The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player-Chapter 281: Disbanding (1)

At Ryu Min’s words, people’s eyes widened.

“There’s a way to kill them?”

“Yes, but only I can do it. No one else can.”

“Ah…”

Disappointment flashed across the faces of the followers.

They must really hate the idea of helping the angels.

‘Sorry, but teamkilling is impossible. Don’t underestimate the system.’

They might have expected him to exploit a loophole in the system, but that wasn’t going to happen.

In this world, the system’s rules were absolute.

Once allies were set, there was no way to undo that, no matter what.

‘Unless I use the Faction Change Authority, that is.’

As the first-place reward, he had received this temporary skill, allowing him to change factions—just for himself.

He could abandon the angels and fight on the demon side instead.

‘And if the demons win, I’ll survive as well.’

As long as the faction he sided with emerged victorious, he would be recognized as having cleared the round.

There was no need to cling to the angel faction.

The essence of the skill was to switch teams to the side most likely to win, like a bat shifting alliances.

In short, it was a skill designed for betrayal.

‘But I already know. Even if I survive alone by abandoning my allies, I’ll still get stuck at Round 20.’

To enter the boss room, which required five or more people, he needed to bring as many survivors as possible to Round 20.

It would be better to be eliminated now than to survive alone on the demon side.

‘And yet, I chose this skill specifically to teamkill the angels. No other reason.’

Because of that, he needed to inform everyone in advance.

If he suddenly started slaughtering angels, they would be shocked.

“I’m the only one who can betray the angel faction because I was first place in the last round. So if I suddenly start killing angels, don’t be surprised.”

“W-Wait, you’re going to kill the angels?”

“Why? Should I not?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

Angels were practically humanity’s greatest enemies.

They were the ones who had thrown people into this survival game, making them responsible for the deaths of billions.

Everyone wanted to get back at the angels, but…

‘Ironically, the mission in Round 18 is to win the war alongside the angel faction.’

That was what confused people.

Killing their own allies would only weaken their side, bringing no benefit.

Of course, for Ryu Min, who had the Devil’s Blessing, it would be an immense gain.

“Don’t worry. Killing a few angels won’t cost us the war. No matter what, I will ensure our victory.”

If an ordinary person had said this, it might have lacked persuasion, but this was the Black Scythe speaking.

His confident words made people nod instinctively.

Based on everything he had done so far, no one doubted him.

Some people even muttered like fanatical cultists, treating his words as absolute truth.

Ryu Min continued, explaining how they could win the war.

It wasn’t particularly groundbreaking information—

Just the demons’ behavioral patterns and a description of enemies they needed to be wary of.

“…That’s all the strategy I know. Thanks for listening. Now, everyone, disband.”

As Ryu Min stepped down from the podium, people began dispersing while checking their phones.

Many were busy booking flights home.

Some were tapping the air, their eyes scanning over menus.

They were checking out the God-tier items they hadn’t had time to inspect during the briefing.

“Wow… This is a God-tier item?”

The overwhelming stats left people unconsciously gasping in awe.

Even the cult leader, Heo Tae-seok, was no exception.

‘Increase the number, damage, and projectile speed of Black Arrows by 50%? That’s insane!’

The [Moros’ Robe], the God-tier armor he had created, had incredible effects.

It was undoubtedly the most powerful item he had ever seen.

And it wasn’t alone—beneath the item description, it read: [Moros’ Attire Set Effect (1/5)]

‘If I craft more than one God-tier item, I can activate the set effect?’

If he could obtain another one of these incredible items…

Even he might become as powerful as the Black Scythe.

Strength determined a player’s worth.

There was no way he wouldn’t be tempted.

‘To craft a God-tier item, I need Condensed Aether, right? That’s the crucial material…’

He wasn’t sure where to get it, but if he could, the Black Scythe would surely provide the rest of the materials like before.

Then, he could unlock the two-piece set effect.

‘Where can I get Condensed Aether? Should I ask the Black Scythe?’

As he was lost in thought, closing his item window, his eyes met with someone unpleasant.

Alex Pearson.

‘F*cking pig-nosed foreigner.’

Just looking at him was disgusting.

The bastard glanced at him once before turning away with a scoff.

Seeing how blatantly he was being ignored, Heo Tae-seok felt his temper flare.

‘That lowly follower dares to ignore the cult leader?’

Even though the misunderstanding from last time had been resolved, the resentment hadn’t faded—on both sides.

They hadn’t spoken since, but it was obvious.

The way Alex never greeted him and instead ignored him completely…

‘I should have taken that bastard’s item. What a waste.’

If he had known Condensed Aether was this valuable, he wouldn’t have hesitated to rob Alex of his.

As Heo Tae-seok clicked his tongue in regret, Seo Arin was searching for someone.

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