The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 147 (Part 1)
Chapter 147: KF (Part 1)
“Hehe, I wonder what kind of fresh faces have arrived today?”
Montai, a member of the organization, was always in his best mood when it was time to receive the “goods.”
There was the anticipation of meeting new faces daily, but above all, he relished the fact that he could be the first to assault them.
“This is why I can’t quit this organization work. It’s just so suited to me, you know?”
The joy of choosing and having his way with new women every day made him forget that he was a monster.
“Looks like they were pretty desperate. Even that picky guy agreed to drop the price by 20%.”
“Right? Must’ve taken a bullet to the head or something.”
Well, whatever.
Before transporting the goods, he could just pick out a woman he wanted, assault her, and then it was just a matter of taking her to the organization.
“Bro, we’re here. Let’s get off.”
“Yeah, alright.”
Sade, his subordinate who came as an assistant, asked with a smile.
“Are you planning to pick one today as well?”
“Of course. When have you ever seen me rest?”
“Did they say it was three women and one man?”
“Yeah. We’ll tie up the man tight and choose among the women. I go first, obviously.”
“Of course. When have I ever not given way to you?”
“Right, thanks, you bastard. Keke.”
With sly smiles, the two armed with automatic rifles entered the domain of the human traffickers.
“Huh? Where is everyone? No one’s coming out to greet their guests?”
“Not a single gatekeeper in sight, huh?”
Maybe they went to the restroom?
They thought little of it and continued walking when suddenly,
“Huh? What’s that?”
They spotted someone standing in the middle of the area.
It was an East Asian with tanned skin.
“Who the hell is that guy?”
Before they could even ask, Ryu Min summoned his scythe.
The two immediately aimed their rifles at him, on high alert.
“That, that bastard is a player!”
“Damn, no wonder it was so quiet… Did they get taken out by him?”
It was impossible for an East Asian to be among the traffickers.
It could only mean that the trafficking group had been taken out by him.
“Kill him!”
Ratatatatatat!
The sound of gunfire tore through the air as their rifles spat flames.
Ryu Min, who didn’t even have a chance to react, was showered in bullets and fell with a thud.
“Damn, what’s happening?”
“Did we get him?”
Just then, a voice came from behind them.
“Tsksk, what’s the point of wasting bullets like this?”
“…!”
Startled, they turned around only to see,
The East Asian they had just unloaded bullets into standing there like a ghost.
And an East Asian woman staring at them.
The traffickers, who seemed ready to aim their guns again, soon let their arms hang loose.
“Are they controlled?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. It was worth attracting their attention.”
The decoy, who had taken the bullets, had vanished.
Then Ryu Min, signaling with his eyes, had Yamti ask the traffickers,
“Spill everything about what your organization does.”
“The men are harvested for organs which are then sold, and the remaining carcasses are used as meat. Women are repeatedly raped by eight members of the organization, forcibly impregnated, and then the babies are sold off…”
“Stop, that’s enough!”
At Yamti’s command, the traffickers shut their mouths.
“Why stop?”
“I can’t listen anymore.”
Yamti turned her head away as if just hearing about it was making her nauseous.
Ryu Min gave her a moment to calm down before ordering,
“Let’s use these guys to get into the organization first.”
“Yes, I’m sorry for interrupting you, Master.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“Thank you. I’m lucky to have met such a generous Master. I’ll serve you for life.”
“As you should.”
Ryu Min believed, that climbing up these organizations would eventually lead him to KF.
After all, these were offshoots derived from KF.
*
Medical facilities in Northern Nigeria are poor with a stark lack of doctors being a harsh reality. In some states, there are only 2 or 3 proper doctors available.
Perhaps that’s why, someone like me, from Lagos in the southern part of Nigeria, ended up so far north, masquerading as a medical officer.
“All done.”
After treating the wound with an emergency care skill, Viktor Zaphiel looked at his patient, a typically armed organization member.
As a player, Viktor could have killed the man and attempted to escape.
‘But the aftermath is the problem.’
Sworn to KF, the terrorist organization.
Its branches spread far and wide, with the exact location of its headquarters unknown.
But what is known is that many, including young children from a school in the remote village of Zamfara State, have been kidnapped and brought here.
The purpose of their kidnapping is unclear, but as a medic, Viktor couldn’t bear to abandon them and escape on his own.
He had grown too attached to them.
‘You could just kill all the organization members and escape with them, right?’
‘I wish it were so simple.’
But KF isn’t just made up of regular people.
There are as many players among them as there are civilians.
Just within this area, there are thirty players standing guard.
This was why Viktor had not attempted to escape.
“Hey, Viktor. Lost in thought?”
“Eh? No, not really.”
Seeing Viktor zoned out, one could assume life had been too comfortable for him lately. “Have we been too forgiving with you lately, treating you like some sort of doctor? Do you look down on us now?”
“No, not at all.”
Viktor hastily denied, swallowing his true feelings of contempt.
‘You insignificant bug…’
He had no choice but to endure.
Even with his ability to sense presences, he could detect five players nearby, and a scan of the surroundings revealed dozens more.
More importantly, as previously mentioned, he couldn’t abandon the kidnapped children and people just to escape alone.
“You should behave yourself, Doctor. Even without you, any player could now receive emergency treatment.”
“…”
“Then, you might wonder, why keep you alive? Any guesses?”
“Well, I’m not sure…”
“It’s because of the bond we’ve shared.”
Viktor almost burst out laughing.
‘Bond? What a joke. These monsters…’
During his year-long imprisonment by KF, Viktor knew full well the atrocities these people committed against their captives.
‘A bond, they say? As if. They’re keeping me alive for my abilities.’
They knew his class was an Alchemist.
It wasn’t something he revealed willingly, but he had to use a healing potion to save a dying woman, that’s when they found out.
Since then, they incessantly prodded about his runes, skills, and abilities, forcing him daily to concoct potions.
What they did with those potions, he didn’t know.
Perhaps they traded them on the black market to fatten their wallets or stockpiled them for their use.
‘Luckily, I lied that I could only make one potion a day and that it was random, or else the market would be flooded with potions…’
So, the claim about their bond was nonsense.
The only reason they hadn’t killed him was that he was an Alchemist.
You don’t slaughter the goose that lays golden eggs, do you?
“Just make sure to watch your back. You don’t want to end up dead.”
“Yes… I’ll keep that in mind.”
As the organization member smirked and walked away with his colleagues, Viktor, despite being a player, felt humiliated for being looked down upon by a regular member.