The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 241: Goddess of Vengeance (Part 2)

Resting at home, Ryu Min received a call from Jon.

It was both a report and a warning.

“-Master, the Despair Cult is preparing to strike against the Death Church.”

“And why?”

“-They need more followers, and they see the Death Church as an obstacle, claiming it stole their potential recruits….”

“Well, they’re not wrong. But what confidence do they have to target me?”

“-Their plan is to kidnap Lady Christine and use her as leverage. It seems they believe she is the Black Scythe’s weakness.”

‘She is, in a way.’

Christine was crucial for the 15th round. Her area-healing abilities could save countless lives.

‘It’s not impossible without her, but the cost would be steep.’

In a previous timeline, over 2,000 challengers entered, and fewer than 50 survived. Christine’s early death had been devastating.

‘I need to protect her to bring as many through as possible.’

Lost in thought, Jon’s voice broke through the silence.

“-What should we do? I told them we’d consider it to buy time….”

“Keep delaying. Don’t move forward with it.”

“-Understood.”

“And there might be complications, so I’ll come there myself.”

“-To America?”

“Yes. I need to see Christine.”

“-I understand. Let me know when you arrive. I’ll meet you at the airport.”

“Don’t. I’ll see Christine first. Act as you normally would, and I’ll reach out if I need anything.”

“-Understood, Master.”

Ending the call, Ryu Min switched to another phone to call Christine—not as the Black Scythe, but as the Prophet.

“Ah, Christine? It’s Ryu Min.”

“-Prophet! It’s been a while. I was thinking of reaching out myself.”

“You were?”

“-Yes. I owe you a lot, from the next round’s strategy to learning about the Black Scythe. I was even thinking of visiting Korea to thank you.”

“No need. I’ll come to you.”

“-You’re coming to Dallas?”

“I have something to tell you about the 15th round. Can you spare some time?”

“-Of course! I’m free.”

“Then I’ll see you in two days. I’ll contact you again.”

“-Sure. Let’s have a meal together. My treat.”

“Haha, sure.”

Ryu Min laughed as he ended the call and booked the earliest flight.

‘Better let Won know.’

In the living room, his younger brother was watching TV, where a news report about the Black Scythe was airing.

“Hey, the Black Scythe is amazing, right?” his brother asked.

“Why do you think so?”

“He’s defeated so many villains and saved countless people. They say he took down the final boss in the 14th round with a single blow to prevent any casualties. Is that true?”

“How’d you know?”

“I picked up some intel online. Everyone’s talking about him, both ordinary people and players. Isn’t it crazy?”

“Is it?”

Despite the hype, Ryu Min didn’t feel it. He didn’t frequent the internet, and no one recognized him as the celebrity, Black Scythe.

‘Well, I did hide my identity.’

He smirked as his brother turned to him.

“Why are you standing there? Got something to say?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going on another trip, right?”

“How’d you guess?”

“You’ve been traveling more. It’s probably because of your girlfriend in Japan.”

There was no girlfriend, but letting his brother believe that was simpler.

“Anyway, I’ll be away for a bit, back in a week.”

“Got it. Have a safe trip. Don’t worry about me. The world’s safer now, thanks to the Black Scythe.”

If only he knew.

That the Black Scythe was standing right in front of him.

“Yeah. I’ll be back soon. Don’t just order takeout; cook something, will you?”

“Come on, I’m not a kid. I’m a high schooler now.”

“Can’t even go to school, though.”

“Ah! I wish I could go to school again!”

Leaving his brother’s joking complaints behind, Ryu Min walked away.

‘You’re still just a kid to me.’

He smiled faintly as he did.