The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player Novel - Chapter 231
Chapter 231 – A Country Dominated by Regime
Before his duplicate was reached by a bullet and died,
Ryu Min was tracking Dark Soul with his tracking skill.
It wasn’t because he was the only apostle who didn’t show up at the agreed place.
“As expected, there was a trap.”
1 km away, Dark Soul was preparing for the sniper.
“To think he could kill me with a sniper. He hasn’t regained his sanity yet.”
If strength doesn’t work, there are other ways.
Using Yamti to turn them into slaves.
“I’d like to take advantage of the challenge, but those prideful guys won’t accept it. It’s also a hassle.”
How convenient it is to dominate people just by looking at them!
That was why he brought Yamti.
“Yamti, go and dominate those guys.”
“Hey, Mr. Black Scythe?”
Yamti spoke looking at Yang Qiwen, Jang, and the Spaniard.
“Is there no room to dominate everyone?”
“Who are you currently dominating?”
“The police chief, the president of Pseva, Jeffrey, are three.”
Yamti can dominate five people in total.
There are only two places left.
“Release the police chief. He’s useless now that the president favors us. The same goes for the president of Pseva. We don’t need that guy after absorbing Pseva members as followers of the Church of the Four Gods.”
Although borrowing a plane might cost money, it doesn’t matter.
He can demand it from the president or easily get it with Ryu Min, who has 1 trillion won.
“I understand. So, what about Jeffrey?”
“Better leave him just in case. It’s okay if he’s released from domination.”
Now that the temptation has been lifted, four places have been created.
Although considering that once you’ve tempted someone, you can’t tempt them again, it was a smooth decision.
“Greetings to the owner.”
“Greetings to the new owner.”
After dominating even the Dark Soul they brought last, the four apostles greeted by kneeling.
“Get up. There’s no need in front of others.”
Looking closely, though they are under Yamti’s command, the delegation of authority makes them follow my orders like slaves.
“But sir. What do you plan to use these guys for? Wouldn’t it be easier to kill them?”
Was it bothersome to have more competition?
Ryu Min responded looking at Yamti, who made an uncomfortable expression.
“It’s pointless to kill them. I gain no benefit. Use them as much as needed and then kill them.”
Killing them now would only decrease the number of possible players in Round 15, which would be troublesome if it decreased further.
Of course, the story would be different if killing them now generated some benefit.
“Now that the goal has been achieved, let’s go back. You can also disperse for now. There’s nothing I need you to do yet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t say the word ‘owner’ in front of others.”
“Ah, understood. Then…”
After the four apostles greeted by bowing, they withdrew.
“Yamti, let’s go too.”
“Yes.”
At that moment when Ryu Min was taking a step, his phone vibrated.
Apparently, it was a notification that an email had arrived.
“Is the investigation over?”
The content of the email turned out to be surprisingly simple.
[Sender: Director of the National Intelligence Service, Kwak Min-seok]
<Title: Mr. Black Scythe. Requested File.>
Content: If you enter the secret code I informed you the other day, you will be able to access the security document. Best wishes.
When I went to the Blue House last time, I was given a 12-digit secret code that I needed to open files.
I remember startling the chief of staff when I memorized it instead of writing it in a message.
‘291294719481’.
When I entered the 12 digits, the security page opened.
<List of countries dominated by players’ regime>
Mexico
Total number of players: Estimated at 90
Agitator’s alias: Gustavo
First report: 05/01/2023, 21:29, call to the Korean Embassy (Listen to the conversation).
Evidence: Since last month, all commercial exchanges have been blocked and sea routes are closed. There is no available news. Additionally, a recording of the testimony of a local who managed to leave was obtained (Listen to the testimony).
Brazil
Total number of players: Estimated at 130
Agitator’s alias: Donga Donga
First report: 05/01/2023, 22:12, call to the Korean Embassy (Listen to the conversation).
Evidence: Since last month, all commercial exchanges have been blocked and sea routes are closed. There is no available news.
<These are the results of the investigation of the reports received so far. If reports on other countries are received, I will write and send them via email. That’s all.>
Ryu Min quickly raised his head after checking the information.
The destination was clear.
“Have reports been received?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you going?”
“For now, I’ll go to Mexico, which is nearby.”
“Then, can I go with…?”
“No.”
Flutter-
Ryu Min’s wings spread behind him.
“I’ll go alone. Yamti, join your companions and continue promoting the Death Sect. Also, inform my reasons for not joining.”
“Understood, sir. Take care.”
“What could happen to me?”
Ryu Min let out a mocking laugh and flew high into the sky.
As he watched until he turned into a black dot and disappeared into the sky, Yamti moved late.
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Cartel member Gustavo had always thought.
“Someday I’ll kill all the members of this organization and take over it.”
Despite being beaten by his superiors daily as an excuse for military training, he stayed in the organization due to his ambition to rise.
Someday, like the officers at the top of the organization, he would mingle with women and enjoy a carefree life.
With that great dream, he entered the organization and didn’t stop at robberies, arson, murders, rapes, human trafficking, or drug trafficking.
“Darn it. How long do I have to stay at the base?”
For him, young and defenseless, promotion was just a distant dream.
At least until a year ago, before the great upheaval.
“Please, forgive… No! No!”
Gustavo, who plunged a knife into a man’s heart, smiled with a sinister grin.
The reason the man before him was dying was simple.
“How dare you look into the eyes of Mexico’s best player with those unlucky eyes?”
Just because his eyes seemed unfortunate.
That was reason enough for the man to die.
Since he was a mere inferior civilian, it didn’t matter if he died.
“Hey you, your clothes are stained with blood. Damn it, filthy. Slave, come here and clean up this corpse.”
“Yes, yes!”
Since the Great Disruption of 2022 and my survival.
Gustavo, hiding with claws and fangs, managed to survive like a true demon.
As a result, he was able to fulfill a promise made long ago by recently becoming Mexico’s number one player.
He had killed all his superiors and old bosses who tormented him and had formed a new unit.
A cartel-like organization made up solely of players like him.
But that wasn’t all.
After reorganizing the organization, the first thing he did was take control of the government.
There were frictions with the rebels during the process, but the outcome was as obvious as daylight.
Normal soldiers couldn’t stop a unit of players that not even firearms could subdue.
“We control Mexico now. I personally cut the president’s throat and burned his wife and children alive. All government officials were humiliated. Mexico is now under our dominion. There is no hope for you, simple citizens.”
All this happened just a month ago.
Gustavo acted once he reached level 60.
It was a shock to Mexican citizens.
“From this moment, I will control all media. I will confiscate citizens’ phones, completely block the internet and communications, and halt all broadcasts.”
The reason Gustavo gave that order to his subordinates was clear.
He wanted to turn the country into one governed solely by force, with no room for law.
Gustavo’s reign of terror didn’t stop there.
“Citizens are now declared slaves of the players. Inferior citizens must crawl like dogs if ordered. Players’ words are law and anyone who defies the players will be executed immediately.”
In a world of survival of the fittest, it was natural for the strong to survive.
To create his own kingdom ruled only by force, it was necessary to enslave the citizens first.
“But what is this nonsense…?”
There was a television in front of Gustavo.
“[… If there is a player who has usurped power under the influence of power and is bullying citizens, I order you to stop immediately… If you do not stop your criminal actions… I will personally come to condemn you]”.
“Condemn me? What is this, a condemnation?”
A mocking laughter escaped Gustavo’s lips as he looked at the translated subtitles.
A declaration of war to overthrow his kingdom?
“Damn Yellow Monkey. Your arrogance reaches the heavens.”
He didn’t know whether to laugh or not, but he could only laugh.
It wasn’t possible.
It wasn’t even possible for Black Scythe to enter Mexico.
Controlling the government meant controlling even the armed forces.
They were ordered to ruthlessly shoot down any object that entered without prior notice through the sea or air.
“We don’t intend to deal with other countries anyway. There are no flights or ships.”
Mexico had become a lawless state, cut off from any external communication, all in its effort to become a paradise of anarchy.
That meant they had taken tens of millions of citizens as hostages.
In this situation, it was impossible for Black Scythe to enter Mexico.
Even if he learned of the situation here.
“The arrogant Black Scythe. Dare to condemn? What are you muttering about? This won’t work. I will soon mobilize the army and avenge Korea. I will clearly show what happens if you provoke me.”
At this moment, no one in Mexico could touch him.
The cartels and armies are all under his command.
“I am the king and this is my country.”
No matter how powerful Black Scythe was, he wouldn’t dare invade his own kingdom.
Knock, knock-
Someone entered the room with knocks on the door.
“Mr. Gustavo, Mr. Dunga Dunga has arrived.”
“Ah, is it already time?”
Gustavo stood up from his seat and signaled to his secretary.
“Prepare a reception for our guest. With twenty beautiful and well-built slaves.”
“Understood.”
As the secretary withdrew, mentally cursing the pervert, Dunga Dunga entered.
“A pleasure, Mr. Gustavo.”
“Welcome, Mr. Dunga Dunga! You’ve traveled a long way.”
“A long way? What’s that? If you take a private plane, it’s a quick ride, isn’t it?”
“Please, have a seat here.”
Dunga Dunga sat on the sofa laughing and casually glanced at the television.
“It seems Black Scythe is giving a speech. I came just for that matter…”.
Dunga Dunga’s expression turned serious.
“What do you think of that speech?”
“It’s just nonsense. Not worth thinking too much about.”
“Was he aiming at us?”
“It’s possible, but he probably said it unknowingly. Even if he knows we’re in power, it won’t change anything.”
“Do you have any plans?”
“What plan could there be? Anyway, he’ll collapse before reaching Korea.”
“I guess we don’t have to worry if they shoot down any plane or ship without permission to enter.”
“That’s right. We can stay here and enjoy our comfortable slaves.”
That’s when it happened.
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