The field was littered with corpses. The place reeked of death, and Zich simply stared at the sight before him like he had lost his mind. Joachim Dracul was widening a pool of blood as if he was planning to not only bathe but swim in it. On the other side, Evelyn Rouge was weaving through her collection of handsome men’s heads for her plan to create the most handsome man in existence. Finally, Tim Platt was picking out the corpses of those who irritated him even slightly and ground them into ashes. Each of these subordinates contributed to Zich’s sky-high stress level.

‘No, can I even consider them my subordinates? What kind of underlings stress out their leader so much!’

They gave him such a headache that Zich even wondered about doing kind acts to better his karma.

‘Wait, but since those guys are bad guys, if I kill them, would I be doing a kind act?’ It sounded quite valid to him. ‘Yeah! I should just kill them! Then I will be doing a kind act and the origin of my stress will disappear! There are only positives to this!’ Zich gripped Tornium tighter. His faithful demon sword...