This was a memory of an event that took place before Zich’s regression; it happened right after Zich’s conversation with Joachim about his “bloody hobby.” After Zich listened to Joachim’s clearly faulty logic, he watched Joachim bathe in a pool of blood for a bit longer. Then, he heard another voice.

“What are you doing, boss?”

Zich turned around to see where the voice came from. There was only one person among his subordinates who called him ‘boss.’ Her auburn hair flung around wildly. The clothes she wore were like pieces of cloth that barely covered her vital areas, and they made her look more sensual. Although she had an elegant face, there was also a crafty air about her; and this head-turning beauty soon approached them.

“What? Were you on a date with Joachim?”

“Even if it’s a joke, don’t say something so disgusting.”

Zich waved his hands, and Joachim scooped a lot more blood and poured it over his shoulders. Evelyn was appalled.

“It’s unbelievable! How could you love something like that so much?”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

Zich finally found someone who agreed with him and felt glad. But Zich also forgot that she wasn’t a normal person. Including Zich—although he claimed that he was different—none of his subordinates were normal.

“Ah!” Surprised,...