The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

‘Why is she embarrassed?’

Whether Christine was embarrassed or not, Ryu Min focused solely on protecting her.

If she collapsed, thousands of others would fall too.

‘It wouldn’t even take a few minutes before we’re all wiped out.’

This was why healers were crucial in this round.

Some of the other players seemed to understand this as well, offering grateful nods to Christine.

It wasn’t just nods; some even spoke directly to her.

“You’re the one healing us now, right?”

“Thank you, Miss Chrissy.”

Christine had no time to respond.

Losing focus or stopping on her own would immediately interrupt her Sanctuary skill.

And if it stopped, she’d need to wait 30 minutes to cast it again.

‘That’s why Christine’s role is so important.’

Determined to protect her at all costs, Ryu Min infused healing into her back.

“Uh, Mr. Black Scythe?”

“What?”

“Could you take your hand off my back…?”

“It’s much faster to heal when I’m touching an area close to the wound. Didn’t you know?”

“Oh…?”

Christine’s eyes widened in surprise, seemingly unaware even as a healer herself.

“Thanks for the tip.”

“So stop worrying about unnecessary things and just focus.”

“Yes…”

Although she answered, Christine still seemed embarrassed.

Tupapapapapapa-!

“Ugh!”

“Argh!”

Fifteen minutes had passed, and groans started to come from all around.

It was the time when everyone could definitely feel the increased intensity of the pain.

Shwaaaa—

But as soon as they received the Sanctuary’s effect, their expressions turned peaceful, as if the pain had never happened.

Without Christine’s healing, they would have collapsed from exhaustion in this phase.

Christine, who had also received Ryu Min’s healing, was in the same situation.

‘The pain… it’s completely gone.’

A surprised Christine looked at Ryu Min beside her.

“Mr. Black Scythe. Are you using the Emergency Treatment skill right now? Why is it so effective?”

“It’s not Emergency Treatment, it’s just a heal.”

“What? A heal?”

‘It’s not an ordinary heal thanks to the Rune of Radiance.’

Healing was a holy-type skill.

The Rune of Radiance doubled the efficacy of holy-type skills, so the recovery was extraordinary.

‘Besides, I’m timing the heal right when Christine takes damage, so she probably doesn’t even feel the pain.’

It was a method he devised to minimize pain.

Other players, without this coordinated healing, had to endure alternating pain and recovery.

“Ugh, this hurts more than I thought.”

“But with the heal, it’s bearable.”

“This mission is easier thanks to Chrissy the healer.”

“Let’s hold out for just 15 more minutes!”

Voices of encouragement and determination echoed from all sides.

They were confident they could clear this round if Christine’s healing continued without interruption.

But Ryu Min’s expression remained serious.

The damage would increase to an absurd level as they moved forward.

‘Continuous healing won’t be enough. The incoming damage will be too overwhelming.’

At the three-minute mark, damage so severe it rendered healing ineffective would strike every two seconds.

At that point, there would be no room for the current sense of calm.

Even if they received healing.

‘This round was designed with the assumption that people would receive healing. That’s why it’s called “Pain Endurance.”’

Especially in the last 10 seconds, the damage would be unbearable.

Even with healing, more than half the players would inevitably die.

‘Unless they’re wearing highly defensive gear or guzzling multiple potions like me, they won’t survive.’

Wearing the Black Armor of Thanatos, Ryu Min had an impressive 88% chance to deflect bullets.

Originally, it was 67%, but thanks to the set bonus and Russell’s gear reinforcement buff, the effect increased by 1.32 times.

‘Most bullets deflect off me, so I’m taking almost no damage…’

Others, however, would soon begin to experience hell.

Even Ryu Min, during his first time clearing 15 rounds, had nearly lost his mind.

It wasn’t just like being pricked by needles—it was more like being carved with knives.

‘Nobody else will survive the last 10 seconds unless I block for them.’

Ryu Min’s mind drifted to an item in his inventory.

The Elixir of Super Regeneration he had received in the 8th round.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

‘It wouldn’t matter if I was alone, but to save others, I need this elixir.’

To prepare for the 20th round, as many people as possible had to survive.

It would come at the cost of tremendous pain, but he was ready to make that sacrifice.

[Time remaining until the end of the round: 00:09:58]

Twenty minutes had already passed.

They only had to endure for 10 more minutes, but screams began to fill the air, signaling that many were reaching their limits.

Tupapapapapapa-!

“Aaaah!”

“It hurts!”

Pain that felt like being pierced by an awl came and went.

Normally, it would be too much to endure, but thanks to the continuous healing, they could manage.

Of course, those with weaker mental fortitude were already at their breaking points.

“Ugh…”

“Hold on, Chrissy. Whatever happens, don’t pass out.”

“Yes…”

Christine gritted her teeth and held on, but not everyone had her mental strength.

“Aaaah!”

One man subtly slipped behind another, causing the person in front to take the brunt of two bullets instead.

“H-hey! What are you doing? Aaah! Get back here! Urgh!”

“I’m sorry. I need to rest; this pain is too much.”

“Get back in your spot! Aagh!”

The difference between taking one bullet and two was massive.

But the man, unconcerned, abandoned his position and used others as his shield.

‘Haha, this doesn’t hurt at all. Should’ve done this sooner…’

The man’s thoughts ended abruptly.

A winged ghost appeared before him and slashed his throat.

Thud

The man fell, unable to leave any last words, as his body crumpled lifelessly.

The bullet that was meant for him vanished in an instant.

The person who had been shielding him showed visible relief.

Watching this, Ryu Min’s lips curled into a smile.

‘Well done, John Delgado.’

Before the round began, Ryu Min had given John Delgado specific instructions.

If anyone tried to flee, execute them without hesitation.

‘Trying to use others as a shield just to save yourself? Such scum doesn’t deserve to live.’

It was better to eliminate such individuals early on; they only caused chaos and problems.

“Hey! Come back!”

“Because of you, I’m taking two bullets!”

“What are you doing behind my—!”

Slash-!

Swish-!

Swish-!

When others tried to flee, Sariel stepped in, swinging his scythe.

The sight of the Angel of Death cowed everyone into silence, though he turned away without further action.

Sariel’s message was clear: he wouldn’t touch those who didn’t flee.

When around a hundred bodies piled up, people no longer tried to leave their positions.

They didn’t hide behind others anymore.

Anyone with a brain could tell: leaving their spot meant immediate death at the hands of a scythe-wielding specter.

‘It worked.’

With Sariel patrolling like a warden, everyone gritted their teeth and held out.

No more defectors emerged.

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