The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 100 (Part 2)

Chapter 100: The 7th Round Ends (Part 2)

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At lunchtime, Ryu Min and Min Juri sat down for a meal together. This meeting was primarily for Ryu Min to share information about Round 8 ahead of time.

“Is it too early to meet up? You seem a bit off,” Ryu Min observed.

Min Juri was in a more fragile mental state than Ryu Min had expected.

“Juri, what’s wrong? Don’t you have an appetite?” he inquired.

“Oh, no. It’s delicious; it’s just…” Min Juri began, struggling to articulate her feelings.

Despite her appetite, she was wrestling with a significant emotional shock.

“Was the illusion from Round 7 particularly distressing?” Ryu Min ventured to ask, trying to read her thoughts.

“I… I don’t know,” Min Juri stammered, unable to bring herself to discuss it further.

She feared that lifting her head would reveal her flushed face, so she kept it lowered.

“Oh… It’s not that it was distressing, but rather embarrassing,” Ryu Min responded, empathizing with her.

Having discerned her thoughts, he coughed awkwardly, uncertain of how to proceed.

It appeared that, despite his advice, resisting temptation was more challenging than he had anticipated.

“Regardless of what the illusion entailed, let’s put Round 7 behind us. It’s a round that’s already passed,” Ryu Min advised.

“Y-Yes, that’s true,” Min Juri agreed.

“Anyway, there’s something I want to tell you about Round 8,” Ryu Min continued.

In his usual fashion, Ryu Min delivered a prophecy. Jeffrey, the spy, who was nearby, was present, but there was no need for discretion. Ryu Min deliberately spoke loudly enough for Jeffrey to hear.

‘He’ll probably pass on my prophecy to Christine.’

Due to Christine’s skeptical nature, one prophecy wouldn’t suffice to gain her trust. Therefore, there was no harm in them overhearing the conversation.

“So, in Round 8, NPCs will appear, right?” Min Juri inquired.

“Yeah. I don’t know if they’re artificially created NPCs or beings from another dimension,” Ryu Min clarified.

This time, Ryu Min explained the strategy in greater detail. Unlike Round 7, Round 8 offered many opportunities to gain experience points. In other words, it was crucial to level up by exploiting various aspects. Ryu Min was providing as much assistance as possible at this time.

“And there’s one more thing to keep in mind,” Ryu Min added.

“What is it?” Min Juri asked.

“In Round 8, you won’t be able to accompany the Black Scythe as you did in the past.”

“Huh? Why?” Min Juri inquired, her eyes widening.

Ryu Min explained the reason for this change, which left Min Juri perplexed.

“Why? But the Black Scythe…”

“Why they’re making that choice, I don’t know. I can only foresee the future,” Ryu Min stated matter-of-factly.

He casually observed Min Juri, who appeared puzzled. Suddenly, memories of past experiences resurfaced in his mind—the girl who had learned his true identity and was at risk of being manipulated and harmed.

‘No, It’s just an illusion. It’s like a daydream. I won’t let that happen,’ Ryu Min vowed to himself. He was determined to ensure the safety of those around him at all costs.

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“In this world, the only one worth believing in is the Lord Jesus Christ. Repent and seek salvation, everyone. Hallelujah!”

“Hallelujah!”

“Praise the Lord!”

“We believe, we believe!”

Leaving behind the prayers of numerous faithful, Nilson concluded the worship and returned to his pastor’s office.

Christine, with her slightly puffy face, awaited her father, appearing somewhat anxious.

“Hmm? When did you get here?”

“Just a little while ago.”

“Well, what do you want to discuss?”

“Isn’t it about inquiring about Round 7?”

“I already heard about that through Jeffrey. A round filled with illusions, right?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of illusion did you witness?”

“It was related to you, Father.”

“Me?”

“Yes, Father… you were being threatened by the believers. I found myself in a situation where I had no choice but to commit suicide.”

“… That’s quite something. The more I think about it, the more sinister this sorcery becomes.”

“Father, it’s the work of the angels you believe in.”

“No, there’s no way. Those are evil spirits disguising themselves as angels. Sometimes Satan appears before us in familiar forms.”

“Then, you’re saying that all of this isn’t God’s will?”

“You’re stating the obvious. Is it due to a lack of faith? Or have you been ensnared by demons?”

“I just… seeing the things I believed in being betrayed in the illusions made my heart waver.”

“Don’t worry needlessly. You are the Messiah and the Savior sent by God in a bewildering world. Focus only on leveling up and saving people. Don’t entertain any other thoughts.”

“Yes…”

“Also, about the so-called Prophet you mentioned before.”

“The Korean guy?”

“Yes. When I asked Jeffrey, it seemed that his prophecy was somewhat accurate.”

“Do not be ensnared by temptation, right? That’s correct. Honestly, I didn’t believe it at first, but it turned out to be the key to clearing the quest.”

“Then, it might be a good idea to get closer to that Prophet.”

“Really?”

The unexpected statement caused Christine to widen her eyes. It wasn’t something she expected to hear from her conservative father.

“Do you believe him just because he got one thing right?”

“Even if it’s a lucky guess… what do you think, Christine?”

The unexpected remark left Christine perplexed.

“Have you conducted a background check?”

“He appears to be an ordinary young man who commutes between home and work.”

“…”

Christine didn’t blame her father for conducting the background check. Instead, she understood why he did it, given her natural skepticism towards people.

Even before she got engaged with her fiancé, her father had Jeffrey investigate the man thoroughly.

“Father, do you think it’s necessary to rely on him so much?”

“Isn’t your fiancé doing the same? They’re even doing business together.”

“But there’s a possibility that he’s a fraud…”

“In that case, how about doing this, Christine?”

At the right moment, Jeffrey returned.

“Jeffrey, what’s this all of a sudden?”

“I just obtained information about Round 8 from that guy.”

It was not exactly obtaining information but rather eavesdropping, but it seemed fine in this context. What mattered was the information itself.

“Round 8? Does this mean you heard a prophecy?”

“Yes. He was quite detailed this time. Christine, if you’re still doubtful, you can test it in the 8th Round and decide afterward.”

“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.”

“I’d prefer that.”

However, a little later, the three of them realized there was no need to eavesdrop.

A call came from Ma Kyung-rok, who felt sorry for keeping his prophecy to himself.

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