While Hans and Snoc were lost in their own thoughts, Zich thought back to their recent battle and organized all the new information he learned inside his mind. 

‘Well, now I know for sure that the assassin organization is trying to make Demon People. Just finding out that information has made this event meaningful.’

Zich was able to find one possible way to reach the assassin group. He could start searching for places where Demon People would appear and slowly extract more information from every group of assassins he met, and as he snuffed out more and more information, he could eventually reach their headquarters.

‘When that time comes, I have to rip them apart.’

Zich didn’t know how big the main organization was, but during his peak, he was called the ‘Demon Lord of Strength.’ He had strong confidence in his ability to bite down on his opponents. Like a hound, he was going to pierce through their armor, rip apart their muscles, chop their intestines, and smell the sweet aroma of their insides.

‘I now have a basic vision of what I will do to them.’

But when his thought moved to the next topic—the silver-haired lady who had clearly called him ‘Zich Moore’—even Zich was slightly troubled.

‘I should assume that she knew me before I regressed.’

Then how did she know him? The first thought that came into his mind was that she was also a regressor....