[185] Loser Became the God of Death After 99 Regressions, Grim Reaper -new manhwa recap

[185] Loser Became the God of Death After 99 Regressions, Grim Reaper -new manhwa recap

Thanks to our friend who supported the channel financially in the previous video. And before we start, don’t forget to like, subscribe, and support the channel financially. Ryu paused, letting the words sink in. In the next 13th round, Blacks Scythe will come looking for you. Russell’s eyes widened in shock and inquired, “What? Blacks Scythe? Why would someone like him look for me? He doesn’t even know me. He doesn’t even know me.” Rayu admitted. He doesn’t, but he soon will because I’m going to tell him to meet you. The meaning was clear and terrifying. Russell’s voice trembled. Wait, do you mean you actually know Black Scythe? Ryu replied with a calm nod. Yes, somehow we ended up becoming acquainted. Russell sat back, staring in awe. Slowly, his shock shifted to realization. If Ryu was truly a prophet, then of course he would know the true identity of Black Scythe. Russell laughed nervously and said, “To think you have such a terrifying man as an acquaintance?” “Haha, Prophet, you must have nerves of steel.” Ryu asked curiously. “Is Black Scythe really that frightening?” Russell’s voice rose. “Of course.” While others run one lap, he runs 10 without breaking a sweat. He takes first place as easily as eating breakfast. In many ways, he’s a monster. Ryu’s lips curved faintly. He already knew this, but it was amusing to hear others describe him this way. Then Russell asked anxiously. “But what am I supposed to do when I meet him?” Ryu explained. “For you to grow in the 13th round, you’ll need his help to be specific.” And then, with careful words, he laid out the strategy for the coming round. Russell listened with wrapped attention, nodding vigorously. “I see. So that’s why I need to meet him. I understand.” Ryu assured, saying, “I’ll talk to him as well. Hell come to help you, but just in case, prove your worth when you meet him.” He inquired. “My worth?” Ryu explained. “Your blacksmith buffs. Show him what you can do. He’ll realize your value.” Russell clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes and said, “Got it.” As Russell nodded, Ryu allowed himself a small smile and said to himself, “With this, I’ve linked Russell and Black Scythe. A blacksmith is a supporter, a buffer. If we stick together until the 20th round, he’ll be invaluable. Just then, Ryus phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID. Juong taught. Ryu said to himself, “It must have started.” He excused himself politely, saying, “Please excuse me for a moment.” Russell replied, “Of course, prophet. Take your time. Stepping aside,” Rayu answered. What’s the situation? Maong Rock just arrived at a warehouse. He’s pacing outside smoking, waiting for someone. Ryu said he must be waiting for the offering. What’s the location? He said, “Bong Bayan, Guangju, Gyongi Province.” Ryu Min’s eyes sharpened. As he expected, it was Maong Rock’s usual hideout. Ryu said, “Good. Send me the exact location via text. Keep watching. When the time comes, join Jeffrey and follow the plan.” He said, “Understood.” After ending the call, Ryu immediately contacted Jeffrey. Jeffrey, what about Christine? Jeffrey replied. She just landed in Korea. Ryu said, “Perfect. Lead her to the location I’m sending. You remember what to say, right?” He said, “Of course, Ryu said. Then proceed immediately.” Jeffrey said, “I’ll carry out your orders.” After sending the location to Jeffrey, Ryu switched his tone. This time when he dialed Seo Aaron, he spoke in the voice of Black Scythe. On the other hand, Makyong and Machyong Su were never the type of brothers who shared laughs or warm memories. No, their childhood was spent under the watchful eye of a strict father who raised them not as sons, but as rivals. From the beginning, the family’s massive fortune, the Osung group, was the prize, and they were merely players on a bloody chessboard. So, every glance was filled with suspicion. Every word was sharpened like a blade. Sure, they bickered like ordinary brothers, but behind those arguments was always the same thought. He’s my competition. If he wins, I lose. To them, money wasn’t just power. It was survival. And the other just an obstacle in the way. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Their endless rivalry. Years of scheming, fighting, and outmaneuvering collapsed in a single moment last year. Because it wasn’t either of them who started climbing toward victory. It was their eldest brother, Ma Kyouong Rock. Maung Rock’s company began to grow little by little at first, but soon enough it was undeniable. He was proving himself. He was getting closer and closer to fulfilling their father’s conditions for succession. And for Kyong and Kyong Su, that was unacceptable. So, the two enemies joined hands, a temporary truce, a fragile alliance built on nothing but desperation. That night, inside a quiet apartment, the brothers sat across from each other. Kiong Su, the youngest, leaned forward, eyes glimmering with ambition. He said smoothly, “Kiong, have you thought of a plan?” Kyong frowned, rubbing his chin. His face was calm, but his eyes betrayed hesitation, and he said, “Yeah, I thought of a few, but it seems your plan, Kyong Su, is the best.” A sly grin spread across the younger’s lips, and he said, “Right, it’s realistic. High success rate, too.” Kyong gave a reluctant nod, saying, “Yeah, seems that way. The plan was simple, brutally simple. They would kidnap Kiong Rock on his way home from work, masks on, weapons ready, and then they’d force him into a duel. A duel where the rules were bent in their favor. A duel he couldn’t possibly win. Of course, Makyong Rock would refuse. But with a knife to his throat or a gun pointed at his chest, what choice would he have? None. He would accept, trembling, maybe even crying. And once he did, the game was already over. Kyooyong Sus smile widened as he explained, voice dripping with confidence. Yung, once he accepts, it’s finished. The duel’s outcome will decide succession and we’ll make sure the odds are on our side. Hyong Rock will lose everything. His pride, his position, his chance at Osung. Kyong Sang hesitated and said, “And then, it’ll just be between us.” Kyong Sus gaze hardened and he said, “That’s right. But until then, no backstabbing.” “Got it, Hung?” Hyongang scoffed, raising an eyebrow. backstab you me? You’re the one I should be worried about.” They both chuckled lightly, uneasily. But deep inside, Kyong Sus thoughts were darker than his words, and he said to himself, “Once Kyouung Rock’s gone, you’re next, brother.” Yet, even as they schemed, cracks began to show. Kyong asked suddenly, his voice uncertain. “What if Kyouung Rock resists? Do we really have to fight to the death?” Kyongu’s eyes flashed with irritation. Pathetic, he thought, staring at his brother, the second son of Osang, and he’s trembling like a child. Still, he forced a reassuring tone. Yeah, maybe well try not to kill him, but if he resists too much. His lips curled, and a chilling gleam lit up his eyes, saying, well have to kill him. Kyongs face twisted in shock and said, “Hey, isn’t that going too far? Killing him is,” Kyongu snapped, saying, “Then what about kidnapping? Is that okay, Hyong?” He said, “That’s still better than murder.” Kyong Su leaned closer, his voice low and sharp as a blade. Do you think you can inherit Osung without blood on your hands? Or are you planning to bail out after we’ve already gone too far? The older brother swallowed hard, stammering and said, “No, I was just thinking. Maybe there’s another way,” Kyongu said coldly. “That’s why we’re giving him a choice. A duel or death. Either way, he’s finished.” Hungang looked away, muttering under his breath. “Still, don’t you ever get a strange feeling about him?” Kyouung Rocky. Sometimes his eyes they give me chills like like he could be a serial killer or something. Kyong Su burst out laughing saying, “What? You think Kyouung Rock is scary? Don’t tell me you’re chickening out, Hyong.” He said, “No, I’m not scared. I’m just saying.” Kyongu said, “Don’t worry about it. He’s not Black Scythe. Between the two of us, we’ll crush him.” Kyong muttered. “Yeah.” But the unease in his eyes never faded. Later that night, in the underground parking lot of Kyong’s apartment, the brothers parted ways. Kyongu smirked as he slid into his Porsche and said, “Qu, let’s finalize everything tomorrow.” Kyong waved, turning toward the elevator, saying, “Fine, text me the details.” But as soon as started the car, beep beep. A red warning light flashed. He stepped out, crouching beside the front tire, and shouted, “What the damn it! It’s flat.” Kyong frowned and inquired, “All of a sudden, there’s a hole here. Someone must have slashed it. The older brother crossed his arms, scolding. Didn’t I tell you? Stop sneaking out at dawn to race with your car club. Kyong Su snapped, saying, “Kyong, I quit that ages ago. Besides, this wasn’t an accident. Someone did this.” Sighing, he muttered. “Guess I’ll have to borrow your car.” Reluctantly, Kyong groaned. “Fine, wait here. I’ll get the keys.” Left alone in the dimly lit parking lot, Kyongu lit a cigarette. He raised the lighter, but the flame wouldn’t catch. He cursed under his breath. Shh, come on. That’s when he felt it. A presence, a shadow approaching fast. He said, “Hung, you’re already back.” But a shield slammed into his face. His body crumpled like a ragd doll. Darkness swallowed him whole. Minutes later, Kyong returned, keys dangling in his hand, and he said, “Kyongu, where are you?” “Hey.” He froze. On the ground lay his brother’s cigarette and lighter. He inquired, “What’s this?” Kyong Sus confusion clouded his face. He bent down, picking them up, only to sense movement. He turned relieved and said, “Oh, Kyong Su, there you are.” The shield struck again, this time against his face. His vision exploded with stars before everything went black. In the shadows, a man stood tall, adjusting his grip on the shield and sung Chaol. Without a flicker of emotion, he dragged the unconscious brothers toward a van. Pulling out his phone, his voice was calm, almost casual. “It’s done, sir.” “Yes, I’ll bring them in now.” The van’s engine roared to life and in seconds it disappeared into the night, taking with it two ambitious brothers whose schemes had ended before they even began. You will find the full manoa in the first comment or at the end of the video. 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