The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 230: Sniper (Part 2)

As he confidently peered through the scope, his radio crackled to life.

He didn’t hear the voice, but he knew it was the Spaniard’s signal.

They had agreed that a silent transmission would mean the Black Scythe had been sighted.

‘There they are. Where?’

Peering through the scope, he saw it.

A figure in a white mask, carrying a massive scythe, was walking toward them.

‘That’s the Black Scythe.’

Though they had never met, Dark Soul instinctively knew that the figure was the infamous Black Scythe.

They carried a scythe that was anything but ordinary, and their mask was exactly like the one from the media.

Swallowing nervously, Dark Soul focused all his attention and tracked the Black Scythe’s movements through the scope.

‘They’re within range. Once they stop moving, I’ll take the shot.’

His buff skills were already active.

Like in a game, once the crosshairs lined up, all he had to do was pull the trigger.

The bullet would fly out with no recoil, and the Black Scythe would drop like a puppet with its strings cut.

Even the Black Scythe couldn’t avoid it—they were still human.

‘Breathe. Just one shot will settle this.’

As he waited for the Black Scythe to stop walking.

Thud

The Black Scythe finally halted.

‘Now!’

Fwoosh!

The moment the opportunity presented itself, Dark Soul’s finger moved without hesitation.

Even he was impressed by his own quick reflexes.

In an instant, the Black Scythe, caught in his scope, seemed to collapse as their head burst open.

‘D-did I… kill him?!’

Dark Soul’s face lit up with joy.

“I killed the Black Scythe! Haha! I did it! I killed him!”

He zoomed in through the scope to confirm, and sure enough, the Black Scythe lay crumpled on the ground, a pool of blood forming around his head.

The three Apostles were smiling as they looked at the body.

Dark Soul felt a sense of pride, like a general who had slain an enemy commander.

But then, a strange thought occurred to him.

‘Why hasn’t a message appeared? Shouldn’t I be the district leader now that I killed him?’

Was it not possible to take over leadership by killing someone in the real world?

He wasn’t sure, but one thing was certain: he had killed the infamous Black Scythe.

‘It had always bothered me that this Korean guy took the top spot in the district rankings, but now that’s over. Hehe.’

Dark Soul chuckled quietly to himself, but only for a moment.

“I found you.”

A voice suddenly came from behind him, making him flinch. He quickly turned around, only to find his face stiffening in shock.

Standing there was the Black Scythe, completely unharmed.

“How… How are you still alive?”

“How? Because you didn’t kill me.”

It was at that moment that urgent voices crackled through the radio.

-What happened? Dark Soul! The body suddenly disappeared! We clearly saw the blood spill and the Black Scythe collapse, but now it’s like they’ve vanished into thin air! Hey, answer me! Why aren’t you saying anything…?

Dark Soul couldn’t answer Yang Chiwen’s frantic voice. The body they claimed had disappeared was now standing right in front of him, holding the scythe.

“If you don’t want to die, you’d better put down that gun. And don’t even think about trying anything stupid.”

Dark Soul’s body stiffened at the threat.

‘This guy… His intuition is sharp.’

He briefly considered firing off a quick no-scope shot, but quickly dismissed the idea. If this really was Black Scythe, no amount of resistance would make a difference.

“As long as you behave, I won’t kill you. Don’t worry.”

“W-What are you planning to do?”

“First, let’s go see your friends.”

With a nod, Ryu Min gestured for Dark Soul to lead the way. Hesitantly, he started moving.

‘What’s he thinking? He can’t seriously be planning to let me live. Is he going to gather everyone together and kill us all at once?’

Dark Soul wondered if he should make a last stand and fight, but quickly rejected the idea.

‘No, there might still be a chance. If my teammates and I work together, we could create an opening to escape.’

His comrades weren’t pushovers either. Even if they were going to die, they wouldn’t go down without a fight. And though Dark Soul didn’t want to die meaninglessly, he also wasn’t prepared to just surrender.

‘I’ll bide my time and wait for an opening. When my team attacks, I’ll make a break for it.’

With that desperate resolve, Dark Soul continued walking until they arrived at the alleyway where his teammates were waiting.

There, standing quietly, were Yang Chiwen, Zhang Shu, and the Spaniard. Along with them was an unfamiliar woman.

“You’ve arrived, Master.”

The woman bowed politely to the Black Scythe.

Dark Soul wasn’t sure if she was speaking Korean or another language, but he wasn’t too surprised. It wasn’t odd for someone as powerful as the Black Scythe to have an assistant.

What was surprising, however, was that it wasn’t just the woman bowing.

“All hail the Black Scythe!”

All of the Messiah members were bowing deeply to the Black Scythe.

“W-What…?”

Dark Soul was completely shocked by the unexpected scene. He began trembling with rage.

“Those traitors! They sold themselves out to the Black Scythe!”

It was clear they had decided to grovel at the Black Scythe’s feet in order to survive.

“I knew it! These spineless bastards have no pride!”

“You’ll be just like them soon enough.”

“Huh?”

Dark Soul sneered at the Black Scythe’s words, scoffing defiantly.

“Pah! You might kill me, but you’ll never control me, not my mind…”

“Dominate.”

With just one word from Ryu Min, Yamti, his servant, stepped forward.

It didn’t take long for Dark Soul’s eyes to grow cloudy and distant.

“I am at your service, my master.”

“No, from now on, your master is the Black Scythe. Greet him.”

“I greet my new master.”

Now under mental control, Dark Soul bowed deeply to Ryu Min.

Looking down at him, Ryu Min let out a small smirk.

And with that, the organization known as Messiah was no more.