CHAPTER 229. DELEGATION
[Black Scythe, C.P.F squad leader, warns players worldwide! Don’t do bad things.]
[Black Scythe says he hates criminals: if you get caught, you die! Declaration of war!]
[As Black Scythe says, which countries are rife with player crime?]
[President Yoon says: Countries oppressed by players should ask Korea for help.]
[After Black Scythe’s speech, netizen reactions: “He’s arrogant” vs. “He’s overflowing with justice.” Other countries’ reactions?]
After the Blue House speech, all sorts of articles went up.
Given the subject matter, netizens argued fiercely about it.
└This is ridiculous. Who the hell is he to butt in, saying he’ll save people or not?
└Seriously. Meddling has limits lol. Now he’s saying he’ll save other countries too?
└Morons. Even if he says he wants to do something good, you people still lose your minds.
└No, whether it’s “good” or not, it’s just funny. What right does he have to judge others? Is he a judge? What, is this some lawless zone?
└Hey, you idiots! You don’t even know who you can sleep with your legs stretched out because of? If it weren’t for the C.P.F, street stores would’ve been looted clean!
└Bullshit. Players die of “natural causes” anyway. Half of them drop dead every month—what’s the point?
└So if a swarm of mayflies pours into your house, you’ll just leave it because they’ll die in a day? You’re spouting nonsense like an idiot.
└Exactly. Thanks to Black Scythe, the damage is at least lower. Look at overseas articles—there are still tons of countries going crazy because of criminal players.
└Other countries, my ass. As long as we live well, why the hell are we helping someone else’s country? lmao
└He said he hates mayfly criminals, didn’t he.
└From what I see, he’s just doing it because he wants to satisfy his urge to kill.
└Guys. He’s trying to do something good—support him a little. You can’t even praise him, and you’re tearing him apart like crazy.
└Seriously. So many people talk trash because it’s not their problem. For victims, Black Scythe’s words would be a ray of hope…
└No, is there even a country asking to be saved? What country has players taking the government and harassing citizens? Isn’t this just a conspiracy theory?
└We’ll find out if reports come in. Just watch.
└There could definitely be. If I suddenly got superhuman strength and abilities, I’d assassinate the top leadership and seize power first. Then I’d rule however I want and live like a king.
└The comment above is a potential criminal. Watch out for guys like that.
└I think the same as Black Scythe. We’re living peacefully like this, but there could be countries suffering because of players. For those countries, they’d have nowhere to ask for help—so Black Scythe’s offer would be like a light of salvation.
└But there’s no evidence—everything is just assumptions, you idiot~
└Why are you weak-ass ordinary people fighting here? Go fight outside over there.
└Uh, excuse me, I really don’t know, but what is Black Scythe? Is it a newly released scythe?
The comment section was basically a battleground.
Because it was such a sensitive topic, people were split.
‘Doesn’t matter. I can just show them the results.’
If anything, the more it blew up, the better.
When people’s attention was focused, that was when he needed to act—the ripple effect would be bigger.
‘Time to go.’
Ryu Min pocketed his phone and got on the plane.
“Black Scythe-nim? Nice to meet you. I’m Captain Seo Tae-seok. I saw you the last time we flew to Nigeria…”
“Yes. I remember.”
He was the one who had advised him to be careful, saying Nigeria was dangerous, when he got off the private jet back then.
“I can say it now, but… I’m sorry for speaking out of turn at the time. I didn’t even know you were the famous Black Scythe-nim…”
“It’s fine. Thanks to you, I could stay alert.”
“Are you going to do something good again this time?”
Ryu Min smiled faintly.
It couldn’t be seen because of the mask.
“Something like that. I’ll be counting on you again.”
“Ah, don’t worry. I’ll get you to your destination comfortably.”
After shaking the captain’s hand, he took his seat in first class.
Thud—
But not long after, someone sat down right beside him.
Slave No. 1, Yamtti.
“Where are the others?”
“All six are seated in the back.”
There weren’t only the two of them on the plane.
Including Slave No. 2, Joo Seong-tak, as well as Heo Tae-seok, Eom Jun-seok, Min Juri, Seo Arin, and Jo Yong-ho.
The key members of the Reaper Church were together.
It was, in other words, a kind of delegation that Ryu Min had called in order to promote the Reaper Church overseas.
‘We’ve already absorbed all the domestic players, so now it’s time to move abroad.’
If he wanted to control players across the world, the most effective first step was to get them to join an organization.
‘Even if I’ve framed it as a religion, the Reaper Church is still, in the end, an organization made of players.’
Wouldn’t joining a “religion” called the Reaper Church create a stronger sense of belonging than some small café like Player’s Haven Café?
‘Still… it must’ve been sudden 연락, and yet everyone came willingly. I’m grateful.’
It made sense for Heo Tae-seok and Eom Jun-seok—they were the cult leader and the cardinal—but the others had no real reason to step up.
And yet they boarded a flight to the United States at his request, so he could only be thankful.
“Should I tell the crew we’re cleared to depart?”
“No. Wait a moment. There’s someone I need to call before we go.”
Ryu Min immediately called Christine.
—B-Black Scythe-nim?
Christine, who had received the number through Jeffrey last time, answered happily.
“Yeah. It’s me. It’ll be night on your side, right? Sorry for calling late.”
—No, it’s fine. Eleven isn’t that late. You can call anytime. But what’s going on…?
“Not for nothing, but I’m about to take a private jet to the U.S.”
—What? Really?
“I’m trying to promote the religion I belong to—the Reaper Church. Since I’m going to the U.S anyway, I thought it’d help if you came along too.”
—That’s a good idea. I’ll guide you. I know where players gather really well.
“Thank you for accepting so readily. Then let’s meet at Dallas Fort Worth International Airport in fourteen hours. You can come with Jeffrey.”
—Jeffrey… too?
Her voice carried a hint of disappointment, like she’d been planning to come alone.
“The more people we have, the better.”
—O-okay. Then I’ll see you at the airport.
With that, he brought Christine in as well.
“Now we depart.”
“Yes, Black Scythe-nim.”
The plane slowly took off.
A quiet chapel with no one inside.
After ending the call, Christine lowered her phone.
To get a call from the man who had saved her life—right in the middle of prayer.
‘Did the Lord answer my prayer?’
She was smiling softly when a voice came from behind.
“Who is it that you answer the phone with such a bright voice?”
She turned her head.
It was her father.
“W-what? Did you hear?”
“If you speak that loudly, how could I not hear? Whose call was it?”
“……Black Scythe-nim.”
At that, Nathan’s previously indifferent face brightened.
He already knew who Black Scythe was.
The lifesaver who had rescued his daughter in Round 11.
As her father, there was no way he could see him negatively.
“You spoke with him at this hour of the night?”
“Yes.”
“You weren’t saying you’re dating Black Scythe, were you?”
“W-what? D-date—who’s dating who?”
Christine’s face reddened like a radish.
“So you’re not dating? If you were, I’d like that.”
“I-I barely even know him—how would I d-date him?”
“You dated that trash called Ma Kyung-rok just fine, didn’t you?”
“That was because you forced that match on me!”
“Ahem… about that, I’m sorry. I truly had no eye for people.”
The Ohsung Group heir murder case was such a global issue that even a country on the other side of the planet knew about it.
Of course, Nathan—who had arranged the marriage—couldn’t not know.
“I thought he was a fine man, but he was a psychopathic killing maniac hiding his true nature. If that marriage had gone through, I would’ve regretted it for the rest of my life.”
“Seriously.”
“People really can’t be judged by the outside. Tsk, tsk.”
Nathan clicked his tongue—he didn’t even want to put Ma Kyung-rok’s name in his mouth.
A piece of trash who killed his own siblings because of succession competition, and even tried to kill his daughter—an eyewitness—to bury the secret.
Just thinking about it made anger surge up.
And compared to that—what about Black Scythe?
Not only was he his daughter’s lifesaver, he demanded no compensation at all.
And according to the recent news, he’d even declared he would save countries in need from players.
If there were a saint, it would be Black Scythe.
“Hah hah, two months ago you went to Korea saying you’d find Black Scythe’s whereabouts and came back with nothing, and now you’re at the stage where you’re calling each other? If this goes well, the chances…”
“What are you even saying?”
“I’m saying you should make a move on Black Scythe. Opportunity doesn’t come whenever you want. Step forward actively and make him yours!”
“Father!”
“Why? You don’t want to? If you don’t, then what about that Prophet? I don’t think he’s bad either…”
“Dad!”
“Haha, I’m joking, joking. Anyway, why did Black Scythe call?”
After calming herself down, Christine explained what she’d talked about with Black Scythe.
“He said he made a religion called the Reaper Church and came to the U.S to promote it. He asked if it’d be good for me to help…”
Christine watched Nathan’s reaction.
Even if it wasn’t an officially recognized religion, he was still asking her to help a different faith, so it weighed on her a little.
But Nathan was a surprisingly open-minded cleric.
“Helping with promotion isn’t a bad thing. Even if it’s another religion.”
“Really?”
“Yes. But I’m only allowing it because it’s Black Scythe. If it were some other religion, no way!”
“You even know how to say things like that?”
“Ahem… lately I’ve been looking up the words young people use…”
“Young people don’t really use that phrase either…”
Christine didn’t know it, but Nathan was trying, in his own way, to change.
To narrow the distance with his daughter, with whom conversation had always been awkward.
‘I don’t know how much time we’ll have together. I can’t waste precious time.’
Was almost losing his only daughter to her fiancé the trigger?
Nathan showed Christine a gentle smile she normally never saw.
“W-why are you smiling like that?”
“It’s nothing. Anyway, help Black Scythe well and come back. And just in case it’s dangerous, take Jeffrey with you.”
“I was thinking that too.”
“Good. It’s late—go to sleep.”
“Yes, Father.”
Christine smiled softly as she watched Nathan, who felt different somehow.
It seemed she wasn’t the only one whose mindset had changed after surviving the brink of death.
[This is Captain Seo Tae-seok. Shortly, our aircraft will be arriving at Dallas Fort Worth International Airport in the U.S state of Texas.]
After fourteen long hours of flight, Ryu Min—along with the Reaper Church delegation—set foot on American soil.
“You have to show your face to pass.”
The immigration officer blocked Ryu Min, who was wearing a mask.
The teammates who had already passed turned back to look, but it wouldn’t be a problem.
“Is that enough?”
As long as he showed his face only to the officer—so no one else could see—that was enough.
Well, even if his face was seen, there was nothing to worry about.
Just in case, he wasn’t maintaining Ryu Min’s appearance—he was maintaining Lostyak’s.
‘You could call it double security, I guess?’
After the officer’s confirmation, he was able to pass through immigration.
“That’s enough. Move along.”
Ryu Min put the mask back on, and he and his waiting teammates stepped out through the airport doors.
“Black Scythe-nim!”
Christine, who had come to greet them in advance, was waving happily from afar.
Beside her, Jeffrey—now a subordinate under Yamtti—only nodded quietly.
“You came out to greet us without being late.”
“Of course. I told you I’d guide you.”
Christine intended to repay a bit of her debt of gratitude through this opportunity.
Of course, she didn’t have no personal feelings at all, either.
“I thought you were coming alone… but I see a few familiar people?”
“I wasn’t confident I could promote it alone.”
Christine let out a disappointed sigh, like she hadn’t expected there to be so many.
“You said you’re gathering players to recruit into the Reaper Church, right? Let’s go! There’s a place I know well.”
“Sorry, but what do we do about this?”
“Yes?”
“Honestly, I didn’t come to the U.S only for promotion—I came for personal business. I’m sorry, but could you go first with the members here? Once I finish what I need to do, I’ll join you right away.”
“Ah… okay.”
Christine was disappointed that she couldn’t be with him, but she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
“Black Scythe-nim, where are you going?”
Seo Arin, who understood English, asked, and after her, Min Juri and the Reaper Church members’ eyes all gathered on him.
“I have something urgent to handle.”
‘Because I need to go deal with those Messiah bastards.’
Hiding the thought, Ryu Min smiled behind the mask.
“Then I’ll be going. Yamtti. Let’s go.”
“Black Scythe-nim, why is Yamtti-nim…?”
“Because I have something I need him for.”
After he left with only that, sparks flew in Christine’s eyes.
It was the same for Seo Arin and Min Juri.
‘Why does it feel like the back of my head is burning…?’
Sensing an uncomfortable aura, Yamtti hurriedly followed after Black Scythe.