The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 168 (Part 2)



Chapter 168 (Part 2)

Chapter 168: See You Again? (Part 2)

Tap-tap-tap.

Ju Seong-tak, limping, returned home in a sorry state.

Beep beep beep—ding dong—

Living on the top floor of a four-story multiplex, Ju Seong-tak threw his crutches aside.

“Damn it, damn it!”

As he fumed, he suddenly felt the pain in his ribs. Although he had used emergency treatment on the way, it seemed it wasn’t enough to mend the bones. His head was throbbing and his jaw ached—all reminders of the beating he had received.

“Damn it.”

Ju Seong-tak pulled a beer can from the fridge and sat down.

Pop—crack!

Gulp, gulp—he downed the can in one go and threw it away.

“Bastard… I’ll make sure to repay today’s humiliation.”

Naturally, he had no intention of letting it go. He was the type who couldn’t rest until he avenged a wrong. Ever since he killed his parents, he had resolved to live a life unrestrained by anything.

‘I shouldn’t have rushed in so recklessly…’

Uncharacteristically, he had been too impulsive. Even with a plan, it would have been tough to win. He should have laid a trap with a corpse, like before.

‘I got too excited the moment I saw him.’

The memory of the last four months of pain had come flooding back. He had spent all his living expenses on attaching fake limbs like a robot, living a wretched life. Though he managed to fund himself by selling items in the Player Place Market, being crippled remained unchanged.

‘I became a cripple, unable to even control my own body.’

His mind had been boiling with rage. He endured each day, driven by the thought of finding and killing that nameless bastard.

So, when he saw him today, he lost control.

“Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!”

Bam!

Punching the wall, he left a dent. Though he lacked limbs, he was still a player who had surpassed humans. He had enough confidence to win, and the odds were in his favor.

‘If only I could have used my skills, it would’ve been over…!’

His original plan was to cast the Curse of Fear and then stab with a dagger. But Ryu Min had struck his face first, giving him no chance to use his skills.

‘This taught me a lesson. Engaging him in close combat is dangerous.’

Clearly, Ryu Min had a warrior class with increased strength, while Ju Seong-tak was more of a mage. It was common knowledge that mages should keep their distance from warriors.

‘Instead of the Curse of Fear, I should have used Corpse Explosion. That would have been more effective.’

Last time, Ryu Min had resisted the Curse of Fear. He now realized that using Corpse Explosion had a better chance of success.

‘I won’t lose next time. I’ll prepare thoroughly and kill him.’

He didn’t know the bastard’s name or username, but he could find a way. Knowing that he was interested in the Grim Reaper Cult, he could visit the cult again to gather information about him.

‘If I find out his real name, I can track him with [Trace].’

If the leader refused to reveal this information due to privacy concerns, he’d torture him until he did.

As he chuckled to himself, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong—ding dong—

“Damn it, who the hell is it now? Can’t they be reasonable?”

Limping to the door, Ju Seong-tak opened it to find a burly, tattooed man in his 40s with a scornful expression.

“What?”

“Hey, is that how you greet someone? Is this for real?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Geez, a young punk speaking so rudely.”

Though the 40-year-old gangster, Kim Jong-seon, felt like punching him, he held back. ‘Youngsters nowadays think they own the world just because they’re players.’ He assumed the cripple in front of him was likely a player too.

‘Damn brat.’

Though he smirked disdainfully, Kim Jong-seon knew it wasn’t wise to provoke a player. It was common knowledge that ordinary people couldn’t stand up to players. So, he decided to hold his temper.

“What’s the matter?”

“Phew, I live downstairs. Earlier, I heard noises like someone banging the wall. Can you keep it down? I was napping, and it woke me up.”

“What? Napping?”

Ju Seong-tak stared at him in disbelief, but Kim Jong-seon turned and left, having said his piece.

“Anyway, keep it down.”

Hearing the door shut downstairs, Ju Seong-tak couldn’t close his own door out of sheer disbelief.

“Damn it, did that pig just mock me?”

Being disrespected by a non-player was infuriating.

Bam—

Shutting the door, Ju Seong-tak returned to the living room, sighing in frustration.

“What? I disturbed your nap? Do I have to cater to your nap schedule, you bastard?”

Infuriated, Ju Seong-tak retrieved his crutches from the hallway.

“Fine, since you’re awake, let me help you stay awake.”

He then began stomping the floor repeatedly.

Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam! Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam!

“How’s that? Bastard! Awake yet?”

Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam! Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam!

Ju Seong-tak, causing a racket, threw his crutches away in irritation. Then the doorbell rang again.

Ding dong—

“That bastard again?”

Hearing the doorbell, his anger peaked.

“Do they think I’m an easy target because I’m disabled? Fine, I’ll tear your guts out.”

Equipping his gear, Ju Seong-tak grabbed his dagger and limped to the door. But the person ringing the bell wasn’t the downstairs neighbor.

“Hey, long time no see.”

The guy who had humiliated him at the cult was now at his door smiling and waving.


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