The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

“Wow, they fixed everything so neatly!”

Returning home, Ryu Won looked around in admiration.

The house, which had been a complete mess, was now perfect as if it had been newly built.

It was hard to believe that a battle with an archangel had taken place here.

“Living in a hotel is nice, but nothing beats the comfort of home!”

Seeing his younger brother sink into the sofa, Ryu Min gave a gentle smile.

Even after living there for just over a year, his brother was calling it “home.”

“You say that, but wasn’t the hotel actually more comfortable?”

“Haha… Well, yeah. They brought me the best meals every morning without fail.”

“The food there was amazing. Hey, do you have any more fights planned at home? Are the angels coming back?”

“Don’t even joke about that. Words have power, you know.”

“Hehe… Sorry.”

Seeing his brother scratch his head apologetically, Ryu Min softened his expression.

“Let’s eat. You hungry? Should I order something?”

“Nah, let’s eat at home. I found this MeTuber recently, and following their recipes, the food turns out great. I’ll whip something up real quick, so just relax.”

Watching his brother rush to the kitchen, Ryu Min chuckled.

On the surface, he seemed immature, but he was family—someone who cared for him more than anyone.

‘Even if angels appear again, don’t worry, little brother. Just like last time, I’ll protect you.’

With the Hero’s Protection ability in place, he had no concerns even if there was another ambush.

That is if they even dared to show up again.

‘No, they won’t return this time. They won’t exhaust 90% of their power just to target my brother, the risk-to-reward ratio isn’t worth it. There’s no guarantee of success, either.’

The reason they attacked before was because the 16th round was set in reality.

Michael wouldn’t be foolish enough to go after his brother again while taking such a penalty.

‘If they try again, it’ll be in the 18th round.’

More likely, they would approach Ryu Min with sweet words, trying to deceive him.

They knew they couldn’t win by force.

‘If they try to trap me, that day will be their funeral.’

In the previous cycle, only seven players, excluding himself, had participated in the 18th round:

Min Juri, Yamti, Victor, Alex, Dorothy, Ma Kyung-rok, and Ju Seong-tak.

“Five of them died, leaving only Ma Kyung-rok and Ju Seong-tak.”

He wasn’t exactly sure how they had died.

At the time, he hadn’t cared about saving others.

It had been a war—he barely had time to worry about himself.

‘I can only assume they died fighting demons.’

But things were different now.

A staggering 286 players had survived, each with their own desires, all aiming for the 20th round.

‘I can’t save everyone. But at the very least, I can take 70 or more with me.’

Bringing 70 people to the final round?

Compared to the past, when he had fought alone, that was an incredible advantage.

‘Until then, I won’t let anyone die—not Min Juri, not any of my close allies.’

Of course, he couldn’t protect everyone.

As long as he could lead at least 70 chosen ones to the end, that would be more than enough.

At that moment, he recalled what Alex had once tried to do.

‘He wanted to form an elite team in advance, gathering strong talents for the final round.’

Now that he thought about it, he should do the same.

Wouldn’t it be wise to select key members and provide them with special support?

‘I should act on this thought immediately.’

Ryu Min picked up his phone and called his allies, setting up separate meetings so their schedules wouldn’t overlap.

He planned to personally deliver certain things to them, so individual meetings were necessary.

The first person he arranged to meet was Seo Arin, who lived nearby.

‘Got it. Let’s meet at the café in 30 minutes.’

Speaking with his altered Lostyak voice, Ryu Min ended the call.

He could have met her right away, but he deliberately scheduled it for 30 minutes later.

The person meeting Seo Arin wouldn’t be the Prophet—it would be Black Scythe.

There was no need to reveal that he lived close by.

‘I’ll set up meetings with the others like this, too.’

While waiting for his meal, Ryu Min made a few more calls.

Using Lostyak’s phone and a voice changer, everyone assumed he was Black Scythe.

“Hyung! The food’s ready!”

At his brother’s call, Ryu Min sat at the table.

It was a feast—an eight-dish meal worthy of a proper spread.

“I followed Metuber Yoon-saem’s recipe. Try it, hyung.”

Ryu Min took a spoonful of soup first.

Slurp—

“Whoa.”

He couldn’t help but keep eating, unable to stop at just one taste.

“How is it? Good?”

“It’s amazing.”

The spicy yellowtail soup, crunchy stuffed cucumbers, and sweet yet spicy seasoned squid—everything was perfect.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“You should eat too.”

“Got it, hyung. But earlier, who were you on the phone with?”

“You heard that?”

“Yeah. You were using Black Scythe’s voice.”

“I was arranging meetings with my allies to deliver something to them.”

“Are you going overseas?”

“No, I told them to come here, so I don’t need to go anywhere. But I’ll be busy for a few days.”

“Seo Arin is one of them, right?”

“Yeah, I’m actually meeting her later.”

“Later? When?”

“In about 10 minutes.”

Enough time to finish eating.

After a satisfying meal, Ryu Min patted his brother’s shoulder and changed into his outdoor clothes.

“Arin’s gonna be shocked. You’ve gotten so much taller.”

His brother was right—Ryu Min was now 181 cm tall.

Previously, he had been 165 cm.

A 10% increase thanks to the Devourer Rune’s bonus effect.

“I was already surprised when I saw you right after the 17th round. Arin’s gonna freak out even more.”

“She won’t be surprised. I’m meeting her as Black Scythe, not the Prophet.”

With that, Ryu Min put on his shoes and prepared to leave.

Just as he was about to step outside—

He stopped in his tracks.

Standing in front of his door, as if waiting for him, was someone unexpected.

“Seo… Arin?”

“Oh… Prophet?”

She scanned him up and down, clearly surprised by his height.

Click.

Stepping outside and closing the door, Ryu Min faced her.

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh… Well…”

She hesitated, seemingly flustered—not sure whether it was from his question or his sudden change in height.

‘She’s suspicious of me.’

Reading her thoughts, Ryu Min smiled reassuringly.

“You’re shocked by my height, right? I was, too. Turns out the rune I got had a hidden effect that made me taller.”

“That’s… an interesting ability.”

“They can resurrect people—so this is nothing. Anyway, were you waiting for me?”

“Yes, I was.”

“Why?”

The Prophet and Seo Arin had never arranged a meeting.

Yet here she was, silently waiting in front of his door.

Not understanding, Ryu Min read her thoughts.

And then—

‘She suspects I’m Black Scythe.’

And now that he had stepped outside, her suspicion was becoming certainty.

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