The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 91 (Part 1)
Chapter 91: Christine Craig (Part 1)
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As the plane soared back to the United States, Christine found herself in a state of persistent bewilderment. Why, you might ask? Well, her fiancé’s business partner turned out to be far more enigmatic than she had initially assumed.
Was it because he concealed his partner’s identity as a prophet? Or perhaps it was because, during their six months of engagement, her fiancé had monopolized the information about the upcoming rounds, leaving her in the dark.
But it wasn’t just that. What truly flabbergasted Christine was the ominous prediction made by the so-called prophet during the 11th round.
‘He would have been in deep trouble if my father had been there.’
Perhaps the pastor would have lost his reputation and lashed out at the little Asian?
Even a fiery temperament like her father’s would have its limits, wouldn’t it?
“But now someone is coming to rescue me?”
Christine couldn’t help but recall her conversation with the self-proclaimed prophet.
-“A rope will come down to rescue you.” What do you mean?
-“It means that someone will save you.”
-“Who is it?”
-“I can’t reveal that.”
In hindsight, those words seemed even more bizarre. “You can’t tell me who’s coming to save me? Are you really a prophet?” If he had glimpsed the future and identified the savior, why withhold such crucial information? Was there a reason to keep it a secret?
“Who could it be? Could it possibly be my fiancé…?”
Christine’s mind whirled as she contemplated the identity of her potential rescuer.
“This is ridiculous. I can’t believe I’m taking this outlandish prophecy seriously.”
The prophet’s vague references to 7th-round information and the mystery surrounding the savior’s identity left her skeptical. Of course, in a world where resurrection was possible, it wasn’t implausible that someone possessed the gift of foresight.
“But I can’t bring myself to believe that the Asian man is a prophet.”
Christine couldn’t shake the feeling that her fiancé was deceiving her.
[A moment later, we will arrive at Dallas Fort Worth International Airport.]
When she raised her head, she was surprised to see that they had already arrived at the airport.
After retrieving her luggage, she stepped out of the gate and was greeted by a familiar face—Jeffrey Bishop, the young deacon.
“Christine, I hope you had a pleasant trip to Korea.”
“Oh, Mr. Bishop. I had no idea you’d be waiting for me at the airport.”
“The pastor insisted on picking you up.”
“Sigh, I suppose so.”
After a brief sigh, Christine boarded the black van. As they drove away from the airport toward the outskirts, they came to a halt in front of an imposing church adorned with a sign that read [Shiningwood Church].
This church boasted a congregation of over 100,000 members, making it the largest in the entire United States. Such was its influence that not even the Governor of Texas could afford to overlook it.
And, lo and behold, the pastor’s daughter was none other than Christine herself.
With her background, she was unquestionably a suitable match.
Creak, creak…
Upon pushing open the church doors, she was greeted by the sight of an immense worship hall, reminiscent of a grand concert venue.
As she made her way to the back of the hall, she reached the pastor’s office.
Jeffrey knocked lightly on the door and announced, “Pastor, Christine is here.”
“Let her in.”
The door swung open, and Christine stepped inside. There, seated before her, was a middle-aged man exuding an air of unwavering determination.
It was none other than her father, Nathan Watson.
“Have you arrived?”
“Yes, Father.”
“So, did you meet your fiancé in Korea?”
“Yes.”
“So was he, your fiancé?”
“He’s neat and seems like a decent person.”
“Has he ever been rude to you?”
“He has never been rude. He doesn’t strike me as a bad person at all. In fact, he treats me with respect.”
“Of course, he should. After all, he’s dating my daughter.”
A satisfied smile spread across Nathan’s face.
“So, what do you think? Now that you’ve had a chance to see him, does he seem like a decent person to you?”
“Well…”
“Has there been any progress in your relationship?”
“We’re not quite at that stage yet.”
“After six months of dating, you’re still not at that point?”
Christine felt a momentary surge of frustration.
“Dating? Seriously? Can we even call it that when we’re merely going through the motions without any genuine emotions?”
“Even so, just hang in there a little longer. Osung Group is a globally renowned Korean conglomerate. A marriage with the son of such a conglomerate can only benefit you.”
“I get it, but…”
Christine stopped herself, suppressing her irritation. The topic of her marriage had been exhausted long ago. There was no point in revisiting it now. Could her father not see her naivety in seeking a marriage partner for strategic reasons?
“Even if you’re not fond of it now, you might develop feelings over time. You might even become close to the point of no return.”
“I’m not so sure. I find overly neat people somewhat off-putting. They tend to appear perfect to hide their ulterior motives.”
“Such suspicions are unwarranted. As a child of Jesus, you still have much to learn.”
“Because I’m your daughter, right?”
“…”
A momentary silence hung between them.
“Alright, what has your fiancé been up to lately?”
“He’s working on a business venture.”
“A business venture? Even in a world where the divine and the mundane are intertwined, people can’t seem to let go of their earthly desires.”
“You’re no exception, Father.”
“…I’m not just anyone; I am chosen by God.”
“Do you genuinely believe that this is God’s choice and God’s power?”
A soft glow emanated from Christine’s hand, casting a warm and comforting light. It was the basic skill of a priest, [Heal].
“Ah, indeed, my daughter. You’re a true priest blessed by the grace of angels.”
“…”
The grace of angels? Christine was so bewildered that she found herself speechless. She had tried to explain the malevolence of angels many times, but her father remained impervious to her words.
“Alright, does your fiancé make good use of his gifts these days?”
“Yes…”
“What’s his level?”
“He’s level 29. He consistently ranks in the top two or three in the region.”
“He must be quite skilled if he surpasses our Jeffrey’s level.”
Nathan chuckled with satisfaction.
“Indeed, the preparations for the new business seem to be going well.”
“It appears that he plans to create a social market for players. He mentioned that the launch is just a few days away.”
“Well, he certainly has an eye for items, being the son of a conglomerate. Did he come up with this idea himself?”
“He didn’t do it alone. He had a partner, who claimed to be a self-proclaimed prophet…”
“A prophet? What do you mean by that?”
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