The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 229: The Delegation (Part 1)

[CPF Deputy Commander Black Scythe’s Warning to Players Worldwide! Stop Doing Evil!]

[Black Scythe Declares Hatred for Criminals: Get Caught, and You Die! A Declaration of War!]

[Which Country Suffers from Player Crimes as Black Scythe Describes?]

[President Yoon: Any Country Persecuted by Players Should Seek Help from Korea.]

[After Black Scythe’s Speech, Netizens Respond: Arrogant vs. Full of Righteousness. What Are Other Countries Saying?]

After the speech at the Blue House, various articles flooded in. Given the nature of the topic, netizens fiercely debated it.

└ Are you kidding me? Who does he think he is, deciding whether to save or not?

└ Exactly, man. Mind your own business. Now he’s trying to save other countries? Ridiculous.

└ Idiots. Even if he’s doing good, they’re losing their minds.

└ It’s not about good or bad—it’s just funny. Who gave him the authority to judge others? Is he a judge? Is this a lawless land?

└ Hey, morons! Do you know why you can sleep peacefully at night? If it weren’t for CPF, all the shops would’ve been looted by now!

└ Shut up. Players are going to die off naturally anyway. They drop dead half the time, why bother?

└ So if a swarm of criminals breaks into your house but they’re dead by the next day, you’d just leave them alone? Get real.

└ Right. Thanks to Black Scythe, the damage is minimal. Look at international reports; countries are still struggling with player crimes.

└ Who cares about other countries? We should just take care of ourselves. Why the hell are we saving others?

└ He said he hates criminal players. Isn’t that enough?

└ To me, it just seems like he wants to satisfy his bloodlust.

└ Guys, if he’s trying to do something good, at least support him. Why bash him so hard?

└ Exactly. People are being so harsh. To victims, Black Scythe’s words are probably a glimmer of hope…

└ But is there even a country asking for help? Where are players oppressing citizens and taking control of governments? Sounds like a conspiracy theory.

└ We’ll see if any reports come in.

└ It’s entirely possible. If I gained superhuman powers, the first thing I’d do is assassinate the leadership and seize control. I’d rule like a king.

└ Wow, potential criminal over here. Watch out for this guy.

└ I agree with Black Scythe. We’re living peacefully, but there could be countries suffering due to players. For them, his offer might be a beacon of hope.

└ But there’s no proof—it’s all speculation, isn’t it, idiot?

└ Why are you all fighting here? Go fight outside.

└ By the way, who is Black Scythe? Is it a new type of scythe or something?

The comment section was nothing short of a battleground. Given the sensitive topic, opinions were sharply divided.

‘It doesn’t matter. I’ll just show them with results.’

Ryu Min smiled. The more heated the discussion, the better. It meant people’s attention was fixated on the issue, and when he made his move, the impact would be even greater.

‘It’s time to go.’

Ryu Min pocketed his phone and boarded the plane.

“Mr. Black Scythe? Nice to meet you. I’m Captain Seo Tae-seok. I was the pilot of your trip to Nigeria.”

“Yes, I remember.”

The captain had advised him to be careful upon landing in the dangerous region back then.

“I didn’t realize it at the time, but I’m sorry for overstepping. I didn’t know you were the famous Black Scythe…”

“It’s alright. Thanks to you, I was able to stay cautious.”

“Are you off to do more good this time?”

Ryu Min grinned behind his mask, though it wasn’t visible.

“Something like that. I’ll be counting on you again.”

“Of course! I’ll get you to your destination safely.”

After shaking hands with the captain, Ryu Min settled into his first-class seat.

Thud—

Before long, someone sat next to him. It was Slave No. 1, Yamti.

“What about the others?”

“They’re all seated in the back.”

Ryu Min and Yamti weren’t the only ones on the plane. Slave No. 2, Ju Seong-tak, along with Heo Tae-seok, Eom Jun-seok, Min Juri, Seo Arin, and Jo Yong-ho, were also aboard. These key members of the Death Church were accompanying Ryu Min on this mission to promote the church abroad.

‘Now that I’ve absorbed all the domestic players, it’s time to expand overseas.’

The best way to control players worldwide was to get them to join his organization.

‘Even though I’ve framed it as a religion, the Death Church is still fundamentally a player organization.’

Rather than the small group known as Player Haven, players would feel more of a sense of belonging if they joined a religion like the Death Church.

‘I appreciate that everyone came on such short notice.’

Though Heo Tae-seok and Eom Jun-seok, as the cult leader and cardinal, were obligated to come, the others had no real reason to join. Yet they had all willingly boarded the flight to America, and Ryu Min felt grateful for their loyalty.

“Shall I tell the crew we’re ready to depart?”

“Wait a moment. There’s someone I need to call first.”

Ryu Min quickly dialed Christine.

“Is this Black Scythe?”

Christine, who had received his number through Jeffrey, answered cheerfully.

“Yes, it’s me. It’s probably night where you are. Sorry for calling late.”

“No worries, it’s only 11 PM. It’s not too late. What’s going on?”

“I’m on a private jet heading to America. I thought you might want to join me in promoting the Death Church.”

“That’s a great idea! I’d love to guide you. I know where all the players gather.”

“Thank you for agreeing so readily. Let’s meet at Dallas Fort Worth International Airport in 14 hours. You can come with Jeffrey.”

“With Jeffrey…?”

She sounded a bit disappointed as if she had intended to come alone.

“The more, the merrier.”

“I see. Alright, I’ll meet you at the airport.”

With Christine on board, everything was set.

“Now we can depart.”

“Yes, Mr. Black Scythe.”

The plane slowly took off.