Marilyn couldn’t open her mouth. She stared at Zich’s chilling eyes and scrunched her nose.

‘How much does he exactly know?’ She wondered, but soon realized how meaningless it was to wonder. ‘He seems to know everything that’s important anyways.’ Besides, she heard something much more astonishing.

‘He went through a regression?’ How could that be possible? From what she knew, the only ones who regressed were the hero idiot and her master. 

‘There’s no way there’s another person can regress…’ It wasn’t such a commonplace ability, but seeing Zich’s current behavior and attitude, it seemed true that he had regressed; and if he had really regressed like he claimed, Marilyn wondered what would happen if Zich used the power of the regression like her organization did. To say it simply, it would be an utter nightmare.

‘Even that hero idiot said he never had a satisfying win after regressing so many times.’

Zich’s dormant abilities were astounding. Thus, if he had the advantage of going through a regression on top of that—it made Marilyn’s mind dizzy. Would her organization even be able to beat him then? No, if people with the regressing abilities competed, would there even be a winner among them?

‘If Sir Zich really has a regression ability like...