The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 234: The Start of the 14th Round (2)

Chapter 234: The Start of the 14th Round (2)

The ranking was based on contribution?

That meant players had to kill as many monsters as possible or contribute significantly to their defeat.

‘It’s a round that clearly favors those with power. Like me.’

For Ryu Min, who could kill dozens of monsters with just a few swings of his scythe, accumulating contribution points was not a difficult task.

It was practically guaranteed that he would be ranked first again in this round.

‘But I can’t hog all the contribution points for myself. I need to leave enough for the others.’

If he wanted to, he could wipe out hundreds or thousands of monsters on his own.

But that would reduce the contribution points available to others, and his companions might not survive.

‘I can’t let that happen. At least, I have to make sure the Death Church members get their share.’

Ryu Min had already informed his followers about the nature of this round and the strategies for each wave.

He had even distributed equipment he wasn’t using, so they wouldn’t have trouble earning contribution points.

[We’ll begin the quest shortly, so make sure you’re ready!]

‘What’s there to prepare? We could start right now.’

Ryu Min tilted his head, but didn’t think much of it.

He didn’t realize the angel had other plans.

Nor did he notice the hostile gaze directed at his back.

*

When do people feel that life is unfair?

Is it when they see rich people spending money as if it were water, realizing the gap between them?

When someone else gets promoted faster because of their connections with the boss?

Or when they’re forced to submit to greater power and violence?

Many situations could apply, but they could all be condensed into one truth:

When you’re powerless.

‘It’s because I don’t have power that I get trampled on—whether it’s money, authority, or violence.’

[SoSo Food Show] had already experienced being trampled.

By the president of Player Haven.

‘That bastard deserves to be torn apart. How could he cast me out just for one mistake?’

Once a key executive who handled major events for Player Haven, it was all in the past now.

Now, SoSo Food Show was blacklisted and unable to access the site.

All because of a single comment made nine months ago.

– So why did the Black Scythe go silent after applying?

– Maybe it was never the real Black Scythe in the first place?

– An impostor… Yeah, that makes sense.

– Come to think of it, why would someone as big as the Black Scythe want to join a site like this…?

– SoSo Food Show, did you just say “a site like this”? What exactly do you mean by that? What’s wrong with our site?

– SoSo Food Show, as of now, you’re dismissed from your executive position. You will also be blacklisted, so you’d better learn to adapt when the new era comes.

After being ruthlessly kicked out during a video conference by the Player Haven president, SoSo Food Show had been enduring alone ever since.

Clenching his teeth in revenge against the president.

‘I want to kill that bastard for abandoning me, but I don’t even know his real name or face…’

There was no way to find him.

The president of Player Haven wasn’t a player but an ordinary civilian, something SoSo Food Show didn’t even know.

‘If only I knew his real name, I could hire a private investigator to track him down.’

He’d already sought help from various detective agencies, but all that did was waste his money. Now, he had practically given up on finding the president.

What else could he do when there were no leads?

But even so, his heart still burned with bitterness and anger.

‘It’s all because of that Black Scythe. I got kicked out while talking about that damn bastard!’

If he were honest with himself, it was his own fault. But SoSo Food Show needed someone to blame.

He needed an outlet for the rage that had built up inside him.

That target was now the Black Scythe.

‘That bastard. I hope he dies. Stupid so-called hero, he’s nothing but garbage!’

He cursed at the Black Scythe’s back every month in the otherworld, but always under his breath.

As much as he hated to admit it, SoSo Food Show was aware of the overwhelming gap in power between him and the Black Scythe.

He knew that the Black Scythe was an existence far beyond his reach.

‘It’s an unfair, unjust world. Damn it all. I hope the whole world burns to ashes.’

Blaming the president, the Black Scythe, and the world, SoSo Food Show never once blamed himself.

Even when he cursed the world, he still wanted to survive.

Because revenge and blaming others could only happen if he stayed alive.

‘I’ll survive. I’ll make it to the 20th round and wish for a power that no one can defy. Then I’ll make the president and the Black Scythe, all those bastards, kneel before me and beg for mercy.’

With a sly grin, SoSo Food Show stared intently at the back of the Black Scythe, only to quickly turn away when the Black Scythe suddenly moved.

He had almost freaked out, thinking the Black Scythe had noticed him watching.

‘Damn it! What’s with that guy’s quick movements? Nearly gave me a heart attack. Anyway, based on the mission details, it looks like the Black Scythe is going to be ranked number one again this round. What a disgusting world.’

Since the rankings would be determined by monster contributions, it was obvious how things would turn out.

‘I’ll just have to do my best to at least make it past the cutoff.’

As he resolved to kill as many monsters as possible, something unexpected happened.

– SoSo Food Show?

A soft, feminine voice echoed in his head.

‘Huh? What the…? This voice sounds familiar…’

– Over here, SoSo Food Show. No, not there—look up at the sky!

When he lifted his head, he saw one of the guiding angels staring directly at him.

– Yes, you!

“You’re… speaking to me?”

– Ugh! Don’t make it obvious! Keep your mouth shut and just listen!

Startled by the angel’s tone, SoSo Food Show quickly closed his mouth, bewildered by what was happening.

He had no idea why the angel was acting like this.

– I need to talk to you. Follow me quietly. And don’t let anyone notice.

The angel nodded her head toward him and began to float away slowly.

Confused, SoSo Food Show had no choice but to follow, still trying to comprehend what was going on.

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