The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

As Heo Tae-seok clicked his tongue in regret, Seo Arin was searching for someone.

“Ah, there you are, Democracy.”

“Huh? Miss Seo Arin? You were looking for me?”

“Yes. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Me?”

Min Juri looked puzzled as Seo Arin continued.

“Have you seen the Prophet anywhere?”

“Oh, no, I haven’t…”

“Aren’t you two friends? Didn’t you come together?”

“No. I invited him, but he refused. He said he’d come on his own, but I don’t know if he’s actually here.”

‘She’s not even sure if he came to the Death Church?’

Seo Arin gave Min Juri a curious look and asked,

“Why are you looking for him?”

“We’re neighbors. Since his house was destroyed, I was worried about him. But the real reason is…”

Seo Arin hesitated.

Then, grabbing Min Juri’s wrist, she pulled her to a secluded corner.

“W-What’s going on?”

“I don’t want others to hear.”

“What are you about to say…?”

After checking their surroundings, Seo Arin finally spoke.

“I think the Prophet is acting strange.”

“Huh? Strange? What do you mean…?”

“I can’t track him. Even though I know his name and face, I can’t find his location.”

“…”

“If you don’t believe me, try it yourself. After the speech ended earlier, I got the same error message.”

Seo Arin noticed something odd—

Instead of being shocked, Min Juri seemed lost in thought.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Uh, well…”

“Do you know something?”

Min Juri flinched, as if caught off guard.

Seo Arin narrowed her eyes.

“If you know something, tell me.”

Min Juri sighed.

“It’s a secret, so don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Of course.”

“I actually asked him about it recently. He said there’s a rune that can disrupt tracking. It lets you block others from locating you whenever you want.”

“Ah…”

Seo Arin nodded in understanding.

That explanation made sense.

But something still felt off.

“That’s not the only strange thing.”

Her next question made Min Juri frown.

“In all the months I’ve been in this cult, I’ve never seen the Prophet. Are you sure he’s even a member?”

Min Juri’s response was immediate.

“He is. He just rarely participates.”

“But the number of members has stayed the same. How can he not participate?”

One after another, Seo Arin’s questions flowed.

And Min Juri, having wondered the same things before, had answers prepared.

But Seo Arin wasn’t convinced.

Then, Min Juri hesitated before revealing something.

“One time, the Prophet made a ridiculous joke. He said… he’s the Black Scythe.”

“…What?”

Seo Arin’s eyes widened.

Then she repeated the words as if she hadn’t heard correctly.

“So you’re saying… the Prophet claimed that he’s the Black Scythe?”

“Yeah. He said that’s why we can’t track him.”

“…”

Seo Arin was left speechless.

It was an absurd statement. Anyone else would have dismissed it as a joke.

But she couldn’t.

The Prophet wasn’t the type to make meaningless jokes.

‘The Prophet and the Black Scythe… are the same person?’

Her mind raced.

At first glance, the two seemed completely different.

One was an aloof, mysterious figure known for his accurate predictions.

The other was a ruthless warrior who led battles with overwhelming strength.

But there was one crucial detail—

She had never seen the two of them together at the same time.

‘Now that I think about it… I’ve never once seen them in the same place.’

It was a strange coincidence.

Of course, their appearances were different, but…

‘In this world, where people can resurrect the dead, who’s to say shape-shifting is impossible?’

If the Prophet had the ability to change his appearance, everything would make sense.

‘It would explain why he avoids public appearances… and why he’s so hard to track.’

Seo Arin was beginning to believe it wasn’t just a joke.

But Min Juri, on the other hand, laughed it off.

“Honestly, isn’t that ridiculous? They look completely different!”

“Appearances can be altered.”

“Even so, personalities don’t change. The Prophet and the Black Scythe have totally different personalities.”

“But what if one of them is an act?”

Min Juri waved her hands dismissively.

“I was in the same high school as him. There’s no way he could hide something like this. He’s not the type.”

Seo Arin pursed her lips.

Min Juri’s certainty made it difficult to argue further.

‘People believe what they want to believe.’

If someone was convinced of something, no amount of reasoning would change their mind.

Forcing the issue would only make her seem like she was overthinking things.

‘Fine. Whether she believes it or not doesn’t matter.’

What mattered was that Seo Arin now had a lead.

If there was even a chance that the Prophet and the Black Scythe were the same person, she had to investigate.

‘I’ll confirm it myself.’

Her gaze shifted toward the podium where the Black Scythe had just stood.

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