The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 124 (Part 2)
Chapter 124: The Cleaner (Part 2)
“It’s all because we joined that cafe.”
“Yeah, because of that, the first murder happened…”
Players will change the world.
Many were attracted by that phrase and joined, but none intended to commit murder.
“Those bastards trapped us.”
Yes, we were trapped.
If we hadn’t been driven into murder, things wouldn’t have come to this.
“Hey, but honestly, it was fun at that time.”
“Umm…”
“Keke, thinking about it now really…”
Some had ecstatic expressions on their faces.
When they heard they had to kill someone to join the cafe, they were all shocked.
What kind of cafe was this?
But the world operates strictly on power.
Players will survive, and ordinary people will be weeded out.
To ordinary people, players are no different than livestock.
Who would want to live being disregarded by such beings?
Hearing the logic that players must show their ferocity to ordinary people, made some sense.
Moreover, after going through the 4th round, they felt no aversion to killing.
Even if that wasn’t the case, they all had a history marked in red.
“But in reality, I’ve never murdered or raped before.”
“Me neither.”
“But it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Keke.”
Others agreed, chuckling and curling their lips.
Although they ended up being pursued, the memory of the first murder wasn’t that bad.
In fact, they kept thinking about the woman they had collectively raped at the time.
Some even smiled slyly, recalling how fun it was.
“We’re not the only ones wanted, right?”
“Of course not. All the bastards who joined the cafe committed or abetted murder, right?”
“Then we don’t need to worry this much.”
The five found some solace.
Knowing there were thousands in the same boat was comforting.
If push comes to shove, they’d completely expose everything to the police and sink the ship.
“That’s why the cafe president called us. To send us to another country.”
They all received the same message from the Player Haven president today.
[Player. I’m the ‘President’ of the cafe. Due to the murder you committed during the interview on April 8th, the police have started an investigation. Unfortunately, you must flee to another country. We at Player Haven will cover all expenses. Please come to the location marked on the map by 23:00 for more details…]
It was too serious to be dismissed as a mere prank since the message included a photo of a wanted poster.
And when they arrived at the promised location, the posters were scattered everywhere as if to show off.
The reason the five were smoking one cigarette after another was because of this.
“Now I get it. The president rushed to call us because if we report, he’d be in trouble too.”
“Ha, suddenly having to flee the country.”
“How is he planning to do so? Did he find a smuggler’s boat?”
They didn’t bring any luggage because they were told it wasn’t necessary.
They were too rushed to even think about it.
“It’s my first time living abroad.”
“I wanted to escape this place anyway, so this is good, but… f*ck.”
They always cursed South Korea, but leaving it felt bittersweet.
“There’s no better country for criminals to live in than here…”
“That was the past, f*ck. Because of Lee Seong-hyun, all players are screwed.”
The players lit another cigarette, sighing deeply.
“But when is the president showing up?”
“Exactly. It’s almost time for the meeting.”
“Maybe we should just call the police.”
Just as their frustration was reaching its peak,
Drrrrrrr-
The door to the warehouse opened, and a man appeared.
“Are you the president?”
They didn’t know the president’s face, but they had no choice but to assume it was him.
He appeared exactly at the time they were told to gather.
Thump!
The man closed the warehouse door and quietly looked at the players.
He was a clean-cut man, but his aura felt odd.
“Are you the president?”
“…”
“Is it true you’re sending us abroad?”
“…”
“And you’re covering all the expenses for living abroad?”
“…”
“Is there really no problem with this?”
They each threw out questions, but silence was all that returned.
“Ah, f*ck, say something. Because of you, this happened…”
“Is this what you want?”
“What?”
“Fine. I’ll send you.”
At that moment, the players saw it.
The man’s entire body was instantly armed with equipment.
A sword gripped in his hand, surging with black energy.
Tststststst-
“I’ll send you. To hell.”
Ma Kyung-rok’s sword danced.
With the sound of slicing, limbs flew through the air.
“Aaaaagh!”
“Ack! This crazy bastard!”
In an instant, the scene was filled with screams and blood.
There was nowhere to run.
In just 10 seconds, five men were dismembered.
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. Not until you spit out all of your items.”
Dark aura flowed like a snake from Ma Kyung-rok’s sword.
“Devour them. But don’t kill them.”
Following that command, the dark aura enveloped the players.
Crunchcrunchcrunch-!
“Aaaaagh!”
A wicked smile hung on Ma Kyung-rok’s lips.