The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Gustavo, a cartel member, often thought to himself:

‘I’ll kill every last member of this organization and take it over someday.’

Even while being beaten under the guise of discipline by his superiors, Gustavo endured the life of the cartel, driven by ambition. He dreamed of reaching the top and living the life of leisure, surrounded by women, like the senior leaders.

Despite being willing to do anything—looting, arson, murder, kidnapping, drug trafficking—he had remained at the bottom.

Until the upheaval a year ago.

“P-please, spare me… Ugh!”

Gustavo smirked as he drove a knife into the heart of the man before him. The reason for this man’s death was simple:

‘How dare he look straight into the eyes of Mexico’s number one?’

Just the audacity of his gaze was enough.

That alone justified the man’s death, especially since he was a mere ordinary civilian.

“Damn, got blood on my clothes. Disgusting. Hey, slave, come clean up this body.”

“Y-yes!”

Since the upheaval of 2022, Gustavo had concealed his true nature and survived by any means necessary. As a result, he had recently risen to become Mexico’s number-one ranked player, allowing him to put his long-held plans into action. He eliminated the superiors who tormented him and the old leaders, forming a new unit composed solely of players—his own cartel.

But that was only the beginning.

After restructuring the organization, his first order of business was to seize control of the government. While there was resistance from the military, the outcome was inevitable.

A player army, impervious to bullets, was not something regular soldiers could stand against.

“Mexico’s government is now under our control. I personally decapitated the president, burned his family alive, and purged all government officials. Mexico belongs to our organization now. There’s no hope for you inferior civilians.”

This happened only a month ago. It was the actions of Gustavo, who had reached level 60. To the people of Mexico, it was a shocking turn of events.

“From now on, all media is under our control. Confiscate the citizens’ phones, cut off internet and communication lines, and stop all broadcasts.”

The reason for Gustavo’s command was clear: to transform the country into one ruled by force, where laws no longer mattered.

But Gustavo’s tyranny didn’t end there.

“All civilians are now declared slaves to the players. You lowly beings will crawl when commanded, and defiance against a player means immediate execution.”

It was the natural order in a world where the strong survived.

To create a kingdom ruled solely by might, he needed to subjugate the civilians first.

“But who’s this…?”

Gustavo’s eyes landed on a TV screen.

[… If any player intoxicated by power is oppressing the innocent, stop immediately… If you don’t, I will personally come and deliver justice.]

“Justice? Justice, they say?”

Gustavo sneered as he read the translated subtitles.

A declaration to destroy his kingdom, plain and simple.

“F***ing monkey. You think you can challenge me?”

Even if he knew the situation, it made him laugh. There was no way it would work.

“It’s impossible to enter Mexico anyway.”

With full control over the military, he had instructed them to shoot down any suspicious aircraft or ships.

‘I have no plans for diplomacy anyway. All flights and ships are grounded.’

Mexico had become a completely isolated land, holding millions of hostages as leverage.

In such a state, there was no way the so-called “Black Scythe” could enter Mexico. Even if he found out about the situation here, it wouldn’t change anything.

“Arrogant Black Scythe. How dare he talk about justice and retribution? This can’t be tolerated. I’ll soon mobilize the army and strike back at Korea. I’ll show him what happens when he messes with me.”

There was no one in Mexico who could challenge him now. Both the cartel and the military were under his control.

‘I am the king, and this land is mine.’

Not even the Black Scythe could dare to invade his kingdom.

Knock, knock—

With a soft knock, someone entered the room.

“Mr. Gustavo, Mr. Dunga Dunga has arrived.”

“Oh, is it that time already?”

Gustavo gestured to his assistant as he got up from his seat.

“Prepare a reception for our guest. Bring in twenty beautiful slaves.”

“Understood.”

As the assistant left, secretly cursing Gustavo under his breath, Dunga Dunga stepped into the room.

“Good to see you, Mr. Gustavo.”

“Welcome, Mr. Dunga Dunga. I hope the journey wasn’t too taxing.”

“Oh, not at all. It’s a breeze when you have a private jet.”

“Please, have a seat.”

Dunga Dunga chuckled as he sat down on the sofa, glancing naturally toward the TV.

“This is the speech from Black Scythe, isn’t it? I’ve come regarding this very issue…”

Dunga Dunga’s expression grew serious.

“What do you think of his speech?”

“It’s nonsense. Not worth taking seriously.”

“Do you think it was directed at us?”

“Well, it’s possible, but even if he knows we’ve taken over the government, it changes nothing.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“A plan? What for? He won’t make it past our defenses before getting blown out of the sky.”

“True, with your orders to shoot down any unauthorized aircraft or vessels, we don’t have much to worry about.”

“Exactly. We just need to stay here and enjoy ourselves with the slaves.”

Just then, a loud noise interrupted their conversation.

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