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

Her back arches and she cries out my name. I don't know if it's just my mind, but she is coming apart for me. Her cries fill the room, her legs shake. I keep pounding into her as she gasps and shudders. She pulls me down, her nails digging into my back. My name falls from her lips over and over again.

There was a glass wall in front of her, and Adrian was operating a console. Adrian had been too excited to notice that Larissa had removed the blindfold. She peered curiously at the glass, but her eyes narrowed at the sight of it. It was Max! Max stood amongst piles of corpses. He trampled them under his feet. He looked down at them, very much like a god of war. He was covered in blood, yet he stood tall. All these years, Max had never slacked. He trained hard himself, as well as his subordinates. His goal was to be the strongest martial artist.

“So what? I'm not allowed to?” Rean glanced at his medicine before grabbing me roughly by the throat. “You were trying to switch my medication, weren't you? Just like Jessy did to Abraham. You ungrateful brat! After everything I've given you, this is how you repay me?” he shouted furiously. His grip tightened. “You even hurt my daughter!” I let out a bitter laugh. “I hate Anna!” Rean shook his head in disappointment. “Don't you ever blame Anna for your own mistakes!” he shouted, his face turning red. His breathing became strained.

On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise. I used to believe that even if she graded me from zero, by the hundredth time, I would've gotten a perfect score, and she'd finally agree. So, I chose to propose for the hundredth time on my 30th birthday, hoping to start a new decade and a new chapter with her. I had assumed she would say yes without a doubt this time. But she turned me down again, just as decisively as before. I got to my feet and faced her clearly annoyed expression. I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go.

Eric was keen on getting rid of Tess. His twenty-over men charged at Tess and Regal with various weapons. Within mere minutes, a huge number of them were lying unconscious on the floor. Eric had a taste of Tess’s strength. Inwardly, he knew he wouldn’t be able to defeat her alone. Just like the final battle of the competition, with max. Max had been very distracted, seemed lost and occasionally stared at the exit of the venue. Eric took his chance, tackled Max and emerged victorious when Max surrendered. It didn’t feel like victory.

"It’s a... lure. He’s using your... compatibility... to bridge the... final gap..." Alexander’s eyes flared a blinding, electric silver. He felt his father’s ego surge, a wave of orange ambition trying to drown his identity. "Accessing Level 150," Alexander said, his voice straining against the internal pressure. "Objective: The Zero-Point. Status: Irreversible."

The Alphas at the tournament won’t hold back either. Maxim is the toughest opponent I have ever encountered, besides Alpha Menno. He has no significant weak points, no flaws. His technique, speed and strength are exceptional. Although Alphas are genetically superior to others by nature, Maxim is on another level among all the Alpha heirs I have ever seen. I didn’t get out much, and I haven’t seen other Alphas fight, but you can just tell by his aura. He trains hard for it though. He deserves all the credit he is getting.

A woman with a lower will might surrender after 3-5 encounters, while a strong-willed individual, such as a CEO or president, may require significantly more effort, potentially 10-15 encounters before she considers surrendering. As he read through the details, he noticed a roadmap outlining different milestones: 10, 25, 50, 100, 200, 500, and 1000. Each milestone indicated a reward for making 10 women surrender, with progressively greater rewards for each subsequent level—25, 50, 100, 200, and so on. The system seemed to promise increasing challenges and rewards as he advanced.

He hopped onto his mount — a perfectly round pig with short legs but surprising speed — and sprinted across the meadow, through a forest of glowing mushrooms, toward Max’s gamertag. When he finally found him, MegaMax was hanging off a cliff edge, health bar flashing dangerously low. A monster towered over him, massive and ridiculous, all jagged horns and bright neon eyes, like a nightmare that had been dropped into a children’s cartoon. “What the—” Jamie muttered, already throwing himself into the fight. Max’s character rolled away, barely. Jamie’s fingers flew, muscle memory and panic. Heal, dodge, buff, strike, please don’t die. In his headset, Max laughed breathlessly like he wasn’t one h

As she left the alley, she suddenly screamed and fled. Felix had appeared. "Damn it! I got so caught up in training I forgot you appear randomly when entering Corpse Town." He picked up the two black bags and headed toward the hall. Almost immediately after he left, the woman reappeared and resumed dragging the prisoner. … Two months later, excitement filled the Maximus family compound. Tyler had finally tamed 100 wraiths, which meant they could return home. "Tyler, is 100 wraiths your limit?" Tyler nodded. "Yes, Elder Dean. I can feel it. Not even one more is possible."