The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 191: The 12 Apostles (1)

The Church of Despair is not an official religion.

It was a cult, hence not well known even in the United States.

It was natural for John Delgado to have doubts.

“How did you find me?”

His tone was more polite when he addressed the Spaniard.

Hearing that the man was the founder of Messiah made him feel the need to mind his manners. It was also because he thought of him as a comrade on the same mission to defeat the Black Scythe.

“While inquiring about the top ranker in the US, I met someone who knew you, a believer of the Church of Despair. Thanks to him, we could track your location.”

“To think he dared to sell my face without permission. What a rat-like bastard…”

“He went by the nickname Berber.”

“Berber?”

John’s mouth opened in disbelief.

The guy was one of his most trusted subordinates.

“Don’t be too harsh on him. He didn’t betray you; he provided your location knowing it was an offer you’d like.”

“Che, that guy. I’ll still have to scold him later.”

“Ah, we’ve arrived.”

John, who was grumbling, got out of the car with the Spaniard at the mention of their arrival.

They had reached a remote forest.

“Let’s go. It’s quite a walk from here.”

After walking through the forest for about thirty minutes, a small cabin came into view.

“Is that where the meeting is held?”

“Yes.”

“With so many cafes and other places, why here?”

“It’s a gathering of top-ranked players. It’s better to be in a place that draws less attention. We might end up fighting due to differences in opinion.”

“True, it would be noisy if we started using skills and clashing swords.”

Since it was the first meeting, they had to be extra cautious, not knowing what might happen.

“So, are all the top players from each country gathered inside?”

“Yes. Three days ago, with you as the last addition, the recruitment of the 12 Apostles was completed. But not everyone could attend. Some had difficulty coming to the US.”

With that, the Spaniard opened the cabin door.

Creak-

Six people sat with bored expressions around a wooden table inside.

They were top-level players from various countries, with different hair colors and races.

“How long were you planning to keep us waiting, Spaniard? Do you want us to die of boredom?”

“Ha ha, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Is that the last Apostle?”

“Yes, everyone, please introduce yourselves. This is Necromancer John Delgado, the top ranker in the US and the leader of the Church of Despair.”

As the Spaniard introduced him, everyone’s attention turned to John.

Screech-

The first to rise was a huge man, seemingly over 2 meters tall.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you. I’m the First Warrior.”

John frowned as he shook the enormous hand.

He thought, ‘What a disgustingly big hand.’

“From your accent, you must be British?”

“Yes, I was ranked 5th in this round as a Sword Master.”

“5th, huh? Impressive. You must have earned a lot of points?”

“But compared to the Black Scythe, it’s nothing.”

After the greeting, the next person stood up and extended his hand.

“I’m the representative of India, Swingman, a level 49 martial artist.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“I heard you can raise the dead.”

“Yes.”

“If you ever need corpses, come to our country. There’s no shortage of them.”

John gave a wry smile as he shook hands with the next person.

A shabby-looking Asian who seemed like a gaming addict.

“I’m Dark Soul. I’m Japanese, and I’m a sniper.”

“I didn’t know there was a sniper class.”

“I also didn’t know there was a Necromancer.”

“Did you learn English somewhere?”

“Not learned, just self-taught from watching American dramas. I can’t handle long conversations though.”

Britain, India, Japan, Brazil, Mexico, and so on, each had a different nationality.

Thus, they could only manage simple English, and long conversations were impossible.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, John.”

Most shook hands with John, but one person remained seated.

‘Who’s that guy?’

An Asian sat arrogantly with his arms crossed as if he had no intention of greeting.

“Yang Chiwen, we’re going to be seeing each other, so let’s exchange greetings.”

“Why should I?”

The Spaniard looked troubled at the Chinese man’s audacious attitude.

“Who’s that?”

“He’s Yang Chiwen, who ranked 2nd in the 11th round. He’s a Chinese ranker and the top figure in the Black Society.”

‘Black Society?’

John couldn’t be unaware of the infamous global crime organizations like the Mafia or Yakuza.

It was just absurd that a criminal showed such disrespectful behavior.

“What are you looking at? Damn Westerner.”

“What did you say? If you have something to say, say it in English.”

He didn’t like how the man mumbled in Chinese despite being able to speak English.

“John, please greet the rest of the Apostles. Though they couldn’t attend, they are connected via video chat.”

On the laptop at the table, the faces of four people appeared.

After John greeted them, the Spaniard summarized.

“Well, it seems the introductions are over. Let’s sit down and start the discussion.”

Suppressing his annoyance, John took his seat.

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