The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 275: VS Michael (1)

The sky above the sky, the god of battle, the only hope, the highest-ranked archangel.

Michael carried countless titles, but none of them could truly satisfy him.

‘In the end, I’m just another pawn moving at the gods’ command. There’s no real difference between me and my subordinates in that regard.’

Even though his subordinates revered him as the heavens themselves, Michael felt empty.

After all, it was just a league of their own.

He was well aware that they were nothing more than frogs in a well.

Perhaps that was why he yearned for something greater.

A once-in-a-lifetime feat—becoming a god.

‘But in the end, even that is a futile endeavor.’

From Remiel, who ranked 7th, to Gabriel, who ranked 2nd.

He had turned a blind eye to the deaths of his fellow archangels, using them as sacrifices, but it was no longer possible to delay the inevitable.

‘And now, my turn has finally come.’

To personally kill the Black Scythe.

To extinguish with his own hands the greatest opportunity of his lifetime.

[Haa.......]

Michael let out a sigh without realizing it.

His plan to keep the Black Scythe alive until the 20th round and achieve his ambition of becoming a god had come to an end.

‘No... strictly speaking, it’s not over yet.’

But for all intents and purposes, it might as well be.

The gods were watching from behind the scenes.

Nemesis, the goddess of vengeance, as well as an even darker god, were pressuring him to bring in the Black Scythe immediately.

‘Is it truly impossible to delay this any further...?’

There were no more archangels left to send.

No more excuses to make.

If he failed to hand over the Black Scythe to the demon Grand Duke Plunictos before the start of the 18th round...

‘Plunictos will find an excuse to manifest himself, and in the end, we’ll lose the Celestial-Demonic War.’

Not only that, but he would also earn the wrath of Nemesis and the other gods.

[Damn it, how did things end up like this?]

Looking back, it was all because of Gabriel.

— If we use the Demon’s Resurrection Book that we picked up during the last Celestial-Demonic War, we can make the Black Scythe a sacrificial offering. We don’t even need to act ourselves. We can use other players who already hold a grudge against him. ṛάΝÒBЁS

Trying to buy time by following Gabriel’s plan had been the worst possible move.

‘If only I hadn’t been swayed by his suggestion to use the Demon’s Resurrection Book... things wouldn’t have spiraled out of control like this.’

But regret, no matter how early, was always too late.

The plan had failed, and as a result, Plunictos had grown displeased, drawing the gods into the matter.

In a way, it was his own decision that had led to this disaster.

‘No... could this all have been Plunictos’s scheme from the start?’

Had he deliberately left behind the Demon’s Resurrection Book to give himself justification to intervene?

Had he anticipated that the angels would use it and planned to use that as an excuse?

‘He... knows my name?’

And not just his name.

“The sky above the sky, the highest-ranked archangel.”

Frankly, Michael was astonished.

A mere insect knew about him?

[You must have coerced my subordinates for information.]

“Well, technically no, but believe what you want.”

At first, the Black Scythe had looked surprised, but now, his expression had turned calm.

‘He can remain composed in front of me? Even archangels tremble before me, yet he...?’

That smug smile irritated Michael.

“What’s wrong? Does my smile bother you?”

[...]

“Relax a little. A lowly insect should at least be allowed to smile in the presence of such a noble being, right? Why let it get to you?”

Now, he was even mocking him.

Michael let out a hollow laugh.

[Hah... I was always curious about what kind of person the Black Scythe was, but this... You’re nothing more than a lowly, insolent brat.]

“Yeah, yeah. But I don’t see why I should care about what a birdbrain like you thinks.”

[...]

[Now I understand how the other archangels fell to you.]

‘They must have let their guard down after being provoked by his nonsense.’

It was obvious.

The reason he was taunting so blatantly was clear.

‘He’s trying to make me drop my guard since he can’t win with skill alone.’

But Michael was different from the other archangels.

He wouldn’t fall for such a pathetic trick.

He had already seen through it.

‘Arrogant human. Does he think he’s special just because the system chose him?’

He was wrong.

Up until now, he had simply been lucky enough to kill archangels.

Now that he faced an opponent beyond his league, his fate was sealed.

[Do you have any idea why I’ve come?]

“You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?”

[I won’t kill you. Just subdue you.]

“To do what, exactly?”

[You must face judgment for disturbing the heavens.]

“Judgment? And who the hell do you think you are to pass judgment on me?”

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