The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player Novel - Chapter 230
Chapter 230 – Snipers
“I appreciate being considered as the Messiah. However…”
Doubt suddenly arose where Black Scythe was expected.
“Will Black Scythe come after all this time? To these distant lands of the United States?”
“He will come. Whether with good or bad intentions. Although the bad intentions can be quite significant.”
“What does that mean? Are you saying he’ll come to kill us if he has bad intentions?”
In response to his subordinate’s question, Yang Qiwen did not deny it.
“Yes, he’ll probably come to kill us. We can’t leave alone someone who has killed the other Twelve Apostles.”
“So, shouldn’t we not be here? We should escape right now…”
“About the place.”
Yang Qiwen’s gaze towards his subordinate turned cold.
“What are you doing, acting unbecomingly of the Dark Society? Are you now worried about your life?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just, isn’t the enemy the enemy? I’d rather die meaningfully than…”
“Hey, why wouldn’t there be meaning? Didn’t you hear the plan? Just with Black Scythe’s arrival, we’ve achieved half of our success. It’s an opportunity to crack his head open.”
“Is that so?”
“So, you don’t need to worry. Just stay here to attract attention along with us. It’ll be easier for Dark Soul to aim.”
“Understood, leader.”
Yang Qiwen, tapping his shoulder, reached out to the Spaniard.
“Give me the radio.”
“Here you go.”
Click-
Yang Qiwen turned on the radio and began voice tests.
“Can you hear me well, Dark Soul?”
-Yes, I hear you well.
“Can you see us?”
-I can see down to the pores.
“Don’t make annoying noises, just aim well. If you miss once, there won’t be another chance.”
“Don’t worry. If the target stays still, I’ll hit it without a problem.”
“Good. Black Scythe will definitely draw our attention, so shoot carefully.”
“Don’t worry.”
After releasing the radio, Yang Qiwen still felt unsatisfied.
“It’s annoying that our fate is in the hands of those guys. Annoying curse.”
“What did you say?”
“It’s nothing.”
After murmuring in Chinese, he returned the radio to the Spaniard and checked the time.
There were 10 minutes left until the agreed time.
“Will he really come? Even if he promised my comrades, Black Scythe might not show up.”
“It could be a trap. If it were me, I wouldn’t go.”
But since the opponent is Black Scythe, he might come precisely because it’s him.
He’s confident in his abilities, to the point of disregarding a trap.
He’s always been at the top, so his pride is also strong.
“Let me tell you something serious. Don’t be afraid and look him straight in the eye when Black Scythe appears. If you look away, Black Scythe might too.”
“Do you want us to attract his attention to make it easier to shoot, right?”
“That’s right. Use the Spaniard’s words to focus attention. Express your sincere desire to fall under Black Scythe. If all else fails, even kneel down to seize any opportunity while he lets his guard down. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”
“All right. Now mentally prepare yourself and wait. Today might be the last day of your life.”
Gulp
As he swallowed nervously, waiting for that moment.
The gazes of the three people turned to one place.
Step, step.
Someone with a large scythe and a white mask was approaching them.
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The first emotion Dark Soul felt upon obtaining the sniper profession was joy.
After all, he was already a fan of first-person shooter games, so the profession felt familiar.
“I really am suited to be a sniper. There’s no feeling like taking someone down with a single shot.”
But the reality was, in vulgar terms, disappointing.
At 26 years old, jobless and playing video games at home, an otaku.
That was Dark Soul’s true identity.
That’s why the people around him didn’t look at him kindly.
Neither his family, nor his friends, nor society in general.
“Why do they view my life with blinders when games are more beneficial than smoking?”
“Study, find a job, make sure to earn money. Are you going to live like this? You’re a loser.”
Although he wasn’t harming anyone, people enjoyed meddling in his life.
“It’s my life, why do they interfere and complain?”
After all, you only live once.
Dark Soul’s philosophy was to enjoy more of the energetic and short life rather than pursuing a long and thin one.
Although he was told not to justify himself all the time.
“Why strive so hard? Anyway, my life is already ruined, why not live it my way?”
Is it worth it to strive and work hard to catch up to those who have always lived comfortably?
Dark Soul preferred to cut down on the time spent on effort and enjoy life more.
“In these times, only fools become successful by striving so hard. Look, I asked to fail and I really did, didn’t I?”
Ultimately, the world turned out to be as Dark Soul thought.
Instead of being rewarded for his efforts, 1.8 billion people ended up with limited lives.
Although Dark Soul had survived well so far, his current thoughts were different.
“It’s not because of talent. I just got lucky. That luck might end today.”
If he ever got hit by bullets or failed to assassinate Black Scythe.
Dark Soul’s life could also come to an end right here.
“Do you think they’d ever shoot me? I’m number 1 in the Japanese rankings. How many heads have I cracked so far?”
The sniper profession didn’t require the careful planning of movies, considering wind, distance, and bullet speed.
He just had to pull the sniper rifle out of the inventory, find a place, and lie down.
After all, his “Sniper Rune” significantly increased accuracy.
Especially when shooting from a kneeling or prone position, accuracy tripled.
There was no need to worry about wind direction or projectile speed, like in reality.
“If I know how to hit the opponent in the sniper’s calculation, there’s no problem.”
Of course, there was also a range limit on the rifle, so distance had to be considered.
In other words, if he focused only on the range, even a beginner sniper could hit.
“But as long as I’m lying down, there’s no chance of failure. As soon as I’m in sight, I’ll shoot and kill.”
After skills like [Sniper], which increased bullet damage, and [Penetration], which ignored defense, and even a skill boost like [One Hundred Percent Accuracy]?
He could put a hole in anyone’s head, no matter who they were.
“Come on, come here. Damn provoker. I’ll kill you in one shot.”
There’s no fear of retaliation.
Not when aiming from the maximum distance of 1 km with his current sniper rifle.
If he showed up at the agreed-upon location, he would kill him immediately.
As he confidently aimed through the scope, a click sounded: the radio.
No voices came through.
But it was certain it was a signal sent by the Spaniard.
They had already agreed they would send a Morse code message if they spotted Black Scythe.
“He’s here, he is. Where are you?”
Looking through the scope, he saw him clearly.
A villain with a white mask was approaching.
“It’s Black Scythe.”
Although he hadn’t seen him in person, he could tell it was him.
Just by looking at him, he held an uncommon scythe and wore a mask identical to the one he had seen in the media.
Dark Soul, with nerves tense, tracked Black Scythe’s movements through the telescopic scope.
“He’s entered the range as planned. If he stops, shoot him immediately.”
Enhancement skills were already activated.
Just like in the game, when pulling the trigger on the crosshair, the bullets would fire without recoil, unlike a real sniper rifle.
Then, like cutting a hundred threads in one pull, he would double over like a rag doll.
No exceptions for Black Scythe.
He is also human.
“Whew. Take a deep breath. This shot will decide everything.”
Just as he hoped Black Scythe would halt his steps.
Thud-
Finally, Black Scythe halted his steps.
“Now!”
Phew-
When he saw the opportunity, his finger moved without hesitation.
A reaction speed so fast even he would be amazed.
He blinked once and saw Black Scythe fall with the scythe caught in the scope.
“W… we got him.”
A sense of ecstasy seized Dark Soul’s face.
“We killed Black Scythe. Hahaha! We got him! I got him!”
Even zooming in the telescopic scope once more, it was the same.
There was a pool of blood forming around Black Scythe’s head impaled on the ground.
Looking at Black Scythe, three of the disciples smiled and, watching that scene, Dark Soul felt proud like a general who had captured the enemy.
But suddenly, something strange crossed his mind.
“By the way, why isn’t a message appearing? Shouldn’t he be the representative now that I’ve killed him? Can’t I take his place after killing him in reality?”
Couldn’t he take the title by killing someone in reality?
Though curious, what was clear was that he had killed the famous Black Scythe.
“Alright. It was good that Jo Sen-jing won first place in the area. Huhuhu.”
While laughing to himself, the joy was short-lived.
“I found him.”
Surprised by the voice he heard at his back, Dark Soul couldn’t help but stiffen his face.
It wasn’t because Black Scythe, whom he had just killed, was standing unharmed behind him.
“Yes, how…?”
“How am I alive? Because I was not the one dying.”
It was at that moment.
Tick-
At that moment, an urgent voice echoed on the walkie-talkie.
“What happened? Dark Soul! The guy’s body suddenly disappeared! I saw him die right in front of my eyes, splattering blood, but he vanished as if possessed by a spirit! Huh? Speak up! Why aren’t you responding…?”
Dark Soul couldn’t answer Yang Qiwen’s voice.
The body that was supposed to have disappeared was aiming a scythe towards them.
“If you don’t want to die, it would be better to drop that weapon. Don’t think unnecessary thoughts.”
Dark Soul shuddered.
“This guy. He has no common sense.”
He considered launching a surprise attack but decided against it.
If the opponent was indeed Black Scythe, any resistance would be futile.
“If you listen well, I won’t kill you. So don’t worry.”
“W-what are you scheming?”
“Let’s first go see your friends.”
When Ryu Min stepped forward nodding with his chin, Dark Soul moved cautiously, observing.
‘What’s he thinking? He doesn’t intend to let me live, does he? Does he plan to gather us all in one place to kill us?’
It would be better to resist to the end and die at the last moment.
‘Maybe it’s an opportunity. If we unite, we might find a gap.’
The comrades were not people who would simply give in.
Even if they died, they would choose to die resisting.
Of course, he had no desire to die so insignificantly.
‘I’ll watch my comrades and seize the opportunity when they attack Black Scythe.’
Even if he was the only one left, he must survive, right?
‘Please. Be afraid, guys. Even if I’m scared, give me the chance to escape.’
With that desperate wish, they arrived at an alleyway that turned out to be an ambush site.
When they entered, they saw Yang Qiwen standing silently and, in the designated spot, the Spaniard appeared.
Even an Asian woman was there.
“Welcome, master.”
The woman respectfully bowed her head to Black Scythe.
Whether they spoke Korean or not, it wasn’t surprising.
It wasn’t strange for a player of Black Scythe’s level to have a secretary.
The issue was that not only Black Scythe bowed his head.
“Welcome! Mr. Black Scythe, sir!”
All the members of Messiah bowed their heads 90 degrees upon seeing Black Scythe.
“What’s going on…?”
Dark Soul murmured, surprised by the unexpected situation.
“These bastards joined Black Scythe in the meantime.”
It was clear they had clung to him like leeches hoping to survive.
“I knew it would be like this. These spineless scoundrels!”
“You’ll be like that soon too.”
“What?”
Upon hearing Black Scythe’s words, Dark Soul let out an ironic chuckle.
“You look like a beggar. Even if you can kill me, you can’t control my heart…”
“Dominate him.”
With a word from Ryu Min, Yamti advanced.
It didn’t take long before Dark Soul, under mental control, bowed his head.
“Pleased to meet you, master.”
“Now, your new owner is Black Scythe. Greet him.”
“Nice to meet my new owner.”
Dark Soul greeted, mentally dominated.
Looking down at his neck, Ryu Min smiled ironically.
With this, the organization called Messiah disappeared forever.
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