The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 61

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 61
61. Deathmatch
Before the bonus game began.
The Angels gathered in one place to discuss the matter.
Not only did the players need to select a representative—the Angels themselves had to choose one as well.
[Since the zones have been integrated, we should appoint a guide representative too, shouldn’t we?]
[Right. We can’t have another argument like before about who does it and who doesn’t.]
Not a single Angel among them wanted to volunteer as the guide.
Whether human or Angel, nobody wanted to take on extra work.
[Is there anyone willing to volunteer? If so, raise your hand.]
[….]
[….]
All ten Angels remained perfectly still.
[Just as I thought. I shouldn’t have bothered asking.]
[Any Angel eager to work would be a mutant, wouldn’t they?]
At Priscilla’s casual remark, Olive’s eyes widened sharply.
[Did you just call me a mutant?]
[What are you talking about? I didn’t mention your name at all.]
[You were clearly mocking me for stepping forward earlier.]
[That’s how you took it? Puhehe, you’re not completely oblivious after all.]
[What did you say?]
[You two, you two! Stop fighting!]
As they glared at each other with murderous intent, the other Angels rushed to intervene.
[Why do you two always fight every time we meet? You were like this before too!]
[Do you think I want to fight? That birdbrain started it first.]
[What? Birdbrain? Coming from someone more useless than cooking oil?]
[Enough, enough! The humans are watching.]
[Yeah, the Archangel might see this too!]
At the mention of the Archangel, both Angels fell silent.
They simply turned their heads away from each other with a snort.
[Let’s get back to what we were discussing. We’ve confirmed that no Angel wants to be the guide… so what should we do? Does anyone have a good idea?]
At Ellen’s words, the Angels offered their opinions one by one.
[What if we roll a random die to select one guide?]
[Leave it to luck? That’s not a bad method. Though it’s not particularly entertaining.]
[Or we could establish a rotation and take turns being the guide?]
[That seems unfair, doesn’t it? Those with later turns might never get their chance. We’ll probably integrate zones again soon anyway.]
[That’s true.]
Various opinions were exchanged.
Despite it being just the selection of a single guide, the Angels’ expressions were serious.
[Is there some method that’s both fair and entertaining?]
“What about this?”
Priscilla, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.
“Soon you’ll have the regional representatives fighting each other, right? The angel overseeing the region of the first human to die takes on the guide role as punishment.”
“Ooh, that does sound entertaining?”
“That’s a good idea.”
“I like Priscilla’s approach. Any other angels in favor?”
“I’m in favor.”
“Me too.”
As the angels voiced their agreement, Priscilla’s pride swelled.
That’s when Olive raised her hand and offered a dissenting opinion.
“How about we do it differently instead? The angel overseeing the human who survives the longest wins. And the winning angel gets to play king.”
“Play king?”
“Exactly as it sounds. The other angels must obey the king’s commands absolutely. For instance, if the king designates someone as the guide, everyone must comply without question. It’s the king’s order, after all.”
“So if our human wins, we win too? And if we win, we can play king just like the humans do?”
“Ooooh, this is even more entertaining!”
“King… I can already taste the power…”
“That’s truly a brilliant idea, Olive!”
The angels now praised Olive instead.
All except Priscilla.
“…How irritating.”
Priscilla’s mood soured as her proposal was dismissed.
But that feeling didn’t last long.
A sneer crossed Priscilla’s face.
“Hmph, suggesting that the winner becomes king? You must be quite confident.”
“Of course. I’m confident.”
“But here’s the thing—our regional representative won’t be easy to beat. That human has never lost the top position in their region.”
“Oh, really?”
Olive inwardly scoffed at Priscilla’s self-assured expression.
‘Stupid bird-brain. Top of the region? You’re mocking us over just that? If you knew who our regional representative was, you’d be so shocked you’d plummet to the ground.’
After all, Olive’s regional representative was a monster who had never relinquished the top position across all regions.
“So? Are you in or out?”
At Olive’s question, Priscilla let out a sneer.
“I have no reason to decline.”
“I’m in favor too. This seems far more interesting.”
“Me as well.”
“I’m confident too! Our regional representative is no pushover either!”
And so the wager was settled—the winner becomes king.
“Now that we’ve decided on the rules, shall we begin? Olive, go tell them.”
“Understood.”
Olive flew back to where the players were gathered, fluttering her wings to draw their attention.
[Now then, let me begin the special selection game to choose the unified representative! All zone representatives, please gather beneath me!]
Ten zone representatives assembled at Olive’s feet.
She spread her wings and gave the signal.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The earth trembled as a hillside rose skyward.
In an instant, a circular arena took shape.
[From this moment forward, you will engage in a deathmatch—killing and dying until only one survives. Those who perish outside the arena will not be revived, so do not abandon the field even in death. Now, begin!]
The match commenced.
Yet no one moved.
Within the circular arena, they merely gripped their weapons and glared at one another.
It was not for lack of motivation.
The rewards were hardly insufficient.
Incentive was already abundant.
The atmosphere was so sinister that if looks could kill, they would have slaughtered each other countless times over.
Yet no one moved—because they were probing.
Any opponent worthy of a zone representative’s position possessed formidable skills.
‘Still, there’s no one stronger than me.’
Chosaikokin, Priscilla’s zone representative, wore a confident smile.
A master among masters who had never relinquished first place in his zone.
That was precisely who he was.
No opponent, however strong, could match him.
‘Dismantling is my specialty. Whether it’s human, beast, or monster.’
His confidence stemmed from one thing alone.
The Rune of Dismantling he possessed was utterly broken.
‘When I drive my blade into an opponent’s body, it dismantles them with supernatural precision. No other rune in existence is this absurdly overpowered.’
He had already verified its power in Round 4, slaying 312 opponents.
His rune’s dominance in player-versus-player combat was undeniable.
‘The moment my blade pierces flesh, the match is essentially over. My body automatically initiates the dismantling process.’
For instance, should he plunge his sword into an opponent’s forearm, the rune would activate automatically, stripping away the remaining flesh.
The blade would move of its own accord, as if possessed by a phantom.
‘Since acquiring this rune, my butchering speed has become extraordinary.’
His actual profession was a butcher, so the Rune of Dismantling had proven invaluable in civilian life as well.
Even his fellow tradesmen were astounded.
‘Well, surviving in the Other World takes priority over reality anyway.’
That was why he had killed others and seized the zone representative position.
Crushing others made survival easier.
‘Until moments ago, I regretted becoming a zone representative. But now such an opportunity has emerged. Hehehehe.’
With dominion, no one would dare disrespect him.
He could rule like a king.
In the end, becoming a zone representative had been the right choice.
‘If I kill just these nine people here, I can become king, right?’
Chosaikokin’s eyes gleamed as he fixed his gaze on the opposing representatives.
No one made a careless move—they were all watching each other’s reactions.
Whoever stepped forward first might become a target.
[What are you doing? Why aren’t you fighting?]
[Fight already! Come on, humans!]
The Angels screamed from the sky like gamblers who had wagered money on a dogfight.
‘What? Did they actually bet real money? Why are they egging us on like this?’
I had every intention of slaughtering all the opposing representatives without any prodding.
My opponents would think the same way.
‘If you go first, you lose the advantage. That’s why they’re all just watching and waiting—they’re hoping we’ll fight each other first, then they can slip in at the end and conserve their strength.’
I had the same idea, but I couldn’t let this drag on forever.
Chosaikokin walked boldly toward the center of the arena.
‘There’s no one stronger than me anyway. If I make a strong first impression, they’ll be too terrified to even challenge me.’
For that, I needed a sacrifice.
‘I’ll flay the skin from whoever comes at me first, alive and conscious, so no one else dares to approach.’
A victim for my performance.
‘Whoever crawls out first, I’ll destroy them.’
Part of me felt sorry.
I could have let them die peacefully, but instead I was planning to inflict extreme suffering for the sake of a good first impression.
‘What can I do? Whoever challenges me first just has bad luck.’
I was already pitying whoever would step forward.
Thud, thud—
A challenger emerged.
‘Finally? My first sacrifice?’
Chosaikokin examined the opponent carefully.
The player wielded an impressively large scythe, taller than Chosaikokin himself.
‘What a ridiculously oversized scythe. That kind of weapon must be rare…’
I’d seen spears and curved blades before, but I’d never encountered a player wielding a scythe in all my time.
‘A scythe? A scythe… I’ve seen nicknames with “scythe” in them, but someone actually wielding one…’
As the distance closed, Chosaikokin’s gaze naturally shifted upward to the opponent’s head.
The moment I confirmed the nickname, I couldn’t help but open my mouth in shock.
‘Wait, Black Scythe? The nickname is Black Scythe?’
It was a name I’d heard before.
Whenever the rankings were announced, that name always appeared at the top of all regions.
‘Could it be a coincidence? No, nicknames can’t be duplicated, right?’
When I was setting my nickname initially, I’d tried “Chosaikokin” but was rejected for being a duplicate.
‘Then… is this person really that Black Scythe who ranked first? The level 30 one?’
Chosaikokin slowly lowered the sword I had raised.
The number thirty drained my fighting spirit from the very start.
* * *
[Why is that human acting like that?]
[He stepped forward so boldly, but now why does he have such a vacant expression?]
The watching Angels tilted their heads in confusion.
It was because the human named Chosaikokin, who had stepped forward first, lowered his sword and showed signs of losing his will to fight.
His expression looked foolish, as if a screw had come loose.
[Priscilla. Isn’t he your region’s representative?]
[….]
Priscilla was grinding her teeth, apparently not in the mood to answer.
‘What is he doing? That idiot. He’s right in front of him, so why is he just standing there?!’
Even as the human with the scythe approached within striking distance, Chosaikokin remained standing there stupidly.
He showed no will to fight at all.
Just as irritation was welling up.
[Keke, kihihi….]
An annoying laugh came from ahead.
Priscilla sent a venomous glare.
[Olive. Is this situation funny to you?]
[Kihihi, sorry. But I can’t help it if it’s funny.]
[What’s so funny about it?]
[Look at that human. He’s trembling like an aspen leaf at the sight of our region’s representative.]
[Your region’s representative?]
Priscilla looked at the opponent once more.
The human with the impressive giant scythe, but still….
She didn’t feel the kind of overwhelming pressure that would make someone tremble upon first sight.
[So you’re saying your region’s representative got scared of our representative?]
[That’s what it looks like?]
[Don’t talk nonsense, Olive. Do you think being first in your region is a joke? Our region’s representative hasn’t lost first place since Round 1 until now.]
[Kihihi, your region? Isn’t being first in your region something anyone can do?]
[What?]
[Our representative hasn’t lost first place across all regions.]
[All regions first place? Where is this lie coming from….]
[Haven’t you figured it out yet? Angels who’ve checked the rankings would know just by seeing the nickname.]
At Olive’s words, the Angels finally looked carefully at the human’s nickname.
[Huh? Black Scythe?]
[I’ve seen him before! He was always there every time the ranking results window appeared.]
The Angels who had belatedly recognized him murmured among themselves.
Even Angels who had no interest in humans knew who held first place in the rankings.
Priscilla was no exception.
‘Wait, Black Scythe is Olive’s region representative…?’
Priscilla’s eyes trembled slightly.
If that man truly was Black Scythe, her representative wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
Then.
[Huh?!]
A flash of reflected light streaked past, and a human head tumbled to the ground with a dull thud.
It was Chosaikokin’s head.
The Angels turned to look at Priscilla as if they’d made a pact to do so.
[Well, Priscilla is eliminated.]
[….]
So taken aback, Priscilla couldn’t even muster the will to be angry.
It was a hollow elimination—no chance to counterattack.

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