The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

[6th Summon]

[Players: 576 vs High Orcs: 576]

[Round will end in 30 minutes.]

[Time remaining until the round ends: 00:29:59]

Along with the summoning message, High Orcs with dark, rough skin appeared, snorting violently.

But no one paid any attention to the orcs.

This was because the ten angels who appeared with halos on their backs were overwhelmingly more intimidating.

[Is this the human world?]

Baruel, who was visiting the human realm for the first time, something he’d only heard about, looked down at the swarming humans as if they were ants and ground his teeth.

‘I can’t believe I have to dirty my hands because of these bug-like creatures.’

The irritation bubbling within him subsided quickly.

Upon seeing the humans clashing with the High Orcs, he found it entertaining.

[Shall I enjoy the view while I’m here?]

[Sure, Baruel. No need to rush, is there? Keke.]

The ten first-class angels leisurely observed the battle from the sky.

They knew enough to recognize that High Orcs were far inferior monsters compared to themselves.

[To think humans are struggling so desperately against such trivial monsters.]

[Humans truly are frail and weak.]

[There aren’t even many of them, and yet they drag things out like this.]

[If it were us, we would’ve killed them all with a single blow.]

Though they sneered and ridiculed, they still found the sight amusing.

Watching beings of a similar level fight each other was a perfect source of entertainment.

At that moment, Demiel asked Baruel:

[Aren’t you going to step in? Our original purpose is to assist the monsters and disrupt the humans, isn’t it?]

[That’s the official reason. But do we really need to get involved in this battle? I could clean up all the humans here by myself if I wanted to.]

Baruel had no intention of helping the monsters or interfering in the battle.

[Let’s allow the humans to enjoy themselves for a bit longer.]

He wanted to reserve the time solely for himself—

The time to massacre the humans after the battle ended.

[Do as you wish. The humans are all yours, anyway.]

[You’ve got 25 minutes left. Kill or spare them however you like. Keke.]

Baruel smirked without needing further instruction.

‘I’ll tear them apart limb by limb, one by one, and make them die in agony.’

Even 25 minutes wouldn’t be enough for him to vent his frustrations.

Hwarrrk—Bang, Bang!

“Chweeeek!”

“Kiiiiik!”

For players who weren’t even level 70, High Orcs were tough opponents.

Had they faced them one-on-one, there would have been casualties for sure.

However, they were a team.

With the exception of Black Scythe, 575 players cooperated, guarding each other’s backs and coordinating their movements.

Thanks to that synergy, the number of High Orcs quickly dwindled.

“Phew. Looks like they’re all dead?”

“Anyone injured?”

They glanced around to see if there were any casualties, but everyone was unharmed.

Only the corpses of monsters littered the island.

“Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like we have any deaths.”

“Then, what’s left now is……”

All eyes turned toward the sky in unison.

Was it because of the hundreds of gazes focused on them?

One of the angels slowly descended.

[I enjoyed watching your fight, humans. Such a child’s play…]

Baruel stopped speaking and shielded his body with his wings.

Bang! Bang!

“We hit it!”

“That landed perfectly, didn’t it?”

The mages who had launched fireballs cheered, their faces lighting up with excitement.

But their smiles vanished when they saw that not a single feather had been singed.

No, to be precise, it wasn’t an entirely unscathed face.

His expression was twisted in anger, enough to resemble a demon.

[Y-you filthy trash…… How dare you attack me, the noble one, while I’m speaking…….]

“We don’t have time to stand around!”

“Shoot again!”

Lightning magic, ice spells, fireballs, arrows, thrown spears, and even daggers—Every long-range attack they could muster was directed at Baruel.

There was no other reason for their actions:

Don’t wait until they descend to the ground.

Don’t give them a chance to speak; launch a preemptive strike.

Focus all attacks on the first angel to appear.

It was a strategy for fighting combat angels as instructed by Black Scythe.

Fwoosh—!

Sssssk—!

Crackle—!

The barrage of attacks bombarded Baruel’s wings.

If he were a sixth-class angel, he would have been reduced to a pulp already.

But Baruel was a first-class angel.

The strongest among the trained elite, second only to the seven archangels, Baruel was the pinnacle of angelic warriors.

[Playtime is over.]

The moment Baruel, who had been shielding himself with his wings, vanished, people froze in confusion, having lost their target.

But Baruel reappeared in an instant.

[Here.]

“Gasp!”

Before a player could even turn around,

Slash—!

Their head was severed and fell to the ground.

The ‘Feather Blade,’ a weapon distributed exclusively to first-class angels, emitted a menacing aura.

As the horrified onlookers stared, Baruel smirked.

[Did you humans really think you could challenge someone like me?]

“Ki-kill……”

The nearby player, who had tried to say something, could not finish their sentence.

The Feather Blade slashed through their body, armor and body.

A player who swung their arm in panic had their weapon cut clean in half.

Another who raised an axe to strike was decapitated along with their arms.

One who tried to flee in terror was impaled through the back, dying instantly.

There wasn’t even time to scream.

In less than ten seconds, 15 players around Baruel had fallen, reduced to corpses.

An ambiguous level of power could inspire a desire to fight, but overwhelming power could only instill fear.

Baruel’s power was, without a doubt, in the latter category.

He slaughtered people so mercilessly, making it clear that anyone who dared approach him would be torn apart.

“S-stop!”

“E-everyone, stop attacking him!”

Had they realized they were nothing more than moths rushing into a flame?

The players hesitated, backing away.

Seeing this, Baruel sneered.

[What’s the matter? Won’t you come any closer?]

“……”

[I was just starting to have fun, but now you’re ruining it by giving up so easily? Are you really not going to come at me anymore?]

“P-please stop this.”

One brave player stepped forward and tried to plead.

“Why are you doing this to us? We’re not just ordinary people—we’re players.”

[I know.]

“Aren’t angels supposed to avoid interfering with players? That’s the unspoken rule, isn’t it?”

[Who told you that?]

Baruel chuckled.

[You’re nothing but vermin. If we angels want, we can kill you anytime we please.]

“If that’s true, then why bother with this survival game…”

[That’s none of your business. What matters is that all of you will die here today.]

That statement was effectively a death sentence.

Despair cast its shadow over the players’ faces.

“W-what did we do to deserve this…?”

[You attacked me first, and now you’re asking what you did wrong?]

Baruel let out a mocking laugh and closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

“Gasp!”

The terrified man’s sharp intake of breath became his final words.

Thunk—roll.

[I was already furious, and you humans had the audacity to attack me first. Doesn’t it make sense for me to snap? Killing every last one of you here won’t even begin to satisfy me.]

Baruel raised his Feather Blade, infusing it with divine power.

Woooom—

The feathers on the blade’s edge stiffened, transforming into razor-sharp spikes that shimmered like deadly needles.

[I won’t let a single one of you live.]

With that, Baruel unleashed his magic-infused feathers in a wide arc.

Puk— Puk-puk—!

“Urk!”

“Aaargh!”

The feathers shot out like a barrage of spikes, piercing through the players.

Many collapsed instantly, riddled with holes, while some miraculously survived.

It was thanks to Christine’s area-wide healing spell that a handful managed to cling to life.

“Everyone! At this point, we have no choice but to fight back!”

“That’s right! That angel doesn’t plan to let any of us live!”

The players, choosing to make a final stand rather than die helplessly, charged at Baruel with all they had.

[Foolish human scum. Have you still not learned your lesson?]

Baruel sneered and prepared to unleash his Feather Blade again.

But this time, he was forced to abandon his attack, quickly raising his blade to protect his face.

Two arrows came flying straight at his eyes.

Ting! Ting!

Had he reacted even a fraction of a second slower, he might have lost both eyes.

[You filthy insects… Who dares…?]

Baruel’s gaze burned with rage.

Someone had not only targeted his eyes but had done so with unerring precision.

He deflected another arrow aimed at his temple and scanned the crowd.

His sharp eyes immediately located the source—a player calmly drawing their bowstring.

[There you are, you little worm.]

I'm currently Translating the following novels: Pick Me Up! | A Frontline Soldier Awakened as a Gamer In The War! | The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player. If you want to support me and read more chapters please subscribe to my Patreon!