The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Countless beings poured in, one after another.

They just kept coming, until the sheer number of troops became too vast to take in at a glance.

Eventually, the gates closed, and the influx of soldiers stopped.

Comparing the two armies at a glance, it was clear that the demons had the overwhelming advantage in numbers.

[In a few moments, the war will begin:

Angels: 5,000 (+286 players) VS Demons: 10,000.]

[The first side to have its forces reduced below 10% will be declared the loser.]

“Wait… The demons have twice as many troops?”

“C-Can we even win this?”

Anxiety spread across the players’ faces.

Since they had never fought demons before, their worries were understandable.

But soon enough, they would realize—

that demons weren’t as strong as they feared.

‘Demons are basically the equivalent of high orcs in terms of monsters. Of course, that’s just the weakest ones…’

Although they were at a numerical disadvantage, the angels weren’t inferior in strength.

Even a 6th-rank battle angel could handle a high orc alone with ease.

‘And it looks like there are not just 6th-rank angels, but also 5th, 4th, and even 3rd-rank ones mixed in.’

The rank of a battle angel could be identified by the insignia on their armor.

As Ryu Min scanned the battlefield, his gaze landed on something particularly interesting.

Even a 1st-rank angel was present.

His lips curled into a wide grin, like a predator spotting its prey.

But what truly excited him was something else entirely.

His prediction was correct—Michael had arrived.

[Black Scythe.]

“Oh, you’re here?”

Ryu Min greeted him casually, but Michael seemed hesitant as if he were walking on thin ice.

[I’d like to speak with you alone for a moment.]

“Fine.”

Michael, wary of prying eyes, led Ryu Min to a secluded area.

Seeing him up close again, Ryu Min smirked.

“You actually survived? I was wondering if you were dead.”

[Fortunately, your plan worked. We managed to deceive the gods.]

But despite saying that, Michael looked uneasy.

“Why do you look like that? Like a puppy about to take a dump.”

[Hmm… The thing is, I have a favor to ask of you…]

Watching him hesitate, Ryu Min immediately saw through it.

His expression was unnatural.

‘This bastard… is acting.’

Sure enough, despite looking hesitant, Michael was calculating his words carefully like he was following a script.

“What kind of favor?”

[I need you to go talk to the Demon Grand Duke.]

“…You want me to meet the Demon Grand Duke?”

[The gods still want you to be handed over to the Demon Grand Duke. But don’t worry, I’m not planning to betray you. We just need to make it look like you’re meeting him. If they see the two of you talking, they’ll assume we’ve fulfilled the agreement. They won’t be able to hear what’s actually said.]

“So you’re saying I just need to show up and make it look like a meeting? No need to actually surrender to him?”

[Exactly, exactly. It’s not a difficult request, is it?]

Ryu Min nodded.

It really wasn’t a difficult request.

He had already planned to meet Plunictos during Round 18 anyway.

The problem was…

Michael was lying to him.

‘This bastard left out key details about their deal. And the fact that if I step foot into the Demon Lord’s castle, I won’t be able to leave.’

Michael was pretending it wasn’t dangerous—just a simple conversation.

But in reality, it was anything but that.

The Demon Lord’s castle was like the Heavenly Realm—not just anyone could enter or leave freely.

If a player stepped inside, they would never be able to leave unless Plunictos personally allowed it.

[If you’re worried about getting trapped, don’t be. Just exchange a few words with the Demon Grand Duke and then escape back to our side. There won’t be any issues.]

Michael’s tone was meant to reassure him.

But Ryu Min and Michael both knew the truth—he wouldn’t be able to escape.

‘You traitorous bastard. You were going on about how I need to survive so you can become a god… and now you’re trying to sell me out to the demons?’

Through Michael’s thoughts, Ryu Min learned what had actually happened.

Michael had exchanged the Akashic Record’s authority for an extension to Round 18 and agreed to hand Ryu Min over.

He wasn’t sure exactly what the Akashic Record was, but—

‘So he feared losing the war more than he wanted to become a god.’

Ryu Min understood his reasoning.

But the fact that Michael was trying to send him to his death with a straight face was infuriating.

Of course, Ryu Min had also planned to use Michael and kill him later.

‘But I guess I won’t be using him for much longer. Not that I expected any better.’

Oblivious to the fact that he had just signed his own death sentence, Michael pressed for an answer.

[So, will you do it?]

Ryu Min’s lips curled into a sinister grin.

“Of course.”

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