The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

March 31, 2023, 11:50 PM.

Ten minutes before the start of the 16th round.

Five hundred seventy-six players from around the world stared nervously at the countdown.

Most were silent, but some chatted with each other to ease their nerves.

“I’m nervous.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Do you think things will go as the Black Scythe said this time too?”

“Of course. Ever since we joined the Death Church, everything he predicted has been right.”

From the 13th round up to now, Korean players who had joined the Death Church received strategies in advance for the upcoming rounds.

“Excuse me. Can you speak English?”

A foreign believer approached and asked. A Korean player nodded.

“Yes, I can speak English. You joined after the 15th round, right? Your nickname is…”

“Just call me Alex.”

“Nice to meet you, Alex. My nickname is Babbeojeoji (Rice Bug). Do you have any questions?”

“I’m still a bit confused… Does the Black Scythe always share strategies like this?”

“Yes. We joined after the 12th round, and since then, we’ve always received the strategies.”

“That’s how we’ve survived so far. Haha.”

“You heard the strategy for the 16th round too, right?”

Alex nodded.

“Of course. That’s why I’m here.”

“But you don’t look too reassured. Are you still worried?”

Alex answered honestly.

“Yes, I am.”

“Haha, don’t worry. We all felt like that at first, wondering what if the strategy was wrong.”

“But now, we just gratefully accept the information. You’ll feel the same soon enough, heh.”

Despite the reassuring tone, Alex’s face still showed unease.

“Do you trust the Black Scythe?”

The sudden question made the players laugh.

“If we didn’t trust him, what else could we do? We’ve already joined the Death Church.”

“Just relax and wait. There’s no way out of here anyway.”

Alex sighed, realizing the truth in their words.

“You’re right. That was a silly question. Thanks for the reassurance.”

“No problem.”

As Alex turned away, he observed the other followers of the Church.

The long-time believers looked calm and confident, while the newcomers were visibly tense and anxious, despite having received the strategy.

‘They’re probably like me… They just don’t have full faith in the Black Scythe yet.’

Alex had joined because sticking with the Black Scythe seemed like the best chance of survival. But trust? That was a different matter.

‘We all just instinctively sided with the stronger faction to survive.’

Trusting someone you barely know was impossible.

‘The idea of getting information about the next round as a first-place reward… is that even possible? Actually… maybe it is.’

It was hard to believe. The idea that strategies were handed down through membership in a cult seemed absurd.

‘The only way to know for sure is to win first place myself…’

But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts.

The time had come.

“One minute left until midnight!”

With tense expressions, everyone waited for the final minute to tick away.

Was it because they knew what was about to happen? The tension felt heavier than ever.

5, 4, 3…

2, 1…

When the clock on their phones struck midnight and switched to April 1st, the players’ consciousnesses were supposed to transfer to another world.

Soul Transference.

A technology capable of transcending dimensions requires only a fleeting moment.

But instead of seeing vast meadows or a desolate monochrome space—

“Huh?”

“It’s the same.”

They were still in the same place they had been before.

“We didn’t move.”

“The Black Scythe was right.”

Normally, their bodies would have transformed into avatars, and their surroundings would have changed completely.

But this time, nothing happened.

No avatars. No dimensional transfer. They remained in their original bodies.

The players murmured among themselves, caught between confusion and relief.

The Black Scythe’s prediction had been accurate.

[Hehehe. I can just imagine how confused you all must look right now.]

A beautiful, melodic voice echoed in their heads.

But the source was the vile angel, its voice drilling into their minds.

[Hello, 576 players. Surprised to hear me like this? Or are you more shocked that you’re still on Earth? Pfft.]

The angel’s smug expression was almost visible through the tone of its voice.

[You must’ve thought you escaped the death game. Sorry to disappoint you, but no. You can’t leave until you clear the remaining five rounds. Hehehe.]

Scowls spread across the players’ faces. With no angel in sight, there was no need to hide their expressions.

“F***ing angel bastard.”

Some players muttered curses aloud. The angel, as always, continued speaking as if it couldn’t hear them.

[Shall we check the 16th round mission now?]

As soon as the voice stopped, a translucent screen appeared before everyone.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

◀ ROUND 16 ▶

Exterminate all monsters summoned to the human world within 3 hours.

[Unified Zone CA-EA001]

Participants: 576

Clear Condition: 0/288

Most players would normally panic after reading the quest, but they remained calm this time.

After all, they had already received the Black Scythe’s briefing.

The angel laughed, unaware of this.

[Surprised? This round is unique. Instead of another world, it’s set on Earth. That’s why your souls didn’t transfer. Exciting, right?]

“Shut up.”

[Oh, and since you’re on Earth, there are no avatars. You’ll have to fight with those pathetic real bodies of yours. But don’t worry—you can still use your abilities.]

“Crazy angel bastard.”

[Because this round is set on Earth, I’ll only communicate with you through my voice this time.]

The angel continued explaining.

[Monsters will spawn every 30 minutes for a total of six waves. The number of monsters will scale with the number of players. Oh, and…]

The rest of the rules were similar to what the players had already heard from the Black Scythe.

Waves of increasingly powerful monsters. The number of monsters corresponding to the player count.

But one detail stood out:

[Monsters will spawn randomly within a 100-meter radius of each player’s current position. In other words, wherever you are is effectively a spawn point.]

“Our location is a spawn point?”

“That’s exactly what the Black Scythe said.”

[So don’t worry about searching for monsters. Just keep an eye on your surroundings.]

If players were spread out, that meant monsters could spawn worldwide.

[Oh, one more thing: monsters will harbor intense hostility toward humans, whether they’re players or civilians.]

The angel’s voice dripped with mockery.

[This round might keep you pretty busy if you want to minimize civilian casualties. Hehehe.]

It was as the angel said. If monsters spawned randomly, civilians could become unintended victims.

[Well then, let’s begin. Good luck, everyone. Pfft.]

The angel’s laughter faded away.

But instead of fear, the players’ faces were filled with relief.

They were on an isolated island with no civilians in sight.

“Whew, thank goodness.”

“The Black Scythe was right. Coming to this island was the best choice.”

“Otherwise, people could’ve been hurt.”

Among them stood Ryu Min, wearing his mask.

‘At least my brother is safe.’

If he had been lying in bed like usual, his entire city could have been thrown into chaos by spawning monsters.

‘But starting here on an isolated island ensures no civilian casualties.’

The players could relax, knowing their loved ones were safe.

But Ryu Min knew something they didn’t.

‘This round isn’t just about monsters… Battle Angels will appear too.’

(T/N: No parts, short chapter)

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