The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Ryu Min, veiled in disguise, made his way to the one-room apartment once occupied by Lostyak. Inside, the setup included video chat equipment, and there was no need for him to be discreet, making it his regular Sunday haunt.

Now, as I put on the assassins mask and transform

Ryu Mins appearance underwent a mesmerizing shift, and he turned into a flawless replica of Lostyak, right down to the pale complexion, rendering his previous form unrecognizable.

[Lostyak has joined the chat room.]

He logged into the channel where they convened their regular meetings, but it appeared he was early, as no one else had arrived yet. They seemed to be running a tad late.

During the slightly tedious wait, Yamti logged in.

Welcome, Yamti.

Lostyak, youre here early, huh?

I didnt have much else to do, hehe.

His voice and even his manner of speaking mirrored Lostyaks an uncanny resemblance.

Ive already deciphered the tone Lostyak, Yamti will never notice a thing.

Or so he thought.