The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

[Do you have any idea why I’ve come?]

“You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?”@@novelbin@@

[I won’t kill you. Just subdue you.]

“To do what, exactly?”

[You must face judgment for disturbing the heavens.]

“Judgment? And who the hell do you think you are to pass judgment on me?”

Still as arrogant as ever.

Michael no longer even felt the need to sigh.

He merely looked at the Black Scythe with a gaze full of disdain.

But it no longer mattered.

This time, he would discipline the Black Scythe properly before handing him over to the demon grand duke, Plunictos, to calm his wrath.

“There’s a saying in the human world.”

Shhhhk—

A sword and shield manifested in Michael’s hands.

“When one commits a crime, they must pay the price.”

[Enough with the nonsense. There’s no need for words. Come at me.]

“Tsk, I was just trying to sound cool.”

The Black Scythe smirked with a roguish expression, but Michael didn’t fall for it.

‘Every single one of his actions is an attempt to make me drop my guard. Which means… he knows he can’t win through skill alone.’

There was no need to respond.

Michael simply needed to demonstrate his strength.

Soon, that arrogant smirk and insolent mouth would be beaten into silence.

The Black Scythe, however, was still fixated on dramatic lines.

“I’m about to punish you. So take it like a man. Understood?”

[What a joke…]

Michael scoffed and narrowed his eyes.

[If you won’t come to me, then I’ll go to you.]

With movements faster than the wind, Michael’s sword slashed through the air.

Before the Black Scythe could react, his shoulder was sliced clean through.

Thud.

Whether it was because he hadn’t even had time to respond, or because he had simply been too slow, his arm fell helplessly to the ground.

Michael chuckled.

‘How disappointing.’

He had expected some resistance, but the Black Scythe couldn’t even keep up with his speed.

[I’ll make this clean. I’ll just sever your limbs and take you away—]

But before Michael could finish his sentence, a strange sensation crawled down his spine.

An instinctual warning.

A cold shiver ran through his body.

Fwoosh—!

Michael flapped his wings and leaped back.

But it was too late.

Schhhk—!

His wings were sliced apart.

Flutter, flutter—

[Kgh…!]

Twelve of his wings had been cleanly severed.

He quickly turned his head, but—

The Black Scythe was gone.

‘W-Where is he?’

Michael searched frantically.

But there were no traces.

No presence, no sound.

Even the severed arm had vanished.

‘Was that just a clone I cut down?’

Then, a voice whispered into his ear.

“How disappointing.”

The moment he heard it, Michael swung his sword in a wide arc.

A reaction faster than lightning.

But—

His blade hit nothing.

“The number one archangel can’t even distinguish a clone?”

Michael whipped around and slashed again.

A rapid flurry of strikes.

But again, there was nothing.

It was as if he were fighting a ghost.

“And you can’t even see through invisibility?”

[Damn it! Where the hell are you hiding?!]

“Right here.”

Michael turned his head sharply.

And there stood the Black Scythe.

That foolish human had finally revealed himself.

‘Your mistake.’

Michael activated his prepared technique.

‘Surge of Light.’

A devastating barrage of radiant swords shot forward, capable of reducing flesh and bone to nothing.

‘Wait…!’

Too late, Michael realized his mistake.

‘Damn it, I wasn’t supposed to kill him!’

But before he could even finish his thought, his eyes widened in shock.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

All twenty-eight of his divine attacks had been blocked.

‘H-He deflected them? And he did it one by one with his scythe?!’

Michael couldn’t comprehend it.

But he had no time to dwell on it.

“Take this one, too.”

Before he could react, a crushing kick buried itself into his abdomen.

BOOOOM!

[Guhhhk!]

For the first time in his life, Michael experienced the sensation of his insides turning over.

***

Thud, thud, thud—

Michael was lodged into the cave wall like a turtle stuck in its shell.

Ryu Min gazed at him with an expression of disappointment.

‘So this is the so-called number one archangel?’

He had already known about Michael’s titles from reading his thoughts, but he hadn’t expected him to be this weak.

‘Just in case, I started by using a clone to gauge his strength…’

But there had been no need.

Even with his current stats alone, Michael was easy to subdue.

There had been no need to activate Aura of Death to debuff him.

‘Like the other archangels I’ve fought before, he’s weak. Or… am I just too strong?’

In the 68th regression, Ryu Min had encountered a certain angel.

An overwhelming presence just by sight.

Back then, he had assumed that angel was Michael.

‘But he wasn’t.’

The one currently embedded in the cave wall was not the same angel he had seen before.

Their aura, even their appearance, was completely different.

‘If that angel wasn’t Michael, then who was he?’

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find the answer.

But there was one thing he could deduce.

‘Could it be… there’s an angel above Michael?’

If he was curious, he just had to ask.

Ryu Min stepped forward and used his scythe to pry Michael out of the wall.

However—

He wouldn’t be getting any answers.

“…Seriously? He passed out?”

Michael had lost consciousness from a single blow.

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