The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - RMLP Chapter 76: No More Questions (Part 2)

Sunday’s regular meeting of Players Haven Café.

-Hello!

Yamti appeared on the video chat screen with an energetic voice.

-…Hello, Yamti.

However, unlike Yamti, the expressions of the others on the screen were far from normal.

-Huh? Why is the atmosphere like this? What’s going on?

-You probably haven’t heard the news, Yamti.

-What news? Poforin?

-Two of our officers have been out of contact all this time.

-Really? Who are they?

-[My Age Thirty] and [Jam Made of Honey]. Since we haven’t heard from them since Round 5, it seems they didn’t survive.

-Ah…

‘No wonder the atmosphere felt heavy. Someone died.’

Yamti understood, but at the same time, she found it puzzling.

They only met through video chat; did they really develop such strong feelings that they were mourning like this?

‘Ah, I get it. They’re just acting, right? Trying to impress the Chairman.’

The founder of the café, known as the [Chairman], was undoubtedly the top dog.

In corporate life, it was only natural to cater to your superior’s emotions.

And that the Chairman had genuinely shown sorrow every time a player died.

‘Well, I can’t lose in that regard.’

Yamti activated her “Female Tears.”

-Uh, what should we do… My Age Thirty and Jam Made of Honey… Sniff…

-Don’t cry, Yamti…

-If Yamti cries, I feel like I’ll start tearing up too…

The officers in the chat room sympathized with Yamti’s tears.

‘Sly bunch. Look how they stick together at a time like this. Well, humans are naturally sly.’

Even Yamti couldn’t openly fathom what was unfolding.

It was at that moment.

“What’s happening?”

The Chairman logged in, adjusting his glasses. He cast a surprised glance at the people before him.

“Why is everyone in tears?”

“That’s… Chairman…”

Seizing the opportunity, Lostyak quickly reported, his tone incisive.

He regretted being a step behind, gauging the situation from the expressions of those present.

“Ah, why is something like this happening…”

As anticipated, the Chairman covered his face, displaying a somber reaction. This was his usual response whenever a player met their demise.

“Nevertheless, we’re fortunate that the others have survived.”

“Chairman, were you alright in Round 5?”

“I’m fine. Otherwise, would I be here?”

He chuckled at the trivial query, but there was an undertone of concern in the Chairman’s words. Regrettably, the person who had posed the question remained oblivious.

“Phew… By the way, it seems incidents like this keep happening. Our officers have been reduced to six…”

“Chairman, why don’t we recruit new officers now?”

“I’d like to, but don’t we lack suitable talent? The candidates who applied last time haven’t even been in touch.”

He was referring to the three officer candidates, including Black Scythe.

“Lostyak, those interviewees still haven’t been in touch?”

“Yes. I’ve called them several times, but no answer.”

“Could it be they didn’t survive in Round 5…”

“While we don’t know about the other two, Black Scythe is still alive. Didn’t you see the results of Round 5? They passed as first place.”

“Then why did Black Scythe apply and then go MIA?”

“I have no idea.”

“Could they be trying to deceive us…”

“Or maybe Black Scythe wasn’t the real one from the beginning? The reason there’s been no contact is because they died in Round 5.”

“Oh, that makes sense, Poforin.”

“A scammer… That actually makes sense.”

“Well, there’s no way a guy like Black Scythe would want to join a ‘cafe like thi…'”

Poison Food momentarily realized their slip of the tongue, and closed his mouth. However, the Chairman’s expression had already chilled.

“Poison Food? Did you just say ‘this kind of café’? What’s wrong with our café?”

“…”

“Our café plays a pioneering role in this new era by bringing players together through cooperation. Why criticize our café?”

“I’m sorry, Chairman… I didn’t mean it that way…”

“As of this moment, Poison Food, I hereby remove you from your officer position. No, you’re permanently expelled from the café.”

“Yes?!”

“Cooperating to survive in a situation where even our combined strength falls short, we can’t accept someone who belittles our café. From now on, Poison Person, you’ll be on our blacklist, so adapt when a new era arrives.”

“Chair… Chairman!”

[Poison Food has been banned from the chat room.]

One officer down, five remained.

“Now, since we’ve removed the troublemaker, shall we continue the meeting?”

“Ah… Yes.”

The remaining officers’ faces were tense. Once again, they realized that in this place, the Chairman’s word was law.

At that moment, Lostyak made an “Ah” sound and displayed a noticeably flustered expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, that, well… There’s a player who just applied now…”

“But?”

“The player’s nickname is Black Scythe…”

“…!”

The Chairman and everyone else looked at him in shock.

“Black Scythe applied again?”

“Well, the name is different from the previous Black Scythe.”

“What’s the name?”

“The previous Black Scythe’s real name was Kim In-hong, but the person who applied this time is Hwang Yong-min.”

“Hwang Yong-min…”

After pondering for a moment, the Chairman made a decision.

“Go visit his home. We don’t know for sure if it’s Black Scythe, but we have to meet to find out, don’t we?”

“What if he’s not?”

“If he’s not Black Scythe…”

The Chairman said in a chilly tone.

“They’ll have to pay for playing tricks on us.”

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