Novel & Cerita The 100th Regression Of The Max Level Player

"That’s… that's impossible." Everyone knew the truth. It was drilled into us from the moment we first shifted. Level 100 was the ceiling. The absolute pinnacle of Alpha Wolf power. Lucian had just reached it, and he was considered a generational prodigy. I was Level 99, and that put me in the top 0.01% of all wolves alive. Beyond 100 was myth. Beyond 100 was…

he snapped. I remained silent. In the past, I would've been the first to relent. I would swallow my pride and explain my situation in a meek voice. But now, I couldn't be bothered to speak up. A trace of irritation crept into his voice. "Has the cat got your tongue?" "I'm in front of the city hall," I replied. Julian froze at my words. It seemed like he'd just recalled the promise he once made to me. As long as I proposed 98 times to him in front of the city hall, he would show up on the 99th attempt and accept my proposal.

That would be completely impossible and pure fantasy. Henry was startled. Lydia had just achieved the Grandmaster level. She was still at an early stage, and the Phoenix Bloodline energy would be almost exhausted. It would be more difficult for her to break through again. She might only be able to achieve peak-stage Grandmaster at best. Furthermore, it should be impossible for Lydia to defeat Maxine, who had rich combat experience, over a short period. At least it was impossible to achieve that within a month, and his matter should be done within that period.

“I’ll get you out, I swear.” Tyler’s smile, his gray eyes as hard as he spoke. “Shipmates, your challenge will be futile. And the ritual requires blood and one of you will end up spilling it to power the Phase Shift.” I snarled, my voice a broken thing, defiance all that kept the fear from knotting my stomach. “You’ll break first, Tyler. We’re not your pawns.”

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I had to close my mouth to keep from drooling. I bit my lip, trying to ease the desire that the sight of his body made me feel. He must spend a few hours at the gym every day. Being in shape was an understatement for Mr. Morgan. His abs were so sculpted that they seemed to have more muscles than I could count, his chest was even bigger than I imagined, and the muscles in his arms were huge and well-defined.

When I brought up Lily, Sasha froze, then went quiet. That smug, manic look vanished. I kept going. "She'll be raised by your grandparents. Same as you. She'll turn into you. "She'll grow up broke, getting yelled at, hit—just like you. But she won't get lucky. There won't be another me to help her. "She's spoiled and restless now. She'll probably drop out by middle school, end up in some factory, fall for some loser, get pregnant too young, and spend the rest of her life—"

* Game Engine Modifier: Hardcore (Advanced AI behaviors enabled). * Squad Payout: 6,000,000 Standard Credits. "Six million credits," Leo whispered reverently, staring at the screen. "For one compound. Ren, we used to grind for fourteen hours a day in the public servers just to make ten grand." "The NPC AI on this private server is going to be brutal to justify that kind of payout," Kara warned, strapping a lightweight neural-halo onto her head. "It says 'Advanced AI behaviors.' Expect them to use flanking maneuvers and heavy ordinance. This won't be like shooting mindless mobs in the beginner zones."

“Instance loading complete. New player account bound!” The voice was a flat, synthetic drone in my skull. A massive, translucent panel materialized in the void before me, numbers glowing with cold finality. “Player ID: 666666.” “Level: 0.” “Points: 0.”