The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 88 (Part 2)

Chapter 88: Round 6 Ends (Part 2)

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There was no one who could boast of being able to kill a boss so quickly.

‘Is the gap between us and the 1st ranker this big…?’

Rather than being amazed, he felt bitter.

‘Can I become that strong when I reach level 40?’

The Dark Knight’s skills were powerful.

Ma Kyung-rok was satisfied with them.

However…

‘It’s not on the same level as Black Scythe’s.’

Even if he reached level 40, he wasn’t sure if he could display the same presence.

He couldn’t be confident.

‘Instead of worrying about that, I should focus on leveling up first.’

Facing the unexpected situation of having subordinates with higher levels than himself, his pride couldn’t allow such humiliation. Instead, a newfound determination began to kindle within him.

“I need to up my game.”

“….”

As Ma Kyung-rok downed a full glass of whiskey in one shot, Sang-cheol chose silence. He couldn’t think of what to say after unintentionally pricking the chairman’s ego.

He felt like he was sitting on a bed of thorns.

“I should really thank Black Scythe. I’ve been slacking off lately, and he’s managed to reignite my motivation.”

“….”

“And not to forget, he helped level up Director An and Seo Arin’s levels. We should definitely show our appreciation when we meet him later, don’t you think?”

“Uh, should I try to find a way to personally show my gratitude too?”

“No need for that. After all, you sacrificed items in exchange for experience points. My subordinates benefited from him. Showing gratitude is my responsibility as the chairman.”

“….”

“We should also inquire with the Prophet about when we can meet Black Scythe again.”

“Do you think the Prophet survived?”

“Instead of pondering that, it’s faster to make a confirmation call. Besides, it falls under Director An’s jurisdiction.”

“Ah, I was being thoughtless. My apologies. I’ll check right away.”

“No need to apologize. Just inform me once you have the information. Oh, and by the way, did you manage to learn those skills I mentioned earlier?”

“Yes, I’ve indeed acquired the Tracking and Erasing Traces skills as you advised.”

“Then, later on, when we put those skills to use, join us for a little cleanup. We’re planning to take care of some nuisances, and it’s been a while.”

“You intend to work at this hour? It’s almost dawn…”

“It’s fine. We won’t be causing any harm outside.”

“Ah, I understand. Chairman.”

Leaving behind Sang-cheol, who maintained proper decorum, Ma Kyung-rok turned his gaze toward the window. The hazy weather was the perfect backdrop for stress relief.

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Seo Arin held a deep sense of gratitude toward Black Scythe. She may have given up some items, but in return, she had acquired a substantial amount of experience points and gold.

“It always feels like I owe something to Black Scythe.”

Whether it was the leveling up this time or his previous act of saving her life, she felt she hadn’t adequately repaid him.

“I want to be of more help to Black Scythe, but it’s not that simple…”

At best, she could offer him low-grade Marquise Stones or express her gratitude, but it didn’t feel like enough.

“No matter how much I think about it, I don’t know how I can be of assistance. He doesn’t seem to need it either…”

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

Even Black Scythe needed assistance from someone else.

Wasn’t there a woman in a contract with him who provided continuous buffs?

“Min Juri, right? The woman in a contract with Black Scythe…”

Comparing avatars might be fruitless, but she had a pretty face and a lively personality.

“Plus, she bestows some impressive buffs.”

It made sense that Black Scythe kept her by his side. Just having her around provided significant help.

“I wish I could be that kind of assistance…”

She had Fairy Buffs, but they only offered a thin protective shield at best.

As a Summoner, she had her limitations when it came to providing assistance.

“I need to think about this.”

Seo Arin, donning a hat, stepped out of her apartment and entered the elevator. Her plan was to make a quick stop at the convenience store for some essentials.

*Ding.*

The descending elevator came to an unexpected halt on the lower floor.

“Oh? Actress Seo Arin?”

It was none other than Ryu Min, her neighbor and a business associate of Ma Kyung-rok, and, interestingly, a Prophet.

“Hello.”

Seo Arin greeted him with a polite nod.

Apart from Black Scythe, there was someone else she owed gratitude to.

“Thanks to the information provided by the Prophet, we managed to smoothly navigate through Round 6. I’m grateful. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Ryu Min responded casually, then fell silent.

Seo Arin observed him thoughtfully.

‘He’s quite an intriguing person. At just 20 years old, he carries himself with confidence even in the presence of Chairman Ma Kyung-rok. And his business insight…’

While Ma Kyung-rok exuded an aura of intimidation, Ryu Min seemed different.

‘Could I have displayed such confidence if I were a Prophet?’

No, even if she possessed the same ability, she doubted she could exude such self-assuredness.

“Where are you headed, Prophet?”

“Oh, I’m planning to make a quick stop at the convenience store.”

“The convenience store? I was heading there too.”

Suddenly, an idea popped into Seo Arin’s mind.

While she couldn’t assist Black Scythe directly, she could lend a helping hand to the Prophet.

“Since I’m going the same way, let me run an errand for you. We’re neighbors, I can drop off your items on my way back up.”

“No need for that.”

“Still, I received something from the Prophet, and I want to repay the favor in some way.”

After a brief pause, Ryu Min raised his head.

“You can’t just send a celebrity to run errands.”

“It’s something I’m willing to do…”

“If word gets out that I had a celebrity running errands for me, your fans will give me a hard time.”

“Ah…”

Seo Arin’s head dropped. Even though her face wasn’t visible, her disappointment was palpable.

“If you truly want to help, how about giving me an autograph?”

“An autograph? Seriously?”

“My younger brother is a fan of yours.”

‘Oh, you want to give it to your younger brother.’

The Prophet, who had made this request, turned his head.

Seo Arin was immensely popular among men in their twenties, but this particular individual seemed uninterested.

“I’ll gladly do that for you.”

Seo Arin realized he was trying to do something nice for his brother, but somehow, it made her a bit sad.

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