The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Ryu Min received word that the foreign players he had rescued wished to join him.

Although it seemed their gratitude for saving their lives motivated their decision, Ryu Min thought otherwise.

‘They must’ve realized it by now—sticking with me significantly increases their chances of survival.’

His actions during the 15th round, particularly how he looked out for the members of the Death Church, likely reinforced their desire to join. Perhaps they also believed he would reveal the strategy for the next round.

‘In any case, this is good. Unifying all players under the Death Church is the ideal scenario.’

Collaboration would be critical in the upcoming quests, making it vital to rally the players into a single group. The Death Church offered the perfect means for this unity.

‘Let’s see how far things have come.’

As Ryu Min stepped into the Death Church’s courtyard, all eyes immediately turned to him.

Understandably so—after all, a man in a white mask walking around in reality was a rare sight.

“Black Scythe!”

Thanks to his heavy exposure in the media, people recognized him at a glance.

“Huh, Sect Leader.”

“You’ve arrived, Black Scythe.”

“Why are there so many people here? Didn’t you say there were only about ten on the phone?”

“They multiplied before I knew it. Haha…”

Roughly twenty individuals were gathered in the courtyard, all players of diverse nationalities.

“Alright. Let’s proceed with the interviews.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tae-seok promptly turned away, giving Ryu Min no chance to read his thoughts. Ryu Min merely sat at the designated spot and prepared to conduct the interviews.

“Those wishing to join, please form a single line.”

At Em Jun-seok’s words, the crowd moved in perfect order.

“Greetings. I am Cardinal Em Jun-seok. I’ll distribute these application forms. Please read through them and check the consent box. It would also help if you filled in some personal details.”

Once they had diligently completed their forms, the players approached the masked man one by one.

With fluent English, Ryu Min asked, “You want to join the Death Church?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Why?”

“I was deeply moved by your sacrifice during the last round. I felt I could trust and follow you without hesitation…”

The man listed his reasons at length, but Ryu Min knew the truth lay elsewhere.

“To survive, I have to stick to Black Scythe.”

Despite knowing their real motives, Ryu Min did not reject them. After all, seeking shelter under the strong for survival was a perfectly human reaction.

“Your membership is approved.”

“Th-thank you!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The man’s character didn’t seem bad, so Ryu Min granted his request without much fuss.

“Next.”

As the interviews continued, new players kept arriving. Some appeared as if they had boarded a plane to Korea the moment they woke up, lining up like sausages in a row.

‘The 15th round must have shaken them to their core.’

The growing number of recruits was a good thing, so Ryu Min continued the interviews without complaint.

Two days passed like this.

Ryu Min informed his brother he wouldn’t be home and decided to stay at the Death Church’s quarters. Since new applicants kept showing up whenever he tried to rest, he conducted interviews day and night.

By the third day, over 150 new players had joined.

‘Might as well aim for 25 more to round it off.’

With 25 more recruits, practically every player in the world would be part of the Death Church. Among them, he particularly hoped to recruit the archmage Alex and the divine archer Dorothy.

‘I need to bring at least those two aboard.’

Although he briefly considered the possibility that they might not come, he dismissed the thought.

‘No, they have no choice if they want to survive the next round.’

Ryu Min waited patiently.

By midday, a group of players finally arrived.

“Is this the Death Church?”

“It is. Are you here to join?”

“Yes. Could we meet Black Scythe?”

“Of course. Please fill out this application form, and you’ll have a one-on-one interview with him.”

The man handed his completed form to Ryu Min, whose pupils momentarily trembled as he read the details.

[Name: Alex Pearson]

[Nickname: Alex]

[Nationality: Germany]

[Level: 69]

[Otherworld Class: Archmage]

[Age: 25]

[Date of Birth: September 24, 1997]

[Reason for Joining: Survival.]

‘So this is Archmage Alex?’

The man’s chubby frame and glasses made him look far from the sleek figure he had envisioned.

“Your nickname is Alex?”

“That’s correct.”

“Why do you wish to join the Death Church?”

“I’ll be honest. I think I stand a better chance of surviving with you, Black Scythe.”

It was a reminder not to judge people by their appearance. While Alex’s physique suggested laziness, the determination in his eyes was unmistakable. And there was no need to question his talent.

“Very well. You’re approved.”

“…”

Stunned by how quickly he had passed, Alex stared at Ryu Min in disbelief.

“What are you waiting for? Make way for the next applicant.”

“Ah, um, before I leave, may I ask a question?”

The earnestness in Alex’s gaze suggested this was something he had long wondered about.

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you call my name during the 15th round?”

‘Because I know you’ll survive until the 18th round.’

Ryu Min couldn’t say that out loud. For now, he was Black Scythe, not a prophet.

“For no particular reason.”

“Pardon?”

“You just caught my eye. That’s all.”

“Ah…”

Though surprised, Alex wasn’t disappointed.

“So that’s it? I guess I overthought it.”

Accepting the answer calmly, Alex maintained a positive outlook. True to form, his character was as reliable as ever.

“Thank you for your answer. I’ll see you around.”

“Take care.”

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