The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

‘Damn it!’

Though it was only for the briefest moment, Artaros instinctively sensed death.

Of course, death was a word far removed from someone like him, cursed with immortality.

And yet, just before dying, a troubled look crossed Artaros’s face.

Because even resurrection came with penalties.

Stab—!

The sword that had aimed for the black scythe instead pierced through Artaros’s neck.

The finishing blow had come right back at him.

And so, Artaros died.

Even so, Ryu Min couldn’t help but remain tense.

‘He’s not dead.’

Though his neck was pierced, Artaros was still moving.