The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - RMLP Chapter 77: Who Am I? (Part 2)

Once back home, he can curse that bastard as much as he wants.

Click! 

Upon opening the shabby front door, a cramped one-room apartment greeted him. Surprisingly, he paid a monthly rent of 50,000 won for this place.

“Still, it’s good to be independent. No more nagging parents.”

After the fourth round had ended, he cut ties with his parents. He had acquired money through robbery and started chasing the dream of living a thug’s life with gang members.

“But with the world in chaos, who needs to be a thug?”

Everything had become too bothersome, so he had discarded that idea, securing this one-room apartment instead.

“At least I can make enough money through robberies as things are now.”

Thud! 

After casually tossing the bag of cash, he headed inside to wash up. However, his expression was far from content.

“Sigh, how much longer do I have to live like this?”

In the past four months, much had transpired. He had fought numerous battles against monsters like goblins, trolls, and orcs to survive. He had even lost a limb to the monster known as Black Scythe.

He had also killed his role model, Jo Jung-shik, by striking him from behind. And as for his close friends from his school days, he had personally ended their lives.

In a desperate bid to earn some cash, he reluctantly turned to robbery, steering clear of any criminal affiliations.

His life had taken a chaotic turn, spiraling into the abyss.

“If only I hadn’t crossed paths with that bastard, Black Scythe…”

Had it not been for the debilitating penalties, perhaps he wouldn’t have plummeted into such despair. At the very least, a glimmer of enthusiasm for life might have remained.

A deep sigh escaped his lips.

Emptiness consumed him, accompanied by a wave of self-loathing.

His existence now revolved around waiting for the next round, living on the precipice of uncertainty.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, he felt as though he was squandering precious time, lost in thought. “This isn’t the moment for such indulgence.”

The next round could spell his demise, and he couldn’t afford to waste even a single moment.

“I must make every remaining moment count, experience everything I’ve ever desired.”

In this world, he had killed, and committed robberies, and fear no longer held him captive.

“What should I try next? Should I try to rape a woman?”

His life was already in ruins. The world itself was exhibiting ominous signs, and thinking about bright future plans was unneeded.

“Oh, by the way, aren’t all my peers are players too?”

Underestimating women would be a grave mistake. Gender was inconsequential when pitted against stats.

Moreover, those who had survived until now had weathered the hellish trials of the 4th and 5th rounds as players. They were far from easy targets.

“There’s no choice but to set my sights on older women.”

If they were over 30, they’d be easier to overpower.

However, lately, finding ordinary folks outside has become a challenging endeavor.

“Regardless, I must search. My wish is to be with a beautiful woman, isn’t it?”

Perhaps an ordinary person resembling Seo Arin would be on the streets.

With a tune humming in his heart, he donned his coat, ready to step out. If the mood struck him, he might visit a room salon.

He yearned to spend money as if he were a character in a movie, surrounded by women, showcasing his wealth.

“If I run low on cash, I can always raid a store again.”

With unwavering determination, he swung open the door.

‘What the hell?’

Hwang Yong-min’s reaction was one of shock. A stranger stood at his doorstep.

“What the… Who are you?”

“Are you Hwang Yong-min?”

“….”

Hwang Yong-min regarded the stranger with cautious eyes.

In response, the tan-skinned man offered a friendly smile.

“I suppose my guess was correct, judging by your reaction.”

“Who are you…? Are you a police officer?”

“A police officer? Haha! Why have you committed a crime? Let’s discuss this inside.”

Attempting to enter discreetly, the man tried to push past Hwang Yong-min.

“Hey, who told you can go in? Who are you?”

“Oh, my apologies. I’m Lostyak, the interviewer from the Player Haven Café. You applied for membership this morning, didn’t you?”

“Are you on drugs? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you Black Scythe?”

“Black Scythe? Me?”

Hwang Yong-min’s bewildered response clued Lostyak into the possibility of a misunderstanding.

“Let me ask again. Aren’t you Black Scythe?”

“You think I’m Black Scythe? Are you joking?”

“Did you not apply for membership at Player Haven Café?”

“Player Ha.. what? What’s that?”

“Ah…”

Lostyak sighed, realizing his error.

“I apologize for the confusion. I’ll take my leave.”

“What’s going on? You should at least tell me why you’re here, you jerk.”

“It appears that someone played a prank using your personal information. Given that your name and address match…”

“So, someone used my personal information? Who the hell was it?”

“It was me.”

Both Hwang Yong-min and Lostyak turned their heads in response to an unexpected voice.

In the corridor, a masked man with white face paint stood, fully equipped.

“Are you the one who used Hwang Yong-min’s personal information?”

“What the hell… Who is this crazy guy?”

Hwang Yong-min’s bewildered reaction was expected. After all, a masked lunatic had suddenly appeared and claimed identity theft.

“You’re actually admitting this, right? Damn it, how do you know who I am?”

“I know.”

“Who the hell are you?”

Instead of responding, Ryu Min retrieved Death’s Scythe from his inventory.

Witnessing the colossal weapon, both Lostyak and Hwang Yong-min were left in stunned silence.

“Does this answer your question?”

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