The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 176 (Part 2)

Chapter 176: The People Chasing the Black Scythe (Part 2)

At the same time.

There were many people in other countries thinking the same as Ma Kyung-rok.

“Didn’t the angel clearly say? You get points for killing other players.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Chinese player [Shizhikang] had a sinister smile.

Ordinary people might hesitate to kill, but not him.

Having ascended to a high-ranking position in the underworld in his late 20s thanks to his unusual talent, killing was easy for him.

“Earning points is damn easy. Just kill every bastard you see, right?”

“Yes, boss. But you must not kill Chinese players.”

“Do you think I don’t know that, you bastard? You think I’m stupid damn it!”

He pretended to strike, and his subordinate immediately apologized.

“I spoke out of turn. I’m sorry.”

Even in this otherworld, his subordinate acted subserviently without complaint.

After all, Shizhikang’s skill in killing was well recognized.

“Listen carefully if you don’t want to die. We need to survive to the end and take over the high-ranking positions.”

“Sorry!”

“We will follow you, Shizhikang!”

With nine subordinates bowing their heads, Shizhikang smiled contentedly.

“That’s what I like to hear. I’ll make sure we all survive.”

A world led by players would come.

Ordinary people would become slaves, and only the players who survived to the end would reign as kings.

‘The same goes for the underworld. As long as we survive, we can eliminate all competitors.’

Currently, the underworld is dominated by players.

Older, ordinary executives had long been purged.

The members now in power were naturally in their 20s, and Shizhikang was one of them, having quickly risen to an executive position by proving his abilities.

Shizhikang also dreamed of rising to a higher ranking.

To achieve that dream, he will kill players from other countries as much as needed.

Killing was his specialty as a berserker job.

“From now on, we hunt players from other countries. Think of them as monsters. Kill them without showing any mercy as soon as you see them. That’s how we survive.”

“But Shizhikang, how do we distinguish players from other countries? We can’t see their nicknames, and their appearances are probably customized.”

“You idiot. You can tell by talking to them. We don’t speak the same language.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Now that you understand, let’s move. Use your detection skills and kill any bastards you find.”

“Hehehe, got it.”

Shizhikang, smiling with his subordinates, immediately put his plan into action.

There were two red dots nearby.

“Let’s go!”

With swords drawn, they quickly closed the distance.

Judging by their appearance, they seemed to be Western players.

“What the…?”

The Western player sensed them approaching but it was too late.

“Hey, you guys aren’t Chinese, right?”

“What…?”

“I knew it. White bastards.”

Without hesitation, Shizhikang used his skill.

‘Crimson Grip.’

Out of nowhere, a giant red hand appeared and grabbed one of the Western players.

Dragged right in front of him, a red sword fell on the Western player’s head.

Swish-!

“Ho, holy shit!!!”

The remaining Western player, panicked, tried to run without looking back.

He would have if he hadn’t been stabbed by Shizhikang’s subordinates.

Stab- Stab- Stab-!

“Gah…”

Looking at the Western player who died skewered, Shizhikang asked his subordinates.

“Who got the last hit?”

“I think I did.”

“How many points did you get?”

“I got 290 points.”

“Really? I got 350 points. That’s strange.”

Regardless of the highs and lows, why did the points vary from person to person?

Staring at the corpse, Shizhikang pondered.

Then he came to one conclusion.

‘Could it be that the points vary based on level?’

If the level was low, fewer points were awarded; if the level was high, more points were given.

‘Then the higher the level, the more points we get?’

Suddenly, one person came to mind.

The player who held the top level among all, the world’s number one ranked player, Black Scythe.

‘His level was 90, right?’

If he could just kill the Black Scythe, he might earn an unimaginable amount of points.

‘It’s well known that he’s a Korean player. If I kill him, I can shoot straight to the top spot. Being the zone representative would be a bonus.’

He smirked, but the problem was how to kill him.

While thinking, Shizhikang’s gaze slowly shifted to his subordinates.

‘Should I use them as bait? Moreover, I can speak a little Korean.’

Pretending to be a Korean, he could approach while using his subordinates as shields to deliver a fatal blow.

This plan seemed feasible.

‘I need to keep this secret from them. Just hearing the name Black Scythe might scare some of these idiots.’

Just then, one of his subordinates dragged in an Asian man.

“Shizhikang! We caught someone trying to escape nearby. You can kill him yourself for points.”

“W-why are you doing this? I have no intention of fighting. I was just passing by!”

“Wait a moment.”

Listening to the man’s words, Shizhikang’s eyes gleamed.

“Are you Korean?”

“Huh? Oh, y-yes, you speak Korean?”

“A little.”

“Oh, thank goodness. P-please, tell them to let me go. Please…”

“Before that, let me ask you something. Have you ever seen Black Scythe?”

“The Black Scythe? Yes, I have. We were in the same zone.”

“Really?”

Shizhikang grinned and placed his sword against the Korean’s neck.

“Eek!”

“Do you have the tracking skill?”

“I-I have it!”

“Then guide us to Black Scythe right now if you don’t want to die.”At the same time.

There were many people in other countries thinking the same as Ma Kyung-rok.

“Didn’t the angel clearly say? You get points for killing other players.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Chinese player [Shizhikang] had a sinister smile.

Ordinary people might hesitate to kill, but not him.

Having ascended to a high-ranking position in the underworld in his late 20s thanks to his unusual talent, killing was easy for him.

“Earning points is damn easy. Just kill every bastard you see, right?”

“Yes, boss. But you must not kill Chinese players.”

“Do you think I don’t know that, you bastard? You think I’m stupid damn it!”

He pretended to strike, and his subordinate immediately apologized.

“I spoke out of turn. I’m sorry.”

Even in this otherworld, his subordinate acted subserviently without complaint.

After all, Shizhikang’s skill in killing was well recognized.

“Listen carefully if you don’t want to die. We need to survive to the end and take over the high-ranking positions.”

“Sorry!”

“We will follow you, Shizhikang!”

With nine subordinates bowing their heads, Shizhikang smiled contentedly.

“That’s what I like to hear. I’ll make sure we all survive.”

A world led by players would come.

Ordinary people would become slaves, and only the players who survived to the end would reign as kings.

‘The same goes for the underworld. As long as we survive, we can eliminate all competitors.’

Currently, the underworld is dominated by players.

Older, ordinary executives had long been purged.

The members now in power were naturally in their 20s, and Shizhikang was one of them, having quickly risen to an executive position by proving his abilities.

Shizhikang also dreamed of rising to a higher ranking.

To achieve that dream, he will kill players from other countries as much as needed.

Killing was his specialty as a berserker job.

“From now on, we hunt players from other countries. Think of them as monsters. Kill them without showing any mercy as soon as you see them. That’s how we survive.”

“But Shizhikang, how do we distinguish players from other countries? We can’t see their nicknames, and their appearances are probably customized.”

“You idiot. You can tell by talking to them. We don’t speak the same language.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Now that you understand, let’s move. Use your detection skills and kill any bastards you find.”

“Hehehe, got it.”

Shizhikang, smiling with his subordinates, immediately put his plan into action.

There were two red dots nearby.

“Let’s go!”

With swords drawn, they quickly closed the distance.

Judging by their appearance, they seemed to be Western players.

“What the…?”

The Western player sensed them approaching but it was too late.

“Hey, you guys aren’t Chinese, right?”

“What…?”

“I knew it. White bastards.”

Without hesitation, Shizhikang used his skill.

‘Crimson Grip.’

Out of nowhere, a giant red hand appeared and grabbed one of the Western players.

Dragged right in front of him, a red sword fell on the Western player’s head.

Swish-!

“Ho, holy shit!!!”

The remaining Western player, panicked, tried to run without looking back.

He would have if he hadn’t been stabbed by Shizhikang’s subordinates.

Stab- Stab- Stab-!

“Gah…”

Looking at the Western player who died skewered, Shizhikang asked his subordinates.

“Who got the last hit?”

“I think I did.”

“How many points did you get?”

“I got 290 points.”

“Really? I got 350 points. That’s strange.”

Regardless of the highs and lows, why did the points vary from person to person?

Staring at the corpse, Shizhikang pondered.

Then he came to one conclusion.

‘Could it be that the points vary based on level?’

If the level was low, fewer points were awarded; if the level was high, more points were given.

‘Then the higher the level, the more points we get?’

Suddenly, one person came to mind.

The player who held the top level among all, the world’s number one ranked player, Black Scythe.

‘His level was 90, right?’

If he could just kill the Black Scythe, he might earn an unimaginable amount of points.

‘It’s well known that he’s a Korean player. If I kill him, I can shoot straight to the top spot. Being the zone representative would be a bonus.’

He smirked, but the problem was how to kill him.

While thinking, Shizhikang’s gaze slowly shifted to his subordinates.

‘Should I use them as bait? Moreover, I can speak a little Korean.’

Pretending to be a Korean, he could approach while using his subordinates as shields to deliver a fatal blow.

This plan seemed feasible.

‘I need to keep this secret from them. Just hearing the name Black Scythe might scare some of these idiots.’

Just then, one of his subordinates dragged in an Asian man.

“Shizhikang! We caught someone trying to escape nearby. You can kill him yourself for points.”

“W-why are you doing this? I have no intention of fighting. I was just passing by!”

“Wait a moment.”

Listening to the man’s words, Shizhikang’s eyes gleamed.

“Are you Korean?”

“Huh? Oh, y-yes, you speak Korean?”

“A little.”

“Oh, thank goodness. P-please, tell them to let me go. Please…”

“Before that, let me ask you something. Have you ever seen Black Scythe?”

“The Black Scythe? Yes, I have. We were in the same zone.”

“Really?”

Shizhikang grinned and placed his sword against the Korean’s neck.

“Eek!”

“Do you have the tracking skill?”

“I-I have it!”

“Then guide us to Black Scythe right now if you don’t want to die.”