The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Ryu Min pulled Michael out from the wall and patted his cheek.

“Hey, wake up. Oi. I’ve got something to ask you.”

Even after shaking his shoulders, Michael didn’t wake up.

He was completely unconscious.

Clicking his tongue briefly, Ryu Min pondered how to wake him.

‘Should I just cut off his wings?’

As if he had read that cruel thought, Michael groaned and slowly regained consciousness.

“You awake?”

[Gasp!]

His enemy was right in front of his face.

Startled, Michael instinctively summoned his sword and swung it.

Whoosh—

It was a fairly fast strike, but to Ryu Min, whose agility stat exceeded 2 million, it looked as slow as a turtle.

“You just woke up, huh? Guess you’re still out of it.”

Whoosh— whoosh—

Michael’s sword cut through the air with sharp sounds.

Desperately trying to kill his opponent.

“If that’s how it is, I should make you understand properly.”

The moment Ryu Min, who had been merely dodging, moved—

He was suddenly behind Michael.

“Who do you think reigns in the sky?”

Grabbing his wing joints, Ryu Min tore them off.

Crunch—!

[Gahhh…! Aghhh!]

A pain unfamiliar to the top-ranked archangel.

Michael gritted his teeth and tried to endure it, then turned to strike Ryu Min behind him.

Whoosh—

But once again, his sword only sliced through empty air.

“Your wings are beautiful.”

His opponent, who was in front of him, was suddenly behind him again.

Riiiiip—!

[Grk…!]

Eventually, his wings were completely torn off.

Yet instead of counterattacking, Michael began drawing upon his holy power.

“Trying to use a skill?”

Before he could even fully hear those words—

Boom!

[Gaaahh…!]

Michael was slammed into the wall like a cannonball.

Crash—!

“This time, I held back.”

Ryu Min spoke leisurely, but Michael couldn’t hear a single word.

Coughing up golden blood, he barely managed to keep his consciousness.

[Ughh…]

It wasn’t until he heard that voice again that Michael snapped back to his senses.

“One more time?”

Hearing that whisper in his ear, Michael flinched and backed away.

A black scythe had appeared right in front of him.

It felt like facing a grim reaper.

“Want to keep trying?”

[…]

“I wouldn’t recommend it. You might die if you do.”

[Are you saying… if I don’t attack, you won’t kill me?]

Ryu Min smirked.

“Depends on what you do.”

[…]

Seeing his opponent still so composed, Michael couldn’t bring himself to charge.

‘Is he saying he’s so strong that someone like me is nothing to him…?’

They say masters recognize other masters.

But Michael couldn’t even gauge his opponent’s strength.

He only knew that if Ryu Min wanted to, he could crush him at any moment.

‘The insect… isn’t him. It’s me.’

Even after that brief fight, Michael knew—this was not an opponent he could handle.

No, calling it a fight was a stretch.

He hadn’t even grazed Ryu Min, let alone landed a proper hit, and had been completely beaten before passing out.

Any further attacks would be meaningless flailing.

It would only earn him more beatings.

Sensing the shift in Michael’s mindset, Ryu Min’s lips curved into a grin.

“Are you ready to acknowledge it now?”

Michael nodded.

[You’re stronger than me. So much stronger that I can’t even fathom it. How can a human be this powerful?]

“You angels gave us the system’s blessing, didn’t you?”

[Even so, this doesn’t make sense. This has never happened in history…]

“So what you’re saying is, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this to humans?”

[…]

Michael didn’t deny it.

Even if he did, he couldn’t fool Ryu Min, who could read his inner thoughts.

“Unlike the other archangels, you seem to know something.”

[…]

Michael remained silent, and Ryu Min crossed his arms.

“Tell me. What exactly are you angels doing to humans? What’s the purpose of forcing us into this survival game?”

His gaze turned ice-cold.

“You better start talking. Unless you want to get beaten senseless again.”

In the universe, many races coexist.

Among them, only five were considered true intelligent species:

The gods, the angels, the demons, the dragons, and humans.

Elves, dwarves, and other beings weren’t included.

They hadn’t existed from the beginning—they were artificially created races.

[The fantasy world where you humans fight is an artificial one. Naturally, every race and monster in it was created by the gods.]

“Hah… So they were really just NPCs? High-level AIs that could even have their thoughts read?”

[NPC? AI? I don’t understand those terms.]

“Never mind, just keep talking.”

[As you might guess, the most superior among the five races are the gods. They not only have the power of creation but also the power of destruction—to wipe out any being they created. Naturally, the angels, demons, and dragons are in no position to defy them.]

Ryu Min nodded, listening intently.

This was the first time in all 100 regressions that he had learned such high-level information.

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