The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

The Goddess of Vengeance, Nemesis, had her hands neatly clasped as she bowed her head.

Her lower lip was trembling slightly, as if anxious—an expression rarely seen on her face.

[Nemesis.]

[Y-Yes?!]

Startled by the deep, low voice, Nemesis quickly raised her head.

[How is the task I assigned you?]

[T-That… it’s still…]

[You still haven’t brought the Black Scythe?]

[I apologize. But do not worry. Michael has gone down, so soon, we will have good news—]

[I believe I heard similar words last time. You said Gabriel and Raphael had stepped in and would bring back good news quickly.]

[B-But this time, it will be different. The highest-ranked archangel himself has taken action—]

[Nemesis.]

The voice grew heavier, as deep as the abyss.

[Can you guarantee that Michael won’t be defeated as well?]

[O-Of course. Of course…]

[Can you take responsibility?]

[…]

Nemesis shut her mouth.

Answering that question meant she had to be prepared for annihilation.

[I think so.]

[…]

[It’s obvious—this will be another failure. Am I left with no choice but to send Artaros?]

[N-No, that won’t be necessary! I will surely take care of it myself—]

[You keep spouting promises you can’t keep.]

[…]

[You know better than anyone what happens to gods who speak empty words before me, don’t you, Nemesis?]

[I-I do. Of course, I do…]

Nemesis trembled with fear.

She had witnessed firsthand what happened to those who displeased the God of Destruction.

[If you understand, stop making useless excuses. The only thing that matters to me is the result. I don’t need to remind you how much energy is at stake in this war, do I?]

[N-No, of course not.]

[Then go. Bring me results. The only way to stop Plunictos from joining the war is to hand over the Black Scythe.]

[I will make sure to deliver good news.]

[I hope this time, it’s not just words.]

As the communication was cut off, Nemesis let out a deep breath.

Only now did she feel like she could breathe again.

‘If the celestial side doesn’t win this 7th Celestial-Demonic War, we will lose everything.’

Not only would they face the wrath of the countless gods who had placed their bets on the celestial race, but their very existence could be wiped out.

After all, it was Nemesis who had rallied the other gods, persuading them to believe in the celestial race’s potential.

‘That damn Michael! Why did he have to use the Devil’s Resurrection Scroll without permission?!’

Though, in truth, it had been done with her approval, Nemesis had no time for self-reproach.

If they failed to deliver the Black Scythe to Plunictos, this war would end in utter defeat, and she would face annihilation as well.

‘Michael holds the fate of the gods in his hands.’

Nemesis remembered.

During the 5th Celestial-Demonic War, Michael had slaughtered the demons and secured their one and only victory.

Hadn’t he even earned the title God of Battle back then?

‘Even if we lost all the other wars…’

Out of six wars, the celestial race had only won once—the 5th war.

But it was significant because they had achieved that victory without relying on human mercenaries.

‘Though we lost again in the 6th war, this time, the 7th will be different.’

With that hope, Nemesis had made her sales pitch, persuading many gods to place their bets on the celestial race.

Among them was the mighty being she had just spoken to—the God of Destruction.

That was why the 7th Celestial-Demonic War was a battle of life and death.

‘Surely, they won’t lose to the Black Scythe again, right?’

They had already lost Gabriel and many other archangels.

If they lost Michael as well, then even if they handed over the Black Scythe, there would be no chance of victory in the upcoming war.

‘Michael has been gone for some time now. Why is there still no news? Wait… could it be?’

A chilling thought struck her.

Nemesis’ face turned pale.

[No, no, that can’t be.]

Praying that her ominous premonition was wrong, she hurriedly activated her divine authority.

The power to oversee all things.

‘Huh? Huh?’

And then—

Nemesis was thrown into a panic.

She couldn’t find Michael’s presence anywhere in the otherworld.

‘He… he’s gone…?!’

Was her worst fear becoming reality?

Just as she was staring blankly in disbelief, a divine signal arrived.

And then, she realized.

Her worries had been unnecessary.

[Lady Nemesis. It’s Michael. As ordered, I have brought the Black Scythe.]

At that moment, Nemesis snapped back to her senses.

‘Where is he? Where?!’

Tracking Michael’s location, her expression brightened.

‘He’s in the Celestial Realm! And with the Black Scythe!’

To confirm this joyous reality with her own eyes, Nemesis tore through space.

Crack!

With a single step, she stood before Michael.

[Ah, Lady Nemesis.]

Michael bowed his head, and beside him was a prisoner shackled in chains of light—The Black Scythe.

[So this is the Black Scythe.]

[Yes.]

[That wretched bastard! To disrupt the order of the Celestial Realm like this! Filthy scum!]

How much anxiety had she endured because of this lowly vermin?

Her anger boiled over, but the Black Scythe showed no reaction.

[If I had my way, I would throw you into the Abyss and let insects devour you for eternity. But, alas, I cannot.]

As if she no longer wanted to see him, Nemesis turned her gaze away.

[Michael!]

[Yes.]

[Contact Plunictos immediately. Tell him we will hand over this worthless human.]

[As you command.]

After shooting one last glare at the Black Scythe as if she wanted to tear him apart, Nemesis vanished into a rift in space.

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