<You…you…those words…>

“Yes, you said them to me before. It’s what you said before the regression and right before you killed me. I thought there was no other phrase more fitting for a hero to say to a villain on his last breath. How is it? Does it feel good? I said them like you did in the exact situation you wished to say those words. Isn’t this the scenario you dreamed of?”

<Y-You…!>

“Ah, but I suppose it doesn’t really fit the current situation this time,” Zich said with a bright smile on his face. “Since there’s no ‘next time’ for you.”

Glen’s face stiffened.

<N-Next…time…?>

“Yes, after this time.”

<It will…start…again…if I…die…>

“It’s impossible now. I told you before. You can’t regress anymore.”

<No….no….>

“Do you plan to keep denying it? I suppose you have the freedom to do so. It would only hurt my mouth to keep explaining, and I don’t plan on trying. You’d know once you experience it—though, of course, you wouldn’t even be able to tell if I was right or wrong after it happens. That’s what death is, right?”

<D…Death…?>

The word ‘death’ popped up into Glen’s mind, and his cheeks twitched. Although Glen fought Zich like the...