The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

When asked if he was Lostyak, a strange answer came back.

“Black Scythe? Are you joking?”

“I’m telling you, I am Black Scythe.”

Even after repeating himself, Min Juri refused to believe it easily.

“Stop joking around. I’m being serious here.”

“I’m serious too.”

“There’s no way you’re Black Scythe.”

As if it wasn’t even worth considering, Min Juri dismissed the idea outright.

She didn’t seem to entertain even the slightest possibility that Ryu Min could be Black Scythe.

It also bruised his pride, if only a little.

He couldn’t help but wonder: Is there really such a big gap between me and Black Scythe right now?

“Why can’t I be Black Scythe?”

“For one, your height is completely different. Your voice, your vibe, everything about you is just… different. You’re two completely different people.”

“…….”

Seeing her deny it so strongly, it seemed that his effort to appear different, as part of his persona, had been quite successful.

So there’s no room for reconsideration, huh?

While he could prove it, her strong denial made him question whether it was even worth it to tell the truth.

Besides, he felt somewhat uneasy about what kind of fallout might occur if he proved his claim.

“If you’re going to come up with an excuse, at least make it a convincing one.”

“Fine. I’ll tell you the truth. I lied to you. My nickname isn’t Lostyak.”

“So I was right, huh? No wonder I couldn’t find you in the search.”

She didn’t believe he was Black Scythe but accepted this explanation readily.

At this rate, there’s no choice. I’ll have to hide my identity until the end.

Ryu Min concealed the truth with a plausible lie.

“When I said my nickname was Lostyak, it was back when we were with the Death Church, right? There were a lot of people around back then, so I deliberately gave a fake name.”

“Why?”

“Because it’d be a problem if the existence of the Prophet became known. It was my way of protecting myself. Attracting unnecessary attention would’ve been a burden.”

“Ah….”

She opened her mouth as if she understood but still seemed unsatisfied.

“Then what’s with the mismatch between your name and your appearance?”

“I have a rune that disrupts tracking from others. Even if someone knows my face and name, they won’t be able to track me because of it.”

“Ah….”

It was a fairly reasonable explanation.

(He’s not lying to me because he doesn’t want to tell me, is he?)

Reading her thoughts, Ryu Min could tell Min Juri wasn’t completely convinced, though she seemed to have accepted it for now. She probably figured he’d tell her the truth when the time was right.

I told her the truth, and she still doesn’t believe me.

To Min Juri, the idea of Ryu Min being Black Scythe seemed inconceivable, even in her imagination.

In a way, it’s a relief. If this is how she reacts now, the shock when she eventually finds out will be even greater….

He secretly hoped she’d continue not believing him.

Although he’d cleared up some misunderstandings, Min Juri still looked dissatisfied.

“Then what about Chrissy? Why did she come looking for you?”

So that’s what’s been bothering her?

Well, it wasn’t unreasonable. If the man you liked met with another woman alone at a hotel, it was bound to upset you.

“It’s nothing. She just came to hear my prophecy for the next round. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“She came looking for you without even saying anything just to hear a prophecy?”

“And you came looking for me without saying anything too.”

“…….”

Min Juri, momentarily at a loss for words, finally admitted she might’ve misunderstood.

“I’ll believe you. That there’s nothing between you two.”

“And what if there was something?”

“There can’t be! You’re mine…!”

Min Juri, flustered, quickly shut her mouth.

She’d almost said something embarrassing.

“Anyway, it’s not okay! Don’t give any attention to anyone else, got it?”

“Got it.”

Clearly embarrassed by what she said, Min Juri turned her head away sharply and sipped her coffee.

For Ryu Min, who could see through her thoughts, her actions only seemed sweet.

“While I’m here, I’ll share the strategy for Round 17.”

“…Uh, okay.”

***

Meanwhile, Heo Tae-seok sat deep in thought in the Church Leader’s Office.

Currently, there was only one person occupying his mind.

Alex Pearson. Is he really dividing people from the inside?

From what he’d observed so far, Alex had met with five individuals: Dorothy, Victor, Sophia, Russell, and Joo Yong-ho.

All of them were followers of the Death Church.

Why meet with them directly? For what purpose?

He couldn’t eavesdrop on their conversations, but it was suspicious nonetheless.

For Alex to personally visit them while traveling around the world meant it was likely something important.

He’s definitely up to something.

While Heo Tae-seok had a strong hunch, he lacked solid evidence.

If I could just gather evidence, it could help Black Scythe….

At that moment, his phone buzzed on the desk.

When he saw the caller ID, Heo Tae-seok hurriedly answered the call.

“Yes, Black Scythe. What’s the matter?”

“How many days until the regular gathering?”

Heo Tae-seok’s eyes shifted to the calendar on his desk.

“About four days left.”

“Move it up to tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

That meant gathering all the followers by the next day.

“Is something happening?”

“Remember the work we did together last time?”

“The work… you mean planting the Black Seeds among people?”

“Yes. We need to do it again. While we’re at it, I’ll also share the strategy for Round 17.”

To summon a demon and kill it again—such a ridiculous task.

He didn’t know why, but if it was an order from Black Scythe, it had to be followed.

“Understood. I’ll summon the followers right away.”

Though he ended the call with a calm voice, Heo Tae-seok’s expression shifted to one of anxiety the moment it ended.

What do I do? I’ll have to meet Black Scythe sooner than expected.

The original plan was to secure evidence that Alex was a traitor and reveal it publicly in Black Scythe’s presence.

But with the meeting moved up, time was running out.

I have to secure evidence. No matter what.

As he racked his brain, only one method came to mind.

I’ll have to ask him directly.

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