The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player
Chapter 295: Have a Good Time (1)

Seo Arin tossed and turned on the bed.

Lately, she hadn’t been able to sleep.

It was because her mind was filled with stray thoughts.

And the cause of those stray thoughts was none other than the Black Scythe.

‘I can’t believe Black Scythe-nim was the Prophet…’

When she found out that Yamti was an acquaintance of the Black Scythe, to be honest, she was envious.

Because Seo Arin’s wish had always been to meet him at least once in real life.

‘But I was already meeting him? And as a neighbor, no less.’

Wasn’t there a saying that the darkest place is under the lamp?

The Black Scythe had been living just downstairs, and yet she hadn’t suspected a thing.

Because the Prophet and the Black Scythe, not just in appearance but also in personality, seemed completely different.

Of course, the claim that he was the Black Scythe was solely the Prophet’s assertion.

‘But it didn’t feel like he was lying. He even showed proof.’

She had seen with her own eyes his appearance transform.

He even demonstrated the speaking style she knew from the Black Scythe.

Given that, how could she not believe?

‘The Prophet-nim is definitely the Black Scythe-nim. Definitely…’

The way of speaking, the vibe—it was undoubtedly the Black Scythe she knew.

That much she could be sure of.

At that moment, a sudden anxiety crept in.

‘Wait a second. Could it be that I made a mistake in front of the Prophet-nim? That would be terrible…’

Suddenly anxious, Seo Arin frowned and pressed her temple.

She retraced her actions, wondering if she might have behaved disrespectfully without realizing it.

‘As far as I remember, I wasn’t rude. Thankfully, it seems I didn’t make any mistakes.’

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Seo Arin pulled the blanket up to her chin.

Perhaps because her head was filled only with thoughts about the Black Scythe, a wave of embarrassment suddenly washed over her.

‘What do I do… The more I think about it, the more he keeps popping up…’

Especially the fact that he was living next door made her heart race.

If someone you liked lived just a few meters away, anyone would feel the same.

‘I miss him. I miss him so much I could go crazy.’

Her heart, which couldn’t calm down, eventually led her to fall asleep without realizing it.

But as soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, thoughts of the Black Scythe tormented her again.

‘Ugh… I only slept for four hours.’

Rubbing her eyes, Seo Arin washed her face and naturally opened the fridge to pull out the sandwich she bought at the convenience store yesterday.

She chewed it together with milk and quickly finished a simple meal, then sat on the sofa in her pajamas and turned on the TV.

Thinking TV was the best way to shake off stray thoughts, she did so out of habit… but it was a mistake.

Because a program about the Black Scythe was airing on TV.

[Currently, only 143 players remain worldwide, right?]

[That’s right. After the end of the 18th round, the number of players, which was 900 million, has now dropped to just three digits.]

[Not many left, huh.]

[Yes. But among players, even this number is considered a lot. They say it’s thanks to the Black Scythe that so many survived.]

[It seems the Black Scythe has been quite active in the other world?]

[From what we hear, yes.]

[From what you hear? What do you mean?]

[Since ordinary people like us can’t go to the other world, we can only rely on the accounts of the players who came back alive.]

[So according to the players, how exactly did the Black Scythe help?]

[They claim he supported them in crafting items, found out strategies for upcoming rounds in advance, and in every way possible helped more players survive. Thanks to that, it’s considered a miracle that 143 players are still alive. He’s been taking on a leadership role.]

[In other words, he’s like a savior for the players?]

[Exactly. And it’s not just players. The Black Scythe’s deeds for ordinary civilians are also significant. He wiped out the KF group in Nigeria, maintained CPF’s domestic security, eliminated coup-plotting players, prevented the monster summoning of the 16th round, and so on. He’s already saved countless civilians.]

[When you list it out like that, it’s overwhelming. How are the citizens reacting to him?]

[He’s being treated as a hero of the century. There was a time when negative opinion towards players reached up to 79%, but now it’s dropped to 5%. The public’s perception has improved drastically, and almost everyone knows the nickname Black Scythe.]

[I see. But even after all these achievements, the Black Scythe’s identity remains unknown?]

[Yes. Apparently unwilling to reveal his identity, he always appears before the media wearing a white mask. No one knows what his face looks like. All that’s known is that he’s over 180cm tall and has bronze skin…]

Seo Arin muttered as she turned off the TV.

“No, that’s all fabricated…”

Knowing who the Black Scythe really was, she couldn’t help but find the TV chatter unpleasant.

‘Instead of forgetting, now I’m thinking about him even more.’

Trying to forget him by watching TV had backfired.

Now, she really wanted to erase him from her mind.

Wanted to forget him.

But then, a thought occurred.

Why should she?

Why did she have to suffer like this?

‘I don’t know. Why do I have to?’

If she wanted to meet him, she should just meet him, right?

Why was she trying to erase the Black Scythe from her mind as if she had done something wrong?

There was no reason to.

‘Should I… go see him?’

Pushing aside her hesitation, Seo Arin decided to meet the Black Scythe.

Since they were neighbors and even on familiar terms, it wouldn’t be awkward.

She was already close with his younger sibling, calling each other “noona” and “dongsaeng” casually.

As she thought that, her mind, which had been a mess, felt neatly organized.

But a new problem arose.

‘What excuse should I use to visit?’

Even if they were familiar, she still needed a reason.

She couldn’t just knock on his door saying she missed him.

‘Come to think of it, I did receive rice cakes when they moved in, right?’

And she even had a meal at Ryu Min’s place.

Though it was his sibling who cooked, she had still been treated to food.

‘Good! I’ll use that as an excuse and make something to bring over.’

Since they were neighbors, saying she made some food wouldn’t seem weird.

With her thoughts settled, Seo Arin cheerfully imagined the scene.

She pictured Ryu Min happily eating the food she made.

That alone made her heart swell and brought a joyful smile to her face.

The problem was…

‘Oh, right… I don’t know how to cook.’

The only thing Seo Arin had ever made in her life was instant ramen.

She usually relied on delivery or convenience store meals.

‘Wh-What should I do?’

Seo Arin’s face drooped like a puppy caught in the rain.

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