The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 172 (Part 2)
Chapter 172: Meal (Part 2)
“Let them handle the cleanup. We have something to discuss, right?”
“Oh, right.”
Following Ryu Min, Seo Arin, and An Sang-cheol went to the living room and sat on the sofa.
“So, what did you want to talk about?”
“Prophet, today I met a thug named Hwang Yong-min…”
Ryu Min listened calmly to Seo Arin’s story.
“So, Hwang Yong-min doesn’t show up in searches?”
“Yes. He’s listed as a nonexistent person. Do you know anything about this…?”
“It’s as it says. He doesn’t exist in this world.”
“What? So, the person I saw was really a ghost…?”
“There are no ghosts in this world. Besides, it wasn’t just you who saw him, but dozens of people.”
“That’s right. What’s going on?”
“Hmm.”
Pretending to be in deep thought, Ryu Min shared an excuse he had made up during dinner.
“I guess I have no choice but to reveal the truth.”
“What…?”
“Hwang Yong-min is dead. But he was resurrected as an undead by someone.”
“What? Undead?”
“……”
Their reactions differed, but both were equally shocked.
Not because they didn’t understand the term undead, but because they were astonished by the reality of it.
“There are players who can even resurrect corpses. Hwang Yong-min was resurrected as an undead. That’s why I told you not to mess with him…”
“Reviving as an undead… Who would do such a thing…?”
“I don’t know. I saw it in a prophecy, but I only saw the back of the person.”
Although it was a lie, there was a bit of truth in Ryu Min’s words.
There indeed exists a necromancer profession that can control the undead.
While dark wizards also handle undead, it’s more about summoning rather than raising corpses like necromancers.
Shamans, on the other hand, tend to blow up corpses.
‘Only necromancers can make corpses move like real people. But they can’t make them speak like Hwang Yong-min did.’
But it didn’t matter.
The important thing now was to convince Seo Arin.
Fortunately, Seo Arin believed Ryu Min’s lie without a doubt.
“So, I encountered a sort of zombie?”
“You could say that.”
“Ugh, that’s creepy.”
While Seo Arin rubbed her arms, An Sang-cheol asked with a curious expression.
“Prophet, is that necromancer a Korean player? What level are they?”
“I don’t know the details.”
“Could that person become a threat to us later?”
“Well, if they’re an enemy, wouldn’t they be dangerous?”
Though he spoke as if he didn’t know, Ryu Min was aware.
The necromancer’s existence would become an obstacle in the future.
‘To the Grim Reaper Cult, specifically.’
Even knowing this, Ryu Min hadn’t eliminated the necromancer.
He intended to use even that obstacle.
‘Darkness makes the light shine brighter.’
No one noticed Ryu Min’s slight smile.
*
After Seo Arin and the others left, Ryu Min approached his brother and patted his shoulder.
“Good job.”
“Haha, it was nothing.”
“Your cooking skills are impressive.”
“I’m thinking of getting a certificate like you suggested. Cooking is fun, and I might have a knack for it.”
Ryu Min smiled along with his chuckling brother, but it wasn’t out of joy.
It was to hide his bitterness.
‘A certificate, huh…? It’s a luxury for me right now.’
No matter how impressive a player is, their life is always at stake.
Fail to pass the 20th round, and life is over.
Planning for the future is a luxury for a player.
‘Sure, it doesn’t matter what happens to my life. But I want to create a world where my brother can live normally. That is my goal in this final regression.’
To achieve that, all variables must be eliminated, and the plan must be executed precisely.
Clink—
Returning to his room, Ryu Min lay on his bed, deep in thought.
He reviewed his plans and examined potential obstacles.
‘Could Seo Arin be a variable? No. She’s too involved now. Removing her would be a bigger variable.’
Even if she knew Yamti and Ryu Min were close, it wouldn’t change anything.
As long as they maintained that they couldn’t contact the Black Scythe directly, she wouldn’t pry or doubt.
That was clear from her thoughts.
‘Then, what about An Sang-cheol and Jeffrey?’
An Sang-cheol was always around Ma Kyung-rok or Seo Arin, so reading his thoughts was easy.
In other words, it was easy to handle him if needed.
‘But not Jeffrey.’
He was unpredictable, especially concerning matters related to Christine, acting impulsively and thoughtlessly.
‘Hmm, I detest troublesome flies.’
As he was reviewing potential threats, Ma Kyung-rok called.
-Prophet, it’s President Ma.
“Yes, what’s the matter?”
-Do you have time tomorrow afternoon? Jeffrey and my future father-in-law want to meet you. They’re coming to Korea to apologize for Jeffrey’s previous threat.
‘Jeffrey and Nathan are coming?’
Seeing their effort to apologize in person showed they understood the seriousness of the situation.
“Alright. What time do they arrive?”
-They’ll arrive at Incheon Airport at 3 PM.
“Then let’s meet at a nearby cafe at 4 PM. I’ll send you the location.”
-Okay, I’ll inform them.
After the call, Ryu Min immediately contacted Yamti.
“Yamti, how many people can we control currently?”
-With the chairman of Player Haven and the police chief controlled, we have three spots left.
“Good. One spot should be enough.”
-What’s going on?
“I’m meeting Jeffrey and Nathan tomorrow.”
-To apologize?
“We’ll see. So…”
Ryu Min’s lips curled into a sly smile.
“Just in case, be ready to join me.”