The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player
Chapter 293: Rune Selection Ticket (2)

[He’s not human. He’s a god now.]

Plunictos’ eyes widened.

[W-what do you mean? Are you saying he ascended into godhood?]

Artaros’ hazy eyes turned toward Flunictos.

He nodded. Plunictos cried out in disbelief.

[That’s impossible. How could a human become a god……?]

[Even after seeing it yourself, you still doubt it?]

[……]

[Unless he was a god, he couldn’t have wounded us. But he tore me apart and cornered me.]

Plunictos was visibly shaken.

Artaros had just admitted it himself.

The Black Scythe had cornered him.

‘That means that human… no, that being… is stronger than Artaros…?’

If he was stronger than the unrivaled god of battle, just how powerful was he?

And yet, the most shocking revelation came next.

[It seems someone has interfered with the system. Otherwise, none of this would be possible.]

[Huh? The system?]

The system was untouchable—only a select few gods involved in its creation could modify it.

Plunictos sensed the situation had grown far larger than expected, but a lingering question remained.

[Come to think of it, why did you save me?]

[Would you prefer I hadn’t?]

[No, no. I’m grateful you bought me time to escape. I almost died at the hands of a human… disgraceful.]

[I told you—he’s not human.]

[Ah, r-right. In any case, I’m glad I didn’t die… but I still don’t understand why you saved me.]

[It wasn’t out of personal desire. I was acting under orders from above.]

[Orders… from above?]

Artaros nodded, and Plunictos asked again—who gave those orders?

Then came an answer he hadn’t anticipated.

[What? That one…?]

The reason Plunictos was shocked was simple.

The god Artaros mentioned was an overwhelming figure.

Not just any god—but one of the primordial, original gods.

[He… he’s interested in this petty game?]

[It may seem petty to you, but to the gods, much is at stake. Watch your words.]

[M-my apologies.]

Scolded on the spot, Plunictos couldn’t hide his astonishment.

The idea that a superior who probably didn’t even know his name had stepped in to save him…

[For someone like me—a half-baked god—to receive his attention… this is an honor.]

[He didn’t say to save you.]

[What?]

[He simply ordered that the Black Scythe be stopped from rampaging further.]

[Ah……]

Plunictos let out a sigh, his joy quickly deflating.

[But… you didn’t stop him, did you? Seeing how you came back defeated.]

[It wasn’t a total loss. I gathered valuable data on him. And though I was pushed back, I didn’t lose.]

[But you said you couldn’t kill him?]

[Instead, I erased his memories—turned him into a blank slate.]

[Ohh, then you did fulfill the order! A mindless fool can’t run wild, after all.]

[That would be nice…]

Artaros’ eyes peered into the distance like clairvoyance—watching the Black Scythe from afar.

[But he’s running around, clear-headed. Looks like the memory wipe didn’t work.]

[W-what? Oh no……]

Plunictos also gazed into the alternate world through clairvoyance.

There he saw the Black Scythe, slaughtering his soldiers.

[That damned human bastard dares touch my subordinates!]

[I told you—he’s a god now.]

Artaros spoke in a solemn tone.

[That’s how we must now regard him. You and I alike.]

[Huh? Me too?]

Plunictos asked, bewildered.

[Why me…?]

[There was an order to use any means necessary to carry out the mission. And in my judgment, your help is essential to catching the Black Scythe. So you will help.]

[……]

[Refuse, and it may get reported to him.]

[Ugh……]

‘You bastard, resorting to threats… damn it.’

Plunictos grimaced but said nothing. His anger faded quickly, though.

Artaros made an enticing proposal.

[But if you help me, your contribution will be reported to him. You know what that means.]

[Ohh…!]

Plunictos’ eyes sparkled.

This was an opportunity.

A chance to rise above being a half-god and become a true deity through merit.

[I understand. I’ll assist with all my heart. Do you have a plan in mind?]

[Not immediately—but be ready for Round 19. That’ll be the best chance to strike Black Scythe.]

With that, Artaros showed a faint smile for the first time.

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