The 100th Regression Of The Max Level Player Novels & Stories

60 years Ago- Third Person POV “Come on Luca you are an Alpha you can catch me,” Ten year old Max Killgon is racing with 14 year old Luca Camron through the woods behind the Black Hills Packhouse. Max is tall for his age, black hair and silver eyes. His babyface betrays his age. “You asked for it Beta,” Luca actually puts forth effort and tackles his future Beta. Luca is only two inches taller than Max, already he had muscular arms and legs, Crystal blue eyes under long black hair.

"Pretty average." One of the guests fully believed Morgan and was keen to have her join them. "It's okay. I can teach you." Derek also encouraged Morgan to join the game. As a pro gamer herself, Morgan looked at the game they were playing, then at their rankings. The highest level among them was 47. For this, she was hesitant about revealing that she had achieved level 80. "Uh—Maybe I'll use my dad's account." Morgan sat in front of a desktop and skillfully entered William's username and password.

She said to me, and I smiled. "Yes, I know," I said, and she nodded. She looked at her computer and began to type. "To challenge a Macsim, you will need a hundred Million Crons. His price tripled after the Taxation issue. He killed a lot of Alphas, adding their challenge value to his." She explained, and I looked at Liam to see if he had that amount.

It was truly remarkable and Zephyr could not help but be blown away by the power of the Ancient Draconic bloodline. Maxim’s mood worsened when he noticed Zephyr. He could easily sense any fighter’s level and when he realized that Zephyr had not progressed beyond a Strength of level nine, he felt frustrated. This was because Zephyr and Yang had come in at the same time and Yang was already close to an Agility of Three.

Xiao Yao said mocking the user a bit, after all, achieving a perfect ranking is only possible in the tutorial. "Tutorial? I didn't have a tutorial, when I woke up in the middle of the war of some ancient empire with the sword stuck in my belly the system I was given announced the mistake of being sent there... Well, it's a long story, I did it win and the lord god apparently to apologize let me have the maximum score. I'm the only SSS rank user, of course, I stole the core of that world, and I was going to destroy... Cough... Cough... well, that's it”

They drive in comfortable silence until they arrive at Andrew's house. Max steps out of the car and makes his way inside the house, leaving Andrew in the parking lot. "Alright, everybody. Everyone ready to do another round of the game?" the coach asks excitedly. They've been playing this video game for about fifteen minutes, and everyone is already getting exhausted. Everyone except for him. Max has been struggling to keep up with the others. He hasn't played this video game in years, but he still remembers most of the moves that are involved. So, when the coach calls his name, he immediately stands up from his place on the carpeted floor.

"Once a month, I will provoke you and erode you will come little by little. It isn't our last game," Hana smiled confidently and asked, "You think I'll never beat you," "Of course," Roley said with a laugh. "When you're practicing, I'm doing my training as well. Currently, my magical power is higher than yours; at level 8, you will take up to 2 years to reach the hegemon level. Wao, it's been an incredibly long time with you," "In 4 months, I will beat you," Hana said confidently. "I'm sure,"

Victor was back in prison. Maximum security. The kind of prison where the walls were concrete and the windows were slits and the doors never opened. No visitors. No phone calls. No mail. A concrete box with a bed and a toilet and nothing else. The kind of place where men went to be forgotten.

Lukas looked shocked for a moment before quickly composing himself again. “B-but it’s not possible. She hates us. She doesn’t even want to see me or her mother. So how do I convince her to accept you back, sir? And besides, you are married. What if the madam finds out about it?” I scoffed. “There can only be one madam in the Anderson family, and that person is Meadow. And as for convincing her, it’s simple. She’s your daughter, so you are supposed to know her weak points… or don’t you want the money? One million dollars can really do a lot for you and your family,” I said, twirling my pen.