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77. Who Am I?
Until just now, Ryumin had been at an internet cafe.
It was to join the Plseba cafe.
'In Hwang Yong-min's name, not mine.'
Since the cafe doesn't verify real names, it was easy to use someone else's name.
'Now that someone new impersonating Black Scythe has appeared, the Plseba executives won't be able to just sit still.'
Ryumin planned to use Hwang Yong-min to draw out the Plseba executives.
That's why he used the nickname Black Scythe.
'They're probably on edge after executives died last round. If someone applies with the nickname Black Scythe, they'll surely pay attention.'
Not just pay attention?
They'll try to confirm if it's really Black Scythe under the pretext of an interview.
'They'll probably try to visit the home first.'
So he wrote Hwang Yong-min's home address when signing up.
He wrote the villa's lot number and unit number completely so they could find it properly.
'I didn't know Hwang Yong-min had moved like me.'
The villa Hwang Yong-min lives in now isn't where he used to live.
Ryumin knows well since he was dragged to the front of his house when being bullied by him.
'It seems he recently got it to become independent from his family.'
He clicked his tongue, knowing where the money likely came from.
'No matter where you go, you're in the palm of my hand.'
With the Tracking skill, he can find anyone's location.
In this respect, being a player is very convenient.
It's somewhat understandable why Plseba executives live with a chosen people mentality.
'But their methods are wrong.'
Making people participate in murder as a condition for joining, discriminating against ordinary people, using them as slaves, etc.
The atrocities they commit to become masters of society will be countless in the future.
'Such movements polarize the relationship between ordinary people and players, ultimately leading to destruction.'
That's why he couldn't just stand by.
He needs to kill the executives who could be called the root cause of Plseba and destroy their power.
'No, rather than destroying, it's better to use them. It would be a waste to throw away a force like Plseba.'
Though it's not much now, Plseba will grow into a large-scale force in the future.
Over 30% of domestic players will join Plseba.
'Though they're no different from terrorists, they're by far the strongest among player organizations.'
It's better to find a way to use such an organization rather than dismantling it.
Of course, Ryumin already had a method in mind.
'And a very easy method at that.'
Namely, taking over the already established leader position.
'In other words, me occupying the chairman position.'
No matter how strong Ryumin is, it's difficult to control numerous players with strength alone.
A systematic organization that can unite and handle players is needed.
But there's not enough time to create such an organization now.
'But what if I take over an already established position?'
Not only can he save time, but he can easily control numerous players.
The Plseba chairman position was such a position.
'[Chairman], that guy is nothing special. The position he created is what's important.'
This was Ryumin's reason for approaching Plseba.
To pull down the executives above ground and take over the absolute power position of chairman.
In that process, Hwang Yong-min is just bait to lure them out.
'It's time to send him off now.'
Ryumin grinned and started walking.
It was in the direction of Hwang Yong-min's villa.
* * *
After the hell of Round 4.
Many players opened their eyes to murder.
They became unrestrained in killing ordinary people, and player rampancy worsened.
In a way, it was a natural progression.
Only the first time is difficult, anything becomes familiar.
Hwang Yong-min was like that too.
He was getting used to his current messed up life.
Ding-
Hwang Yong-min who entered the lottery shop approached the counter.
The owner who was reading a newspaper raised his head at the presence and spoke.
"Are you looking for some..."
The owner couldn't continue speaking when he saw the customer.
Because he was wearing a mask like a bank robber.
Thud-
Hwang Yong-min who suddenly threw a bag spoke in a low voice.
"Put all the cash you have in here. If you don't want to die."
"..."
When the owner stayed still as if flustered, Hwang Yong-min slammed his fist on the counter.
Bang-!
Though it was a simple punch, it cracked like it was hit with a hammer.
"Damn, what are you dawdling for? Do I look like I'm joking?"
'A-a player?'
The owner finally realized the opponent was a player.
Such superhuman strength couldn't come from a human body.
Only players are capable of that.
For a moment, the newspaper article he was reading earlier flashed through his mind.
[Convenience store owner dies after being hit with a blunt weapon while resisting a player trying to steal the safe.]
Resisting players is foolish.
Especially in Korea where gun ownership is illegal.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to fill it quickly? Do you really want to die?"
"I-I'll fill it now!"
The owner who hurriedly gathered cash from the POS machine held out the bag.
"Here..."
"Is this all?"
"L-lottery sales have been suspended so business hasn't been good lately. As you can see we're selling various things like a convenience store, but sales..."
"Who asked about that? I know there's a safe inside. Hurry up and bring everything from it. Aren't you going? Aren't you going?"
"I-I'm going!"
When he threatened by raising his fist, the owner quickly brought money from the safe.
Roughly counting, it seemed he got about 10 million won.
"This should be enough."
Hwang Yong-min who was satisfied turned to leave but suddenly turned his head.
"Damn, don't you dare report this. I'll break out of the holding cell and kill you."
"..."
The owner who lost all thought of reporting just swallowed hard.
He didn't know the face anyway because of the mask.
Hwang Yong-min who came outside hurriedly entered an alley lest anyone see.
"Phew."
He took off the mask and checked inside the bag.
A smile naturally formed.
"Hehe, today's haul is good. This should be enough to last a month easily."
He can endure in reality, but what about the other world?
Can he survive the next round right away?
Perhaps because of such thoughts, his face darkened.
'Damn... If only it weren't for this penalty.'
Due to the permanent stat decrease penalty, not only his growth rate but even his motivation dropped.
'I somehow managed to kill 300 orcs this time, but can I survive the next round too...'
The more he thought about it, the more he sighed.
"Damn, this is all because of that bastard Black Scythe."
He lost his friend because of Black Scythe.
His stats decreased because of Black Scythe.
He became a robber because of Black Scythe.
"It's all because of that bastard!"
He shouted in the alley and ran away lest anyone see.
He acted tough to the lottery shop owner saying he'd break out of jail, but it's troublesome if he's actually caught by police.
'Black Scythe, you bastard. If I meet you in reality, I'll tear you to pieces.'
He returned home while inwardly cursing the root cause that made him like this.
Ding- Click!
When he opened the shabby front door, a cramped studio apartment appeared.
Surprisingly, it's his own home that costs 50 in monthly rent.
"Still, it's nice being independent. Don't have to listen to nagging from old-fashioned parents."
He cut ties with his parents as soon as Round 4 ended.
He got money through robbery like now.
Originally he dreamed of becoming a gangster and living in dorms with gang members, but...
'What gangster in this messed up world.'
Everything became bothersome so he gave up on being a gangster and is living in this studio apartment.
'I can just earn money through robbery like now anyway.'
It's not an abundant life, but it's not lacking either.
Thud-
He carelessly threw the cash bag and went to wash up.
He should feel refreshed, but Hwang Yong-min's expression wasn't good.
"Sigh, how long do I have to live this damn life."
Many things happened over the past 4 months.
He survived fierce battles with numerous monsters like goblins, gnolls, orcs, etc.
He had his limbs cut off by the monster called Black Scythe.
He backstabbed and killed his role model Jo Jung-sik.
He killed his close delinquent friends with his own hands.
He started robbery that even gangsters don't do to earn money.
A truly messed up life.
"Black Scythe... If only I hadn't met that bastard..."
If he hadn't gotten the penalty, it wouldn't have been this desperate.
At least he would have had some will to live.
"Ha..."
He felt empty.
Self-loathing also washed over him.
That all he could do in one room was wait for the next round.
That he had to tremble in anxiety about whether he could survive or not.
"Ah."
Suddenly the current time spent spacing out felt wasteful.
'Damn, this isn't the time.'
He might die in the next round right away.
He can't waste precious time.
'I need to spend the remaining time meaningfully. Doing everything I want to do.'
He's already killed people in the other world, already committed robbery, there's nothing to fear.
'What should I do? Should I try raping a passing woman?'
It's already a ruined life anyway.
The world is showing signs of ruin too.
There's no need to think about consequences.
'Ah! Come to think of it, everyone my age would be players, right?'
He shouldn't look down on women.
Gender is meaningless before stats.
Moreover, the humans who survived now are all players who went through the hell of Rounds 4 and 5.
They're definitely not easy targets.
'Can't be helped. I'll have to target older women.'
If he lowers the hurdle to over 30 years old, he can easily subdue them.
The problem is it's hard to find ordinary people outside these days.
'Still, I have to look. It was my wish to do it with a pretty girl.'
Maybe an ordinary person who looks like Seo A-rin is walking around.
He hummed a tune and prepared to go out wearing a coat.
If he struck out, he planned to go to a room salon.
He wanted to go there and ostentatiously spend money with women on both sides like in movies.
'If it's not enough, I can just rob a store again.'
With such thoughts, he flung open the front door.
Hwang Yong-min flinched in surprise.
Because an unfamiliar man was standing in front of the door.
"Ah, you startled me. Who are you?"
"Are you Mr. Hwang Yong-min?"
"..."
For a moment, Hwang Yong-min glared with wary eyes.
The tanned man smiled at that reaction.
"From your reaction, it seems I'm right."
"Who are you...? Police?"
"Police? Hahaha! Did you commit a crime? Let's talk inside first."
When he tried to subtly enter, Hwang Yong-min blocked him with his body.
"Where do you think you're going, bastard? I asked who you are."
"Ah, I'm late with introductions. I'm Lost Yak, the interviewer from Plseba. You applied for membership this morning, right?"
"Is this bastard here to sell drugs? What nonsense."
"Aren't you Black Scythe-nim?"
"Black Scythe? Me?"
At the absurd reaction, Lost Yak realized something was wrong.
"I'll ask once more. Aren't you Black Scythe-nim?"
"Me, Black Scythe? Are you joking?"
"Didn't you apply to join Plseba?"
"What's Plseba?"
"Ah."
Lost Yak sighed, thinking he made a wasted trip.
"I apologize. Then I'll be going."
"What is it? You should at least explain what's going on before leaving, damn."
"It seems someone played a prank using your personal information. Seeing that the name and home address match."
"So you're saying someone used my personal information? Which bastard?"
"Me."
The two people's heads turned simultaneously at the sudden third person's voice.
A stranger wearing a white mask and equipment was standing in the hallway.
"Hwang Yong-min. I used your name."
"What? Who's this crazy bastard."
It was natural for Hwang Yong-min to show an absurd reaction.
Suddenly a masked madman appeared and admitted to using his information.
"You sold my personal information? Damn, do you know me?"
"I do."
"Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
Instead of answering, Ryumin took out Death Scythe from his inventory.
At that huge great scythe, Lost Yak and Hwang Yong-min watching half-opened their mouths.
"Does this answer your question?"
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