The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

“Huff, huff.”

Seo Arin gasped for breath, her lungs heaving.

“Arin, are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

“Ha… no, I’m… I’m fine, really. It’s not so much the physical strain as it is the mental…”

An Sang-cheol nodded, understanding her unspoken words.

The sight of blood spraying and blades clashing was beyond disturbing—it was a spectacle of violence that tore at the very fabric of their being.

It was a place that made one question if it was akin to the depths of hell itself.

And in this already pristine white space, the carnage became all the more jarring.

It wasn’t a scene from a low-budget gory movie. No, it was the grim reality playing out before their eyes.

Well, he could endure this to a certain extent, but his concern lay with Seo Arin.

“She still has another hour to go. I wonder if she can hold on.”

An Sang-cheol worried about Seo Arin’s state of mind. After all, she was Ma Kyung-rok’s prized asset, a crucial element of his business ventures. If her mental well-being suffered, it could jeopardize the entire enterprise, and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Dieeee!”

“What?”

An Sang-cheol swiftly swung his sword, aiming for the villain who had set his sights on Seo Arin.

Clang!

He deflected the aggressor’s weapon and swiftly sliced him across his shoulder.

The enemy’s upper body was now fully exposed, vulnerable, and defenseless.

“Arin!”

With urgency in his voice, An Sang-cheol called out to Seo Arin, who clenched her teeth and plunged her sword forward.

Swoosh!

The blade pierced the guy’s heart with chilling accuracy.

The trembling evildoer slumped to the ground, lifeless.

An Sang-cheol watched the scene unfold before him, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

“Well, she certainly follows orders well.”

When he incapacitated their opponents, he entrusted Seo Arin with the task of finishing them off personally.

“Seo Arin lacks combat skills, so she won’t survive without doing at least this.”

It was akin to feeding her with a silver spoon.

However, it wasn’t an entirely selfless act, as her summoned creature provided a protective shield, assisting them in this battle without any charge.

“Ugh…”

Seo Arin, her face trembling, withdrew her sword…

“Yaaaah!”

Yet another villain emerged from the side, launching a surprise attack.

Swish, swish!

An Sang-cheol engaged in a swift exchange of blows, parrying the villain’s strikes and swiftly slashing his wrist.

“Ah!”

Seizing the opportunity, he struck the foe’s neck with his forearm.

“I can’t just give, I must also earn. To survive in this round, I too must make my mark.”

His movements flowed naturally like water cascading down a stream.

Since his transition to becoming a knight, An Sang-cheol’s mastery of runic swordsmanship had transformed him into a seasoned swordsman.

Seo Arin, struggling to unsheathe her sword, looked at him with a mix of awe and desperation.

“Bodyguard-nim… How much longer do we have to keep fighting like this?”

“We still have another hour of battle ahead, I’m afraid.”

“It’s so difficult for me to bear witness… I just don’t understand why everyone is resorting to killing and being killed.”

An Sang-cheol, worn out as he was, showed no signs of sympathy or compassion.

‘She’s fragile… too fragile. Like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, isn’t she?’

Her plight only evoked a sense of pity.

An Sang-cheol concealed his inner thoughts and replied, “If you’re tired, rest for now. Haven’t you already taken down fifty opponents?”

“Well, perhaps…”

“That should be enough to secure a place among the top ranks. Leave the rest to me.”

“Thank you… truly.”

‘Grateful, huh?’

Ironically, he felt even more grateful himself.

This was an opportunity for him to make a record he couldn’t accomplish while spoon-feeding her.

An Sang-cheol remained vigilant, brandishing his sword in a defensive stance.

Even if he stood still, the frenzied individuals intoxicated by madness would come rushing towards him.

“Come.”

An Sang-cheol’s sword traced elegant curves through the air, poised and ready for the next encounter.

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[Time remaining until round end: 00:10:21]

“It’s about time this comes to an end.”

Ryu Min, his eyes fixed on the progress window, swung his scythe with a powerful arc.

Swish!

The approaching player’s body, coming from behind, was mercilessly torn to shreds.

“Only ten minutes left, but it’s not over until it’s over.”

To secure the top rank for the entire zone, Ryu Min had to accumulate as many records as possible.

But it wasn’t as simple as just killing a large number of opponents in a specific order.

“Ranking isn’t solely determined by the number of kills.”

No, it required more than just a high body count.

The key was to eliminate a diverse range of adversaries.

There was no point in repeatedly targeting the same person; it would only count as one kill.

That was the hidden method of ranking for this round.

“I shouldn’t kill like that.”

Ryu Min’s gaze fell upon none other than Hwang Yongmin.

“Die! Die, you bastards!”

Using nothing but his fists, Hwang Yongmin was swiftly dispatching former friends who had once been part of their gang.

And he did it right after their resurrection.

“It’s almost the end of the round, and he’s still there, doing the same thing. I wonder how many times he’s killed the same person.”

Hwang Yongmin cunningly enticed his gang members into a trap, taking advantage of their immediate revival at the same spot.

“To kill the same five gang members over and over again.”

Unbeknownst to them, those gang members would find it difficult to survive this round.

Dying immediately after resurrection denied them the opportunity to establish a solid record.

“But Hwang Yongmin, who killed only the same people, might have a low score and be eliminated…”

However, Ryu Min wasn’t concerned about that.

Hwang Yongmin’s nickname appeared more vivid than expected.

It meant that he had killed not only his friends but also others.

“It seems he took the time while waiting for resurrection to kill other players.”

Despite not undergoing a job transition and suffering penalties due to his weakened state, Hwang Yongmin displayed impressive power.

“Well, I have nothing to say about it.”

Ryu Min walked forward, gripping his scythe.

His eyes scanned the players as if searching for prey.

All their nicknames glowed red.

There wasn’t a single fluorescent color among them.

Without exception, over a thousand players had committed murder.

“Can it truly be called murder? After ten minutes, everyone resurrects without exception.”

The fact that people could kill so casually was due to the knowledge of the resurrection.

“Perhaps the atmosphere soaked in madness also played a part.”

Ryu Min immersed himself in the atmosphere and cut down the people.

It made the act of killing people way easier.

It was the same for everyone, even for Ryu Min.

“If I stay still, I’ll be killed.”

If I don’t establish a record, I’ll fade away.

And I have no intention of missing out on the first-place reward.

Whoosh-

Flashing here and there, Ryu Min reaped one of the players’ heads with his scythe.

Somehow, I must get stronger and reach the twentieth round.

“I don’t know how powerful the final boss will be, so I must become as strong as I can.”

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