The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

‘Damn it.’

John Delgado had been hopeful.

He hoped Yang Chuiwen’s subordinates had cut off Black Scythe’s head.

That they had avenged him against that damned bastard.

But.

[The location of the target ‘Black Scythe’ has been identified.]

[It is currently 501 meters away.]

[Follow the arrow ahead to track the target.]

After entering the Otherworld, he used the tracking ability and detected Black Scythe.

‘Black Scythe, that bastard is still alive!’

If Black Scythe was alive, it meant Yang Chuiwen’s operation had failed.

‘Why? We confirmed until the end that Black Scythe was residing there and carried out the plan. Why couldn’t they kill him?’

It was a simple operation to infiltrate the villa after midnight and stab him in the neck.

According to the plan, Black Scythe should have died shortly after entering the Otherworld.

‘But he’s alive and well.’

What happened could only be known upon returning.

For now, he knew nothing.

‘Should I proceed with the next operation?’

He recalled Swingman’s plan to reconcile and become friendly with Black Scythe.

‘Damn it, no way. Am I crazy to… with that bastard…?’

Bowing his head and fawning over the one who had severed his limbs?

There couldn’t be anything more humiliating.

‘Swingman, you devil….’

He wanted to kill that Indian who came up with that damned plan, but now there was no choice.

He had to find Black Scythe according to the plan.

‘Sigh. I really don’t want to do this.’

He had believed firmly that Yang Chuiwen’s operation would succeed, so he wasn’t mentally prepared for this.

While cursing Swingman again, an angel appeared and explained the 12th round’s mission.

‘Clear five trials? Form a five-person party?’

Forming a party wasn’t the problem.

There were nearly 200 members of the Despair Chuch he had gathered.

He just needed to select the most useful talents and form a party.

‘The problem is that we don’t have information about the trials.’

He couldn’t just randomly pick anyone.

Not knowing what kind of trials would appear, he had to choose from as diverse a range of classes as possible.

But seeing others move quickly made him anxious.

Moreover, didn’t the angel say so?

That two people would be eliminated.

‘There’s no time to hesitate. I need to form a party quickly….’

Because of the given mission, he couldn’t move his feet.

‘Damn it, do I really have to bow my head to Black Scythe?’

Since he needed to form a party anyway, now was the opportunity.

He could go to Black Scythe, apologize for the last incident, and ask him to form a party.

‘Ah, no. Even if I’m beaten to death, my pride won’t allow it.’

Even if he hid a dagger in his arms, he didn’t have the courage to do such a thing.

Even if offered a fortune, he couldn’t bring himself to fawn over someone he wanted to kill.

“Sigh…”

While sighing, John Delgado habitually used the tracking ability and then opened his eyes wide.

‘What’s this?’

The distance to Black Scythe had decreased compared to before.

No, for some reason, it was decreasing in real time.

As if he was coming this way.

[It is currently 363 meters away.]

[It is currently 222 meters away.]

[It is currently 113 meters away.]

………………

…………

[It is currently 31 meters away.]

As it finally came into a visible distance, John Delgado took his eyes off the message.

And slowly opened his mouth in surprise.

Black Scythe was indeed approaching.

“Hey, John Delgado. How have you been?”

“…….”

Waving his hand like an old friend, Black Scythe spoke with a brazen face.

“Are your limbs alright?”

“…….”

“Still attached, huh? That’s a relief.”

John Delgado remained silent.

He was too flabbergasted to even ask what was going on.

‘He came to find me himself….’

He was curious about the reason but scared to ask.

Last time, he had said something wrong and got his limbs cut off.

‘What’s that bastard up to now….’

He wanted to kick that mouth and pull out his tongue immediately, but he knew it was impossible.

Thus, John concealed his bewilderment and spoke.

More respectfully than before.

“What… what brings you here?”

“I’ll get straight to the point. John Delgado. Let’s form a party.”

John’s eyes widened.

It was an unexpected proposal.

“A p-party? What do you mean….”

“There’s an open spot in our team. You’re the only one who can fill it.”

Now that he looked, Black Scythe had come with other teammates.

Two men and one woman.

Among them, one man had a familiar nickname.

“Huh? Jeffy?”

Wasn’t Jeffy the assassin that Swingman had hired to find Black Scythe’s hideout?

“Jeffy, why are you here?”

“Do you know me?”

Jeffrey pretended not to know him even upon seeing the necromancer.

It was Ryu Min’s instruction to act like they were strangers.

So John tilted his head as if unsure.

‘Doesn’t he recognize me because of the customization?’

On the other hand, although the nickname was the same, Jeffy’s appearance in the Otherworld was different, perhaps due to customization.

‘Could he have lied about the nickname?’

John wondered if the Jeffy he met, in reality, was different from this one.

“Do you know Jeffy?”

“N-no. I must have mistaken you for someone else.”

John Delgado awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

Logically, there was no way Black Scythe would hang out with someone who had been spying on him.

He also seemed to be seeing him for the first time.

Now wasn’t the time to think about Jeffy.

He had received an unexpected proposal.

‘If I join, it makes five.’

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