The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Jo Joong-sik was a big shot in Seoul’s underworld, known far and wide. At just 31 years old, he had already climbed his way up to the top of the gangster hierarchy, which was a pretty big deal in a city as competitive as Seoul.

“I guess I was just born to be a gangster,” Joong-sik thought to himself. He had all the qualities necessary to thrive in this world – the right upbringing, the physical ability, the street smarts, the fighting skills, and the courage to do what it took. Without those qualities, he wouldn’t have been able to make a name for himself in the city.

But now, he found himself in a strange new world, dragged here without warning. “Why the hell did I end up in this dump?” he muttered under his breath. He’d been attending a rival gang’s funeral when he was kidnapped and brought to this place.

“I even made the stupid nickname ‘Documentary Life,’ but what good did that do?”

He cursed and swore, but it was all in vain. All he could do was survive by defeating the green monsters that inhabited this strange world.

Although it was a struggle for survival, Joong-sik found himself adapting surprisingly well. He even managed to clear the first round with ease, earning the second place in his district.

“I’ve still got it,” he thought to himself, as he took down goblins left and right. He had the [Insight Rune] to thank for that – a powerful tool that allowed him to anticipate his opponent’s moves.

But second place just wasn’t good enough for Joong-sik. He wanted to know who was in first place, and why they had managed to slaughter a hundred goblins in just ten minutes. It was a humbling experience for Joong-sik, who had struggled for over twenty-three minutes to survive.

“Who’s in first place? Black Scythe?” he muttered, recalling the nickname of the man who had slaughtered the goblins without breaking a sweat.

“He must be a special forces soldier or something,” he grumbled to himself, frustrated at being beaten by someone he didn’t even know.

Joong-sik couldn’t help but focus his attention on Black Scythe, hoping to defeat him in the next round and become the top-ranked player.

When the quest for the second round was announced, Joong-sik was disappointed to learn that it involved selecting a district representative and engaging in a three-hour discussion with a bunch of less capable players. It was a waste of time, in his opinion.

But Joong-sik knew that becoming the district representative would give him the power to control all the other humans like slaves. It was an opportunity too good to pass up, even if it meant enduring a boring discussion.

As he waited for his chance to strike, something unexpected happened that threw everything off balance.

Jo Joong-sik furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed, a guy nicknamed Minchul Youth is trying to persuade people to join his side.

“What’s up with that pank?”

He couldn’t help but notice the system message that appeared every time the Minchul spoke.

[Youth Minchul is using a Persuasion Rune to influence the player.]

[Players with higher levels are immune to persuasion.]

His own rune allowed him to see through the power of the Persuasion Rune.

“So he’s trying to manipulate people with the Persuasion Rune?”

After reading the message, Jo Joong-sik understood the situation.

“Players with higher levels are immune to persuasion, right?”

While others were level 5, Jo Joong-sik had already reached level 6, thanks to the [Level Up] reward as the 2nd place winner in the area ranking, which was his trump card.

“What a manipulative little brat. I should kill that guy first.”

Without hesitation, Jo Joong-sik stabbed the young man to death, shocking everyone. But to him, as a gangster, it was nothing.

“Did…he just killed someone!”

“That man just killed someone!”

Jo Joong-sik smirked at the onlookers’ horrified reactions.

“So what? We’re all gonna die anyway. Might as well speed up the process.”

“You’re a murderer!”

“Come in if you have a problem.”

Brandishing his dagger, Jo Joong-sik laughed off the insults.

“If you don’t want to come in, I’ll come out.”

Jumping into the crowd, he swung his dagger and blood splattered as two people collapsed, their throats slit.

“Aaaah!”

“That crazy bastard!”

“What if he hits someone?”

“Hahahaha!”

Jo Joong-sik went on a rampage, stabbing anyone in his way.

If this was reality, headlines would scream about the carnage, but this was another world.

No journalists to take pictures, no police to save the day, and no CCTV cameras to provide evidence.

“Die, you bastards! Hahahaha!”

With each swing of his dagger, blood sprayed and players fell to the ground.

Players, who had no means to fight back, breathed their last breaths.

“Stop him!”

“Let’s kill that crazy guy together!”

Players armed with weapons clashed, their only goal to kill the enemy of their common foe, the enemy called Life is a Documentary.