The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 381

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Side Story, Episode 5
5. The God of Dimensions
-The God of Dimensions?
I wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about Divine Beings, but I’d never heard of such a thing.
The highest god I knew of was the Transcendent Min Do-jun.
-Who is that? Is he strong?
-He’s strong. He’s the god who manages all dimensions.
-Even stronger than Gaia or Chaos?
-Of course.
Only then did Ryu Min’s jaw drop.
If he was stronger than both of them, just how powerful was this god?
-Are you saying that bastard destroyed the world line?
-That’s right.
-Why on earth would he do that?
-Deorant oversees and manages all dimensions. He simply didn’t want to see dimensions multiplying needlessly.
With each regression, the world lines increased.
The world lines I currently knew of were as follows.
The world line I experienced from the first to the hundredth cycle.
Ninety-seven world lines created from the 101st cycle onward as ninety-seven people achieved their wishes.
And the newly created world line of the 102nd World Line.
A total of 198 world lines coexisted within the framework of the universe.
However.
-So the God of Dimensions doesn’t want to see that state of affairs?
-That must be it. From what I hear, he has severe obsessive tendencies about order. He’d want to clean up all the unnecessary dimensions and get rid of them.
I had deliberately maintained the multiplied dimensions without discarding them.
In contrast, the god Deorant found the copied world lines displeasing and wanted to eliminate them.
‘This situation has become bigger than I expected.’
The emergence of a god intent on destroying world lines made me tense for the first time in a long while.
Of course, there were still suspicious aspects to simply trusting Chronos’s words.
-How did you find out about Deorant?
-I met Deorant once before. Of course, I didn’t have a conversation with such a lofty being—I only caught a glimpse as we passed by. As you know, I was hiding here and there to avoid Chaos.
-You met him by chance?
-That’s right. What else would you think?
I refrained from answering.
His words sounded plausible, but I couldn’t completely trust them.
‘Since this is the guy who tried to backstab me, I can’t fully trust Chronos’s words… but I can verify it. I’ll find out whether the world line has actually collapsed or not.’
I asked Chronos.
-With your power over time, you can determine whether a world line has collapsed, right?
-That’s correct. Go ahead and check. It shouldn’t be difficult.
-If I use this power, what’s the likelihood that Deorant will discover my location?
-Don’t worry about that. Deorant still doesn’t know about your existence.
-Why not?
-If he knew the one responsible for multiplying world lines was here, wouldn’t he try to collapse this 102nd World Line immediately?
-That’s a fair point.
I didn’t argue against it.
It was certainly a sound argument.
-Then is it just coincidence that memory fragments from collapsed world lines are flowing into this one?
-It’s coincidence. Though it’s possible there isn’t just one world line collapsing.
-More than one?
I hadn’t considered that.
I immediately closed my eyes and activated the power of time.
I needed to check how many world lines had already collapsed.
Moments later, my eyes widened in shock.
-What did you find?
-Six of the 101st World Lines have collapsed. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be any of the world lines belonging to people I know, but…
-Six? So it’s not just one. It looks like Deorant intends to destroy all the world lines.
The situation was truly grave.
Ninety-seven of the 101st World Lines had been created to fulfill the Players’ wishes.
Six of them had crumbled to dust.
The aftermath scattered memory fragments, affecting the memories of people in other world lines as well.
-The more world lines collapse, the more chaos people will experience. Memories of events they never lived through—the existence of Players and Angels—will be injected directly into their minds.
But what was most alarming was Deorant’s relentless march toward exterminating humanity.
I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.
I had to act before Deorant caused more destruction.
My gaze hardened with resolve.
-Tell me how to stop Deorant.

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“Ugh… my head.”
Hwang Yong-min opened his eyes, cradling his throbbing head.
‘That bastard… did he leave?’
Looking around, there was no sign of Ryu Min.
‘Thank goodness….’
Suddenly, memories flooded back into Hwang Yong-min’s mind like a flash.
‘That bastard pulled out a scythe.’
A scythe wreathed in crimson energy, materialized from thin air.
It was a sight too impossible to believe even as magic, yet Hwang Yong-min remained surprisingly composed.
Because knowledge about it already existed in his mind.
‘That bastard had a Player’s abilities.’
Information about Players, items, the Survival Game, and more came flooding back.
He didn’t know how he knew.
Hwang Yong-min simply accepted it naturally.
‘Ryu Min… that bastard was Black Scythe….’
A horrifying memory surfaced from the depths of his consciousness.
Ryu Min revealing his identity as Black Scythe and slitting his own throat.
‘It wasn’t a dream. It definitely happened!’
Hwang Yong-min tried it just in case.
‘Status window.’
The status window didn’t respond.
Which meant he wasn’t a Player.
‘But Ryu Min, that bastard had abilities.’
Everyone should have become Players, so why didn’t he have any abilities?
Or rather, he shouldn’t have had such abilities in the first place, so why did he naturally assume he should have them now?
As if they were a right he’d always possessed.
And how was he alive when he’d clearly died?
‘Damn it… my head’s a mess.’
Rising from the alley where Ryu Min had beaten him, Hwang Yong-min headed home.
Along the way, he noticed people around him, and his thoughts turned to…
‘Why are there so many people in their twenties? Most of them should be dead. Could they all be Players?’
Confusing thoughts tormented him relentlessly.
‘Damn it! My head’s all scrambled.’
Caught between reality and delusion, he somehow made it home.
He planned to lie down and sort out his jumbled thoughts.
He was exhausted from taking a beating from Ryu Min.
But then.
“Hey.”
“Yong-min.”
Large, muscular men were waiting in front of the house.
They were none other than the Jung-sik Faction.
“Huh, hyungs?”
“Yo~ Yong-min. You finally showed up?”
Jo Jung-sik approached with a casual swagger.
Hwang Yong-min felt both delighted and bewildered.
“Wait, hyung! Where did you go? Why didn’t you come to the graduation ceremony?”
“Ah, I’ll explain that on the way. Just come with me for now.”
Abandoning his plans to rest at home, Hwang Yong-min boarded the van with the Jung-sik Faction.
“Let’s go.”
The atmosphere inside the vehicle heading somewhere was quite heavy.
‘What’s this? The hyungs seem really down…’
The air felt oppressive, unlike usual.
Watching the hyungs carefully, Hwang Yong-min noticed their skin looked completely normal, and he became certain.
Ryu Min had definitely lied.
‘What? That bastard. He kept saying he’d take care of things, but he’s completely fine?’
If the hyungs had been dealt with, there’s no way they’d be unscathed like this.
Of course, Ryu Min was a Player.
“Hyung. Tell me now. Why didn’t you come to the graduation ceremony? Didn’t you say we’d kill that bastard Ryu Min together?”
Was it just my misunderstanding?
The moment Ryu Min’s name was mentioned, the hyungs flinched.
“Phew, let’s talk once we get there, alright.”
The gangsters arrived at a remote mountain road.
“We’re here. Get out.”
What business could they possibly have in these mountains?
“Follow me.”
I began climbing the mountain path, following the hyungs.
We continued deeper into the dark, dense forest.
‘Why are they setting the mood like this? What’s out here?’
Growing tense, Hwang Yong-min suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Jo Jung-sik, who had been leading, had stopped and turned around.
His face was absolutely furious.
“Hey, Hwang Yong-min.”
“Yes?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Tell you what?”
Then Hwang Yong-min felt a dull impact from behind.
“Ugh!”
“He’s down!”
“Stomp him, you bastard!”
The gangsters launched a coordinated assault.
Hwang Yong-min, bewildered and reeling from the blows, curled into a defensive position before seizing a moment to speak.
“Why, why are you doing this! What for!?”
“What do you mean why?”
As Jo Jung-sik raised his hand, the gangsters’ kicks ceased.
Living up to his reputation for commanding Seoul’s criminal organizations through sheer charisma alone, Jo Jung-sik approached Hwang Yong-min with a terrifying glare.
“Hey. Your memories came back, didn’t they?”
“….!?”
“Why didn’t you tell me your memories came back?”
“B-brother. You don’t mean….”
“You weren’t the only one who came back. I did too.”
Without allowing room for excuses, Jo Jung-sik’s fist crashed into his face.
“Gack!”
“I remember everything you did—hitting me from behind like that, you bastard!”
Jo Jung-sik’s merciless assault began in earnest.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
Hwang Yong-min, devoid of any strength to resist, could only endure the beating.
“Haa, haa, you son of a bitch. How’s that feel? Does the pain help you remember now?”
“Ugh….”
“This is what you did in the third round, right?”
Thud!
“With your fists like this.”
Crack!
“You beat my face to a pulp and killed me, didn’t you? Huh?”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Hwang Yong-min, reduced to a pulp, could barely open his eyes.
His face was completely covered in blood.
“Spit! You worthless bastard. I can forgive everything else, but hitting someone from behind—that I can’t forgive. You understand?”
As Jo Jung-sik extended his hand, a subordinate retrieved a shovel from the van.
“Normally, I make people dig their own graves before the job, but you get special treatment.”
Jo Jung-sik raised the shovel above his head.
Even if this was a different world, he could not accept a subordinate who had betrayed and killed him.
“I’ll give you the privilege of dying right now.”
Just as the shovel was about to strike Hwang Yong-min’s head directly.
Ting!
Ryu Min appeared like the wind and flicked the shovel away with a single finger.
Jo Jung-sik’s eyes widened in shock.
It was astounding that he’d deflected the shovel with just a finger, but what was truly remarkable was how he’d appeared in the blink of an eye.
Like a ghost.
“I’m not a ghost. So put the shovel away.”
At Ryu Min’s command, Jo Jung-sik not only put away the shovel but retreated five steps further.
Unpleasant memories surfaced.
The man with ghostly movements who had beaten him senseless countless times in the illusion stood right before his eyes.
“U-ugh….”
“Ugh-ugh….”
Jo Jung-sik trembled as if seized by PTSD.
The other subordinates reacted the same way.
It was only natural—they had endured relentless beatings within the illusion.
To the Jung-sik Faction, Ryu Min was nothing short of a nightmare reborn.
“Y-you’re Black Scythe….”
“So your memories have returned too. Or should I say memories from another world line were implanted in you?”
Ryu Min muttered before gesturing toward Hwang Yong-min with his chin.
“Jo Jung-sik. Don’t touch Hwang Yong-min.”

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