The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 197: Start of the 12th Round (1)

Chapter 197: Start of the 12th Round (1)

At the end of every month, players become more sensitive.

The moment they cross into another world, their real bodies are left defenseless.

Aside from a well-secured house, there’s nothing to protect their narcoleptic bodies.

It was the same now, with 30 minutes left until midnight on December 1st.

“Can’t we just hire regular bodyguards?”

When junior Jang Chen,

who was listening to the explanation, added a comment to his senior’s words, he immediately got smacked on the back of the head.

“Hey, idiot. Do you think players who trust no one but themselves would hire someone else? What if they get backstabbed like now?”

“Come on, would a bodyguard target a sleeping player? They wouldn’t make any money if they killed them.”

“They wouldn’t make money? You idiot. Another player who hired them for an assassination would pay them.”

“Now even bodyguards are being pursued into killing players?”

“Yeah, idiot. Don’t you know you can’t trust anyone in this situation? Anyway, you trust people too much, and that’s your problem.”

“Hehe…”

Jang Chen rubbed the back of his head and laughed foolishly.

“Now I understand why Black Scythe doesn’t have any bodyguards.”

“Exactly. No matter how strong you are, if someone slits your throat while you’re sleeping, you’re done for. Who would want to have someone around in that situation?”

“For that reason, isn’t that villa too shabby? It looks old and easy to break into.”

“All players live in well-secured houses. He probably thought that place would be safer because it’s the opposite.”

“That makes sense. As expected, you have great insight, brother.”

“Don’t flatter me. Do you think that’ll make me like you more?”

Though the senior responded sharply, his lips were already curling up.

He didn’t particularly like his naive junior, but he trusted him more because of it.

His knife skills were excellent, and sometimes his flattery even seemed cute.

“But how long do we have to wait? We’ve been here for an hour.”

“Oh, you poor fool. Why do you have so many complaints? Just wait without whining, idiot.”

He retracted his previous thought about him being cute.

When he acted thoughtlessly like this, his hand automatically went to the back of his head.

Maybe because of what was said, the senior looked back at the junior members of the Black Society crouching around him.

Including himself, there were five people in total.

An ample number for such an ambush.

One person was enough to slit a throat.

“Just wait a bit longer. There’s still 25 minutes until midnight.”

“My legs are numb, but I’ll endure it. You promised a hefty bonus once this job is done.”

“Don’t worry, idiots. Our boss always delivers on such promises.”

With grins, they waited patiently for midnight to come.

Time passed, and the moment arrived.

“Oh? The lights went out.”

The villa’s lights, which had been on all the time, went out.

It was five minutes before midnight.

“The target must be preparing to enter the other world.”

Naturally, they knew exactly which room the Black Scythe was in.

They had received the information from Yang Chiwen and even confirmed it with their own eyes.

Seeing the Black Scythe open and close the window.

“Should we move now?”

“Do you want to die? The boss said to move exactly at midnight.”

“Exactly at midnight?”

“Yeah. The time they fall into narcolepsy is exact. Moving then won’t be too late. You don’t need to be cautious. Even if a bomb goes off right next to him, he won’t wake up.”

“Aha.”

Nodding, Jang Chen looked at the time.

Tick-tick-tick!

It was exactly midnight.

“Good. Now let’s move….”

Just as the senior was about to initiate the operation, he was lost for words.

Thunk-thunk-

Jang Chen was stabbing his comrades in the throats while covering their mouths.

Thud-thud-

“You son of a…!”

As the senior tried to respond, he was swiftly cut down by Jang Chen’s sashimi knife.

Thunk-!

“Gah!”

Thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-!

The senior, who had been stabbed dozens of times in the belly, glared with disbelief.

As if asking how he could betray them.

“Don’t look at me like that. I serve a different master.”

Looking down at his senior’s dying body with lifeless eyes, Jang Chen lifted his head.

Four corpses lay in a pool of blood around him.

“Time to head back.”

The slaughter wasn’t over yet.

He had one more mission to complete.

Glancing at the villa, Jang Chen turned and walked in the opposite direction.

—

As soon as Ryu Min opened his eyes and saw the monochrome space, he knew.

The 12th round had begun.

And seeing his body intact after a few minutes, he realized.

Jang Chen had killed his comrades as planned.

‘He’s quite useful. Well, Yamti’s ability is.’

It wasn’t difficult to foil Yang Chiwen’s operation.

After controlling one of the Black Society members who had entered Korea, he made him betray them on the day of the operation.

‘Since I showed myself at the villa to prove I was there, they had no choice but to be fooled.’

In fact, Ryu Min stayed at the villa to make them believe so until the last moment.

He told his brother he would be away for a week.

‘Although it seems like I’ve been misunderstood as having a girlfriend because of that, it doesn’t matter. As long as I can protect Ryu Won.’

He left his real home, pretending the villa was his residence, to avoid any harm coming to his brother.

Someone might come for revenge on the Black Scythe, but it didn’t matter since the villa belonged to the late Lostyak.

‘That wasn’t the only instruction I gave to Jang Chen.’

By now, the guy who killed his comrades would be returning to China.

To carry out Yamti’s command to assassinate all Black Society members.

‘Since they’re on the same side, it won’t be hard. Most of the members will be dead by the end of the round.’

Yang Chiwen would find out after the round ended.

That he had been backstabbed.

And it would sting quite a bit.

Imagine returning to reality to find all your members dead.

And to top it off, the operation had failed. Yang Chiwen’s rage would be immense.

‘Why poke a sleeping lion?’

Ryu Min’s lips curled into a smirk.

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