The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 192: Bait (1)

“Yawn, so boring.”

Go Nam-cheol, the man from Busan, yawned continuously.

Since Ryu Min and Ma Kyung-rok had cleaned up the old members of Player Haven, player crimes had significantly decreased.

With only players of upright character left, it was safe to say there were practically no criminal players anymore.

This was why Go Nam-cheol was feeling so listless.

“Even if no news is good news, this is way too dull.”

Incidents happened barely once every two weeks.

His days were consistently idle.

With so little work, it felt like he was earning money without doing anything.

Nam-cheol recalled the first time he met Black Scythe.

After losing overwhelmingly in a duel to him, he corrected his dialect and learned a lot as a squad member.

‘I was so foolish, charging in like a naïve puppy.’

Thinking back now, it was embarrassing, but it had been a good experience.

When else would he have had the chance to duel with Black Scythe?

“An incredible man indeed. How did he manage to earn 20 million points in the 11th round?”

Maybe because he was part of the same squad, he felt proud for no reason.

Though they hadn’t met recently due to the captain’s busy schedule, he would be glad just to see him.

“What am I gonna do for three hours?”

Nam-cheol was about to close his eyes after checking the remaining time.

Wiiiiiiing-

A clear alarm sound.

Nam-cheol’s eyes snapped open as he grabbed the radio.

“Incident reported, incident reported, Code Zero-One, Code Zero-One. Emergency player alarm reported at GS24 convenience store in Gwangjin-gu. Dispatch immediately. Over.”

“Damn it.”

Nam-cheol, having received the incident report, quickly left the temporary Seoul Gwangjin Police Station.

The report site was closed, so running was faster than driving.

Since it was the first incident in nearly two weeks, he felt a bit tense.

‘Is it some crazy guy committing robbery? If so, he’s really a fool.’

It had been two months since the CPF unit was established.

It was safe to say that Korea’s security was almost stable.

Every time you turned on the TV, there was a CPF public service ad featuring Seo Arin, so every Korean knew.

Committing a crime in Korea meant you couldn’t escape death.

‘Committing a crime under such circumstances.’

He figured it must be a foreign player or someone who didn’t know about CPF.

‘Is it here?’

Arriving at the report site, Nam-cheol opened the convenience store door.

Ding-

The scene that met his eyes was horrific.

A man in his 40s, presumably the owner, was dead with a sliced throat.

The sight reminded Nam-cheol of his first real combat, making his eyes twitch.

‘Crazy convenience store robber, you better be dead or else!’

Following the manual, he used his perimeter detection skill to check for any movement.

He saw several red dots, but upon checking, they were all ordinary people.

‘Is it him?’

There was only one dot moving rapidly.

Assuming it was the suspect, he immediately gave chase.

Tap, tap, tap-

The distance closed quickly.

Nam-cheol had bought shoes from the special store to increase his movement speed for such occasions.

“Hey! Stop there!”

Seeing the suspect, he shouted, but the person kept running.

His suspicion turned into certainty.

“Stop! You idiot!”

Nam-cheol smirked as he saw the suspect head into a dead-end alley.

‘Got you, huh?’

Nam-cheol stopped his steps as he entered the alley.

He had chased one person, but there were two standing in the alley.

Feeling a chill at their seemingly waiting stance, Nam-cheol turned at the sound of someone approaching from behind, only to see two more people appear.

He was surrounded by four men.

‘What’s this? Are they foreign players?’

Judging by their faces and outfits, they were clearly foreign players.

Surrounded, Nam-cheol swallowed hard.

“Who are you guys?”

There was no answer, perhaps because he asked in Korean. They just smirked as if finding the situation amusing.

“Heh, look at this guy, he’s totally scared.”

“Surprised to see four people when you only chased one?”

“Stop babbling and let’s get to work.”

“Yeah, let’s subdue him first. We need him as bait.”

When all four drew their weapons, Nam-cheol realized the seriousness of the situation.

‘Damn it, I knew something was off today…….’

He wasn’t confident against four, but wasn’t he a tough guy from Busan?

“Damn it, come at me. Even if I go down, I’ll take at least two of you with me.”

He activated Blade Master’s buff skills, enhancing his weapon with Quick Blade.

The long blade gleamed with a blue light, increasing its attack power and speed.

As he brandished the blade with murderous intent, the approaching men hesitated, looking surprised.

“He’s no pushover, huh?”

“Don’t be scared. There are four of us.”

“Who said I’m scared? The number one in the Brazilian district won’t be afraid of a beggar like this.”

“Then go ahead and try first.”

“Ha, watch me. I’ll knock him out in a minute.”

The Brazilian ranker, Bricks, closed the distance in an instant.

Nam-cheol, startled by the unexpected speed, swung his sword.

Clang-!

It was blocked by Bricks’ steel fist, characteristic of his monk class.

This began a series of clashes.

Clang- clang- clang-

Each swing of Nam-cheol’s sword was blocked by Bricks’ fist.

“You think you can beat me with that blade of yours? Heh.”

The monk’s skill, Steel Fist, turned his punches into countermeasures for all close-combat professions.

‘Damn it, how can a punch make a metal sound?’

Panicked, Nam-cheol decided to utilize the reach of his long sword and tried to gain distance.

But the foreigner clung to him like glue, not letting the gap widen.

“Huh?”

At that moment, Bricks placed his palm on Nam-cheol’s abdomen and shouted.

“Explode!”

Boom-!

“Ugh!”

With a loud explosion, Nam-cheol was flung back.

He flew 10 meters and crashed into a wall before falling to the ground.

“Grr…”

Even with armor, the shock felt like his internal organs had been shattered.

“What is this? He’s not even worth it. Didn’t even take a minute.”

Bricks sneered arrogantly.

“Don’t waste your energy. Just keep an eye on him. I’ll handle this one myself.”

“Hey, don’t hog all the fun. I want some too.”

“Cut it out. What if he dies?”

“Yeah. Let’s just leave it to Bricks.”

The three others crossed their arms and smirked, signaling they wouldn’t interfere, which Nam-cheol noticed.

‘These bastards….’

Nam-cheol knew he couldn’t even beat that Steel Fist, but nonetheless, he felt angry at being underestimated.

‘How… How did I end up facing these bastards….’

Though calling them bastards, each one was a top-ranked player in their country, the 12 Apostles, but Nam-cheol had no way of knowing this.

“I’ll… kill you.”

“What’s he saying? Crazy bastard.”

Suddenly, Nam-chul disappeared.

Bricks was startled, but Nam-cheol hadn’t really vanished.

He had simply moved close very quickly.

Though surprised by the unexpected speed, Bricks smirked.

He was confident he could block any blade with his Steel Fist.

He saw the sword’s trajectory and placed his fist precisely to block it.

Clang- was the expected sound, but instead, there was a different one.

Slice-!

‘What?’

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