The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Knock, knock—

With a knock, the door opened, and a group of slaves entered.

They were called “slaves,” but not long ago, they had been free women with families.

Now, they had become widows, with neither husband nor child.

“These are the carefully selected slaves in their early 30s. They’re so well-maintained that they could be mistaken for being in their 20s, making them more than suitable for your enjoyment.”

“Heh, as I’ve always thought, you and I, Gustavo, are on the same wavelength. Even without me saying a word, you know exactly what I want. Hahaha.”

With bloodshot eyes glimmering, Dungadunga got up from his seat and approached one of the women he fancied.

“Sniff, sniff. Hoo…”

“…….”

He sniffed around the necks of each woman, like a bee smelling flowers, but none of them dared to express displeasure.

They just stood still like mannequins.

They had to.

Even a slight misstep could mean they would follow their husbands to the grave.

“Ho, they’re obedient like well-trained dogs. Not a frown in sight.”

“Of course. Who can stand against power? When their family is killed before their eyes, they fall in line.”

“Haha, this is good, isn’t it? Being able to control other humans as you wish.”

“How could they be considered the same as us? They’re merely regular people who weren’t chosen.”

“Hahaha, true. We players are the ones truly chosen, superior humans.”

“That’s why Brazil should implement a slave system quickly. Does it make sense for regular people and players to be treated equally?”

“Now that you mention it, you’re right. I’ve taken over the country, but I never thought about enslaving them… As soon as I return, I’ll round up all the regular people. Hahaha.”

Seemingly pleased just by the thought, Dungadunga brought over a woman he liked and had her sit next to him.

“Now, let’s have some drinks served by a Mexican slave. Pour!”

“Yes…”

She couldn’t complain about pouring drinks for him.

Just being alive was a miracle in itself.

“Hey! What are you standing around for? Our guest came from afar, so start massaging his arms and legs.”

“Yes…”

At Gustavo’s command, the other women, hiding their fear, approached.

As he sat on the sofa and received a full-body massage, Dungadunga’s expression grew languid.

“Heh, is this heaven? Even back home, I never received such treatment. I truly appreciate it.”

“If you’re grateful, send some Brazilian slaves our way next time. The younger, the better. Preferably under 14 years old…”

“Oh, that’s your preference?”

Gustavo nodded, and Dungadunga laughed in amusement.

“Hahaha! Sure thing. If I receive, I must also give. It’s good that our tastes don’t overlap.”

“That’s right. Hehe.”

Gustavo, with a satisfied smile, turned off the TV showing the image of the black scythe.

As if the mere sight disgusted him.

“Now then, shall we get down to business?”

“Let’s do that.”

The two men drank together for a while and discussed their future plans.

“Even though the media is under control, it’s only a matter of time before the coup is revealed. You can’t hold sand in your palm forever.”

“I agree. That’s why we need to prepare for it.”

“How about this? Let’s form an alliance to counter potential invasions from other countries. A union of states like ours, without a central government, would be quite strong, wouldn’t it?” Ɽ𝙖𝐍О𝐁Ê𝐬

“Gustavo, you’re truly brilliant. The slave system, this alliance—you’re right. There’s nothing more reassuring than helping each other in times of danger.”

“This is a secret, but I’ve heard rumors that there are movements in India and China to establish independent nations.”

“In India and China?”

“Yes. They plan to create independent states like ours, ruled by force. I even know a few of the key players behind it.”

“Really? That’s high-level information.”

“They’re probably hesitating because of the speech by the Black Scythe, unsure whether to go through with forming their independent states. If we extend a helping hand to them first, it could be a great way to bring them into our alliance. What do you think?”

“That’s an excellent idea. The Black Scythe’s speech is proving useful in uniting us. Hahaha!”

As he laughed heartily and downed his drink, Dungadunga suddenly had a thought.

“Hm, but you know, isn’t there another way?”

“What other way?”

“Do we really need to become enemies with the Black Scythe? If possible, it would be best to bring him to our side, wouldn’t it?”

“He openly provoked players in a public forum. Do you think someone like that would cooperate?”

“It doesn’t hurt to try…”

Gustavo suddenly stood up, causing the woman who had been pouring drinks beside him to scream and fall over.

“That bastard talks about justice, kills KF, and even declares war on us. He’s not the type to listen to reason…”

Drip—

A cold sensation spread across his feet.

He looked down to see that the liquor bottle the woman dropped had spilled its contents on his feet.

“You little b—!”

Feeling irritated, Gustavo grabbed the woman’s hair and lifted her up.

“Aaah!”

“I spared you because you’re a woman, and you can’t even pour a simple drink properly?”

“Ow, it hurts, please let me go…”

“A slave talking back?”

Hearing the murderous tone, the woman realized her mistake too late.

Instead of begging for forgiveness, she had been thinking only of the pain.

“I-I’m sorry. Sob, it’s my mistake. I truly apologize, aagh!”

As he threw her to the floor, clumps of her hair came out.

“Damn it, lick it up.”

He extended his foot, and the woman, with tears in her eyes, crawled over.

It was humiliating, but she was relieved to be alive.

Rumors said that Gustavo had killed over a truckload of people just for having an “annoying look.”

But she didn’t know about the other rumor—how he turns sadistic when dealing with women.

“No, this isn’t enough.”

Gustavo, retracting his foot, turned to Dungadunga.

“May I ask you a favor?”

“A favor?”

“I’d like to punish this ungrateful wench, but as you can see, I prefer younger ones.”

“Ah.”

Dungadunga understood immediately and smiled wickedly.

Seeing this, Gustavo also curled up his lips into a grin.

There was no need for a verbal response.

That greedy smile was all the confirmation he needed.

“Your master has ordered me to punish you. Come here, I’ll personally administer your punishment. Hahaha.”

“Aaah!”

Dungadunga pinned the woman to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sob, please forgive me.”

“Shhh, stay still. You’ll get hurt if you struggle.”

Dungadunga began to undress, intending to assault the woman.

At that moment—

Crash!

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