The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

The undead, who moved like zombies, were effortlessly taken down by the blade’s strike.

Each time, the followers of Death Church were astonished by the notification that someone had passed.

Ryu Min, who had anticipated this outcome, did not show much surprise.

‘So, killing undead that were once human counts as murder.’

Even though he was killing summoned beings, the system perceived it as murder.

It was the same when he had slain the undead angels in the past.

‘I was surprised then when an additional reward was given.’

Just as Ryu Min had once been astonished, the followers of the Death Church now wore stunned expressions.

No one had expected that killing the undead would count towards passing the mission.

‘Neither did I, to be honest. I just hoped it would work because it had applied to the angels.’

This had been the plan he devised, based on that very hope.

‘Initially, the plan was just to let them kill each other off without intervention….’

But with the card of necromancy in hand, he thought of a different strategy.

After all, wasn’t it better to kill undead than to kill living people?

Squelch-! Stab!

“Argh!”

“Gah!”

Hundreds of summoned beings, created by John Delgado, were cut down by the members of the Death Church’s attacks.

Ryu Min watched this with satisfaction but was unaware of the strange look he was receiving from behind.

‘Why are John Delgado’s summons allowing themselves to be killed?’

When she first saw the approaching horde of summons, Christine had prepared for a fierce battle.

She assumed John Delgado had come to kill her again.

But strangely, the undead showed no intention of attacking.

Even she, who had no combat ability, could kill them easily with her blade.

That made it even more surprising.

‘Why? Why are they coming to be killed? I thought John Delgado had sent them to attack the Death Church?’

Christine was not the only one puzzled by this.

‘What is that idiot doing?’

It was none other than Berber.

‘He’s wasting valuable summons!’

Berber couldn’t comprehend John Delgado’s actions. He was already furious that the followers of the Cult of Despair had been wiped out, and now their leader was raising corpses only to throw them away pointlessly.

‘Damn it, I can’t just sit and watch this.’

Berber moved stealthily.

‘This is my chance. If I kill the cult leader now, I can become the new leader of the Cult of Despair.’

Though he would have to start from scratch without any followers, he was confident he could gather them over time.

He crept up behind John, raising his axe high.

‘Die.’

But before he could bring it down, something fell.

‘What?’

It was his own arms, still gripping the axe.

So stunned that he forgot to scream, Berber then saw a winged, ethereal undead holding a curved blade.

It was Sariel, John Delgado’s strongest summon.

“Ahhhh!”

Whether he screamed out of shock at seeing an archangel or from the pain was unclear, but it didn’t matter.

For John Delgado, the most important thing was to eliminate traitors.

“You thought I didn’t know you were after my position?”

“You, you…!”

John Delgado smirked and gave a cold command.

“Kill him, Sariel.”

Before he even finished speaking, the curved blade swept across Berber’s neck.

Thud—

John Delgado watched the fallen face dispassionately, feeling a surge of gratitude towards his master.

If not for the warning from the Black Scythe, it would have been his own head rolling on the ground.

From a distance, Ryu Min, who saw that John had survived, smirked.

‘Now, the Cult of Despair is finished. No more unforeseen variables.’

The only remaining variable was the impending assault by the archangels, which could come at any time, so he couldn’t let his guard down yet.

Squelch—!

With the sound of a blade sinking into flesh, the last summoned being fell.

Once all the undead had perished, Ryu Min turned to the followers of the Cult of the Reaper.

“Is there anyone here who hasn’t passed yet?”

All the followers shook their heads.

All 400 members of the Cult of the Reaper had made it to the list of survivors.

“That was fortunate. Who would have thought killing the undead would count towards passing?”

Feigning ignorance, he acted like he didn’t know that this had all been part of his plan.

As the situation settled, a voice suddenly called out.

“Stop fighting now! We’ve reached the limit for the survivors!”

Everyone’s gaze turned to the progress display.

[Current number of survivors: 1,152]

[Current number of successful participants: 1,152/1,152]

Survivors and successful participants were now equal.

This meant further killing was meaningless.

Those who hadn’t planned to kill more than necessary laid down their weapons and backed away.

‘Only one task remains now.’

All they had to do was endure until the time limit was up.

Though they couldn’t be completely at ease, as someone might suddenly decide to attack.

Amidst the tense silence, Christine still couldn’t shake her doubts.

‘What’s going on? John Delgado’s summons showed no intent to attack. It was as if they wanted us to kill them to survive.’

The Black Scythe had said to observe the situation, and the summons had appeared at just the right moment.

They had shown no intention to attack.

Was this all a coincidence?

Christine shook her head as if trying to erase her suspicions.

‘No, it can’t be. It’s absurd to think the Black Scythe orchestrated this. It makes more sense to believe he foresaw the future.’

Just as she cleared her mind of these thoughts, the time limit ended.

[The time limit has ended.]

[You have successfully completed the second mission.]

[Survivors: 1,152; Deaths: 1,151]

[Congratulations! The third mission will begin shortly.]

Ryu Min looked for Christine upon seeing the message.

“You know, right? Your role in the third mission is crucial.”

“Yes… I know.”

Christine nodded, but Ryu Min caught a momentary flicker of worry on her face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. Just focus on maintaining your skill. A thousand lives depend on it.”

“Understood, Black Scythe. I won’t let you down.”

Christine finally showed a determined gaze.

The followers of the Death Church, who had been briefed beforehand, swallowed nervously, knowing how dangerous and difficult the third mission would be.

Of course, those outside the Death Church awaited the announcement without much concern.

Then it happened.

“Huh? What’s that?”

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