The Author's POV

Exchanging glances with each other, two guards at the front of the car laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, who would've thought that you were the lucky bastard that got to catch the escapee, huh, Jerome?"

"Yeah, I'm fucking envious of you."

'So his name is Jerome.'

Listening to their conversation, I made a mental note to myself of every little detail. This was so that I could blend in better.

With my head still in between my legs, I responded.

"...mhm, you're absolutely right."

There were a total of ten people in the car, including 'my unit'. From the brief conversations, I was having with them, the name of the 19th unit captain was Jerome, he was 28 years old, and judging from how friendly they were being to me, I figured that he was someone popular.

The layout of the car was two seats at the front of the car, with five more seats leaning by the side of the vehicle.

Switching the conversation, one of the guards next to me spoke up.

"Man, who would've thought that the commander himself showed up."

"Yeah, just his aura alone almost made me piss my pants."

"Tell me about it...just imagine what Jerome must've gone through when questioned by him."

With my head still lowered, I made small talk as well. This was so that I didn't look too suspicious.

"Yeah, it was really nerve-wracking. I thought that I was in front of a tiger...just look at me, I'm so exhausted just from that exchange."

"Hahaha, You indeed look tired."

"Hahahahaha."

Laughter erupted in the car. I too laughed, but it was a fake one.

My mind was too preoccupied with other thoughts to care about whether it sounded genuine or not.

'...Six bombs, eight serum dosages, four health recovery potions, and eighteen mana recovery potions.'

If I had to count how many people I killed the past few hours or so, the headcount would be around the twenties.

Every time I killed someone, I would never forget to collect their dimensional space. In it, were many resources that could become extremely useful for me. Bombs and serum being prime examples.

Without them, I would've never have made it as far as I did.

'That aside, I'm still not in the clear though.'

A bitter smile appeared on my face.

My mana was currently at around 1/9 of what it should be.

Having depleted all of my mana from the stunt I pulled in order to escape the lab, I had a hard time recovering it to what it was before.

Despite the multiple mana recovery potions I chugged in, they were only the lowest grade, and thus I barely recovered anything. This was also the reason why I was only able to hold out for a couple of minutes when the commander came.

To make matters worse, with my mask now off, I had to be in this awkward position where I had my face in between my legs and arms. Fortunately, I was wearing a hat and thus they did not notice the fact that I wasn't bald like the 19th unit captain was.

Had I not thought of this beforehand, they would've realized that I wasn't him just because of the fact that I wasn't bald.

"Man, how long do we still have till we arrive?"

"20 more minutes. The road is a bit rough here so it'll take that much."

"Ahhh, I'm hungry."

'...20 minutes'

the other guards were having, it became even more apparent to me just how big the Monolith domain was. Just the distance between the lab

land did they cover? And how did they manage to keep it hidden for so long, I wondered as

be best to act before I

would take twenty more minutes to arrive, I opted to wait till my mana recovered a bit

act late was because

in the direction of where the other

had

***

same time, in a

Commander Luther next to him and noticing a small smirk at the edge of

"Commander, is something wrong?"

and flashed his

"Something funny?"

noticed that each

"...hur hur."

his head and looking at 'subject 876' who was passed out on the ground, with an amused smile,

commander's weird behavior, Isaac

are

answering, Commander Luther continued to

of his chin, he muttered

scars? Is there a mask...or was he someone that he had he killed long ago and stored in his

at the scarred man on the ground, he frustratedly asked. "A-re you suggesting that he isn't the one

"Yes."

nodded his

the identity of the scarred man before them. If not for their commander pointing it out, would they have ever found

the thought took their breath

looking at the scarred

who is the one

the 19th unit captain,

bit of hesitation in

Glancing at his unit members, Isaac struggled to find the right words to say. "b-ut how is that possible? I saw him just moments

captain by the side of

"Did he though?"

"Yes!"

briefly, Isaac did not find

"Though he may have fooled you guys, he couldn't have fooled me. I've met Jerome a couple of times in the past, and I can tell you that it's not him. His face maybe, but..." Pausing and looking at everyone, Luther said. "His frame

Isaac's brows knit as he muttered

mention it he did look a lot more skinny than the

a given. All of the squads worked with each other most of the time, so everyone

was a tanned muscular man with a bald head. That was how

the meeting they had not too long ago, a shocked looked appeared

him

weeks for a face mask to be prepared. For subject 876 to actually have a mask identical to that of Jerome in that short period

wondering as well," Luther replied with a solemn look. "The only thing that comes to mind is that this is

"An artifact?!"

"Yes."

was the one that

greed flashed past his

it really is an artifact, I really want to

last words, Isaac hesitatingly asked. "...sir, but

"Impossible."

Luther firmly replied.

makes you so

his finger. "...but right before entering

"...and?"

out. There really was someone dead

Taken aback, Isaac asked.

made you think that he

about the fact that the man before them wasn't a fake

teasingly smiled and looked at Isaac dead in the eyes. "his unit

"What!?"