The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 47

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 47
47. Whom Will You Kill?
The Fourth Round Quest is straightforward.
Kill another player.
Yet as a Main Quest, there exists a hidden Sub Quest as well.
[A hidden Sub Quest exists!]
【Sub Quest】
└Eliminate the zone representative within the time limit
└Upon success ▶ Lowest-tier Demon Stone Draw Ticket awarded
[Sub Quest completed!]
[You receive ‘Lowest-tier Demon Stone Draw Ticket’ as a reward!]
This was why Ryu Min killed Hwang Yong-min.
To eliminate the zone representative and claim the Sub Quest reward.
[Lowest-tier Demon Stone Draw Ticket]
-Classification: Consumable
-Grade: Rare
-Effect: Randomly acquire 1 to 5 lowest-tier Demon Stones.
-Usage Restriction: Until the next round, Apprentice rank or higher
-Description: A limited-time item that grants random Demon Stones. The item automatically disappears upon advancing to the next round. Affected by Luck stat.
‘Excellent. I’ve obtained the reward I wanted.’
The Lowest-tier Demon Stone Draw Ticket could yield up to five Demon Stones.
Since it’s a limited-time item, I need to use it before advancing to Round Five.
‘When I return, I’ll ask Min Ju-ri for some buffs.’
Then a piercing scream tore through the air.
“Kyaaaah!”
“S-someone’s dead!”
“I saw it! Black Scythe killed him!”
Only then did people scream upon seeing Hwang Yong-min’s severed neck.
Some even stared at Black Scythe as though he were a beast.
‘How convenient. When they were all drawing weapons to claim the zone representative position, where was this moral outrage? Now they play the hypocrite.’
I clicked my tongue and shook the blood from my scythe.
At that sight, several players spat and pointed accusingly.
“Hey, Black Scythe! How can you just kill someone outright like that!”
“Do you have no blood, no tears?”
“Murderer! You’re a murderer!”
A murderer?
True enough. I killed Jang Seok-hyun.
Is that all?
By the twentieth round, I had killed countless people.
‘Though they were all worthless trash that stood in my way.’
No amount of explanation would matter to them—reasons held no weight in their eyes.
They simply needed someone to blame.
‘They think they’ve found the perfect target.’
Sure enough, looking at the players hurling accusations, they all harbored the same thought.
This was their chance to drag Black Scythe’s reputation through the mud.
‘How pathetic.’
My derisive chuckle seemed to provoke them, and the players raised their voices.
“You! Do you find this situation amusing?”
“Are you a psychopath? What could you possibly be laughing about——”
That’s when a message materialized before the players’ eyes.
[Player ‘Black Scythe’ has become the new zone representative of ESKS45-5.]
Upon seeing the message announcing the change in zone representative, the crowd belatedly understood.
The one wielding the sword had just seized the gun as well.
The players who had been pointing fingers quietly lowered their hands.
Gulp—
Suddenly, everyone became silent as stone.
My sneer deepened.
“What? Not shouting like before?”
“….”
“Now that I’m the zone representative, fear suddenly takes root in you?”
“….”
“Ah, I see—you fear command authority. So you’re all non-awakened players, then?”
“Wh-what are you saying…!”
Having struck a nerve, the players began to stammer.
Some scurried away like rats, hiding among the crowd.
They feared my command authority.
‘They were hoping I’d use my position to incite the masses into killing me. How naive.’
My ascension to zone representative was despair incarnate for the non-awakened players.
It meant their chances of seizing the position had become infinitesimally small.
That’s why they’d grasped at straws, trying to bring me down.
Hoping others would kill Black Scythe for them.
Then it happened.
“Huh? L-look at that!”
The crowd pointed their fingers at Black Scythe.
More precisely, at the space above my head.
“Black Scythe’s nickname color changed!”
I couldn’t see my own nickname floating above my head, but I knew what had occurred.
‘It must have shifted from fluorescent to crimson.’
Normally, even taking a life wouldn’t alter it, but this round operates differently.
Commit murder, and the nickname turns blood red.
‘It’s probably a pale red right now. I’ve only killed one person, after all.’
The more people you kill, the deeper the color becomes.
What’s the point of introducing such a system in this round?
‘To distinguish murderers from non-murderers, I suppose. Killing a murderer would ease one’s conscience far more than killing an innocent.’
Eliminating a murderer would weigh less on the conscience than eliminating an innocent person.
After all, they’re murderers.
Scum of humanity who’ve taken human lives.
‘But the one who kills a murderer becomes a murderer themselves.’
Commit murder, and your nickname turns red without exception.
You become just another murderer.
They might fancy themselves righteous judges, but to everyone else, they’re no different from any other killer.
‘Either way, the color change in nicknames will only encourage mutual slaughter.’
Yet everyone seems hesitant, reluctant to kill one another.
In times like these, a little provocation is necessary.
“What are you all doing? We don’t have time to stand around deliberating, do we?”
“You—stay out of this! You’re a murderer!”
“The way you’re all looking at me, you’d think I’m the only one eager to kill the zone representative. What about all those people who rushed at Jo Jung-sik last round like rabid dogs? Were they trying to kiss him?”
“That’s… that’s not…”
“Kill or be killed. It’s that simple. How have you survived this long without understanding that basic principle? In a competitive society where you step on others to rise, you should know this better than anyone.”
“But… but…”
“Stop the hypocrisy and face reality. When told your head will roll unless you kill someone right now, how many of you would truly refuse to draw a blade?”
In the silence that followed, Ryu Min continued.
“Of course, a truly virtuous person wouldn’t kill. But be honest—is that really about compassion for others, or is it simply a lack of courage?”
“…”
“Now isn’t the time to stand here dazed. If your conscience troubles you, then discuss it like you did during the last vote.”
With only those words, Ryu Min turned away.
As if to say: kill or spare them—do as you wish.
‘I don’t need to spell it out. Fighting will break out eventually anyway. But…’
By then, it would be too late.
‘If I don’t say something now, they’ll just waste time pointlessly.’
And we might not be able to fill the required number of achievers.
After all, this round’s rule was simple: fail to commit murder, and you’re eliminated without exception.
‘Encouraging murder this way is the path to saving more people.’
Ryu Min moved to a secluded corner and folded his arms, observing the situation unfold.
His words seemed to be having an effect—murmurs of agitation rippled through the crowd.
“We can’t just sit here doing nothing. Don’t you think Black Scythe has a point? We should do something.”
“Do what, exactly? Just chat away?”
“Why are you being so sarcastic about it? I’m saying we should discuss how to proceed.”
“How to proceed? What’s there to discuss? Let’s just grab people one by one and fight. Or we could do a proper tournament.”
“Where’s the honor in a fight where you’re trying to kill each other? And a tournament? Did we come here to play?”
“What did you say?”
The murmuring grew louder, and the conversation became heated.
As a debate unfolded on one side, Seo A-rin looked toward An Sang-chul.
“Um, um… what should we do? Officer? Should we really kill someone like Black Scythe said?”
“Of course we should. Otherwise, we’ll die. What does some stranger’s life matter?”
“….”
Seo A-rin suddenly found An Sang-chul unfamiliar.
Those were not words a bodyguard sworn to protect others should speak.
“I fully agree with Black Scythe’s argument. You should steel yourself too, A-rin. Murder isn’t exactly a pleasant experience, after all.”
“You speak as though you’ve actually committed murder.”
“…That couldn’t be. It’s just a guess.”
Seo A-rin didn’t miss it.
An Sang-chul had flinched for a moment.
“So who should we kill?”
“Let’s see how things develop and decide gradually. Besides, people are already debating that very topic.”
Following An Sang-chul’s gaze, I saw people arguing passionately.
“Stop this and let’s decide who to kill!”
“Who are we going to kill?”
“The murderers. Let’s focus on killing those whose nicknames have turned red!”
“Why do you get to decide that?”
“Life is precious! We shouldn’t kill anyone, no matter how much of a murderer they are.”
“That’s right! If we kill someone, we become murderers ourselves!”
Objections erupted from all sides.
Several players glanced nervously at Black Scythe.
“So you’re saying we should kill Black Scythe?”
“Black Scythe? You’ve completely lost your mind.”
“How are we supposed to kill someone at level 30?”
“Even if all of us rushed him, we couldn’t kill him.”
“Be quiet! What if Black Scythe hears….”
‘I hear everything, you fools.’
Ryu Min, watching from the sidelines, clicked his tongue inwardly.
Several of them turned their heads in panic at his sharp gaze.
‘Don’t worry. I have no intention of killing you yet.’
I decided not to intervene until the situation reversed.
If I stepped in now and committed senseless slaughter, it would work against me.
‘Even if I stay quiet, these insects will come at me on their own. I just need to wait for that moment.’
As Ryu Min waited in silence, the debate intensified.
“So what do we do then! If I’m to survive, someone has to die, don’t they!”
“Instead of arguing like this, let’s agree to kill criminals!”
“How do we even identify criminals? Are you going to ask anyone with a criminal record to raise their hand? I’m sure they’ll confess willingly.”
“Damn it, stop twisting my words. If you’re so smart, why don’t you offer your own opinion, you bastard?”
“What? This crazy son of a bitch just runs his mouth without thinking? Do you think I’m easy prey because I’m a woman? You want to die first, you bastard?”
“Whoa, jumping to conclusions. When did I say anything about you being a woman, damn it?”
The discussion had instantly devolved into a gender conflict.
“Hey, you two! Stop talking and just fight already.”
“Who the hell are you to provoke us?”
“That bastard’s even worse. Stirring the pot from behind like a dog!”
“What? You dogs are really asking for it! I’ll kill you all!”
“Try if you dare, you bastard!”
“You damn things!”
Shouts and curses filled the air as the situation descended into chaos.
Any semblance of a discussion had long since vanished.
But.
They spoke of killing, yet none of them actually took action.
They were afraid.
Afraid of the consequences that came with bearing the mark of a murderer.
[Time Remaining Until Round End: 02:50:13]
‘Soon it will be ten minutes since Hwang Yong-min died. I should start preparing.’
I uncrossed my arms as I watched the progress window.
These people still hadn’t fought as I intended, but….
‘No need to worry. They’ll kill without hesitation soon enough.’
I knew it well.
Hwang Yong-min, whom I’d killed early on, would serve as the catalyst.
“Everyone, stop just shouting and offer something practical… Hey! Are you listening to me? Why are you all staring off into space like that?”
The shouting player turned his head to follow everyone’s gaze.
And like the others, his mouth fell open in shock.
Because Hwang Yong-min, whom they’d thought was dead, had come back to life, looking perfectly fine.

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