickedly.
“It would be inconvenient if others saw you die.”
After disposing of the corpse without a trace, Ryu Min removed his mask.
Ripple ripple—
It didn’t take long for his form to shift into Gustavo’s likeness.
“Shall we begin filming now?”

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