The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 232: Gustavo (Part 2)

Dungadunga began to undress, intending to assault the woman.

At that moment—

Crash!

The door suddenly shattered, making everyone in the room turn their heads.

“Who the—?”

Dungadunga, annoyed by the interruption, soon found his expression changing to one of surprise.

Gustavo’s face wasn’t much different.

They recognized the person standing in front of them.

“The Black Scythe…?”

The figure entering was the same one they had seen on TV, the Black Scythe.

It was a shock for them, who believed that no one could get past their missile defense system.

“How did you get here…”

Before he could finish his sentence—

Boom!

Dungadunga’s large body was slammed into the wall.

“……”

Gustavo’s face twisted in confusion.

He hadn’t even seen how or when the Black Scythe moved.

He couldn’t comprehend what just happened.

All he saw was Dungadunga being thrown into the wall in a flash.

‘Dungadunga, Brazil’s second-ranked player, defeated in a single blow…?’

Stiffly, Gustavo turned his head.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes? Yes…”

The Black Scythe was helping up the woman who had been pinned down by Dungadunga.

He didn’t even spare a glance at Gustavo.

‘Arrogant. How dare he turn his back on me?’

He thought he’d teach the Black Scythe a lesson for letting his guard down, but he couldn’t.

‘Huh? Why can’t I grab my weapon?’

There was no sensation in his hands.

When he looked down, his face turned pale.

His hands, which should have been there, were gone.

“Gah!”

Pain surged through him, but he couldn’t clutch his severed wrists, as both his hands had been cleanly cut off.

Seeing his severed hands on the floor, Gustavo couldn’t believe it.

He had been attacked before he even noticed.

It all felt unreal.

‘How could this happen? He was clearly facing the other way…’

“You don’t have to face someone to attack them.”

The Black Scythe answered as if reading his thoughts, shocking Gustavo once again.

The Black Scythe’s shadow seemed to dance, and two blades of darkness floated into the air.

There wasn’t even the sound of them cutting through the wind.

Thunk, thunk!

He only heard the sound of blades sinking into his knees.

Thud

Gustavo was forced to his knees, while Ryu Min turned to the women.

“Everyone, please leave. I need to have a private conversation with this guy.”

The women hurriedly fled.

‘You damn slaves…’

Even though I’m in this state, they obey the Black Scythe without hesitation?

Feeling humiliated, Gustavo shouted.

“Stop! If any of you run away, I’ll make sure to find and kill you! I remember all your faces!”

At that threat, the women froze at the door.

No one could ignore Gustavo’s words lightly.

They had already suffered enough under his cruelty.

“Come back here, you damn b—!”

As Gustavo urged them, the women hesitated and seemed about to return.

Just then, the Black Scythe stood between them, speaking in a calm voice that contrasted sharply with Gustavo’s growl.

“There’s no need to return. Don’t worry, go home. He won’t survive after today.”

“Bullshit. Do you think my men will just stand by and do nothing? The moment you step outside, they’ll all kill you!”

“Don’t worry about that either. Every player in the vicinity has already been killed.”

“What?”

Gustavo’s eyes widened in disbelief, even more so than the women’s.

“You killed all my men? That’s a lie!”

“I counted 129 in total. That sounds right?”

“……”

His silence was an unspoken confirmation.

Ryu Min’s words weren’t lies.

‘Even if it means fewer survivors, it’s better to eliminate uncontrollable trash.’

Before coming here, Ryu Min had killed all 129 cartel members under Gustavo’s command.

They weren’t innocent players forced to submit to power but instead were scum who delighted in committing crimes.

Even if they were spared, they wouldn’t reform; they’d cause more trouble like wild beasts.

If they couldn’t be controlled, it was better to dispose of them early to prevent future problems.

“You killed my men quietly, without a sound…?”

“Hurry and go. Leave this place to me.”

At Ryu Min’s urging, the slaves quickly made their escape.

Only Ryu Min, Dungadunga, and Gustavo remained in the now-empty room.

“You, you…”

Shaking with uncontrollable rage, Gustavo forced a smirk.

“I don’t know how you avoided the missile defense system and got here, but you won’t get any information from me. I’m not one to talk. Neither is Dungadun—”

Stab!

Gustavo fell silent, unable to finish his sentence.

He saw the Black Scythe stab Dungadunga, who was still pinned against the wall.

‘W-what? You’re just killing him like that? Without asking anything?’

He had thought the Black Scythe kept him alive to interrogate him for information.

He thought that was why the women had been sent out.

“Nope.”

Seeing the Black Scythe reply as if reading his thoughts again, Gustavo stared in disbelief.

“Are you… reading my mind?”

“Yeah.”

The Black Scythe admitted it bluntly.

Gustavo’s face twisted further in shock.

“H-how is that possible?”

“It doesn’t matter how. Why would a soon-to-be-dead man need to know?”

“Aren’t you going to extract information? Didn’t you spare me because you had questions?”

“I don’t need to ask. I already read everything I needed from your mind.”

“Then why did you let the women…”

“Why did I let them go?”

As he spoke, Ryu Min’s scythe pierced Gustavo’s heart.

“Gah…”

He trembled for a moment before his head drooped.

Ryu Min smirked at the lifeless body.

“Because it would be a problem if they saw me killing you.”

With a simple motion, he disposed of the corpse, erasing any trace of it.

Ryu Min removed his mask, and his appearance slowly transformed into that of Gustavo.

“Now, let’s start filming, shall we?”