“Y-Y-You…!” Ultel’s eyes were bloodshot. Incomprehensible words and groans flowed out of his mouth. If someone saw him on a dark night, they would’ve immediately turned back and run, thinking he was a monster. No, even on a bright day, most would’ve kept their distance from him and turned away. Yet, Zich did not feel such emotions. Ultel’s current appearance was one Zich was very familiar with, and people he beat to the punch usually ended up looking just like Ultel in the end. 

Of course, Zich didn’t go easy on Ultel just because he had reached this sorry state.

“What’s that face you’re making? A mastermind who used the whole world as his playground should act imperturbable, even in urgent situations like this one. How can you crumble just because you got beat up once? Even Glen Zenard endured situations like this well.”

Before the regression, Glen had suffered immensely because of Zich while trying to gather all sorts of information. Since his opponent was Moore and not Brave, he had to endure all sorts of humiliation and insults. Yet, Glen endured all that for his goal of creating the ‘perfect life’ he dreamed of. By contrast, Ultel was heaving and red-faced like a child...