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'

other guards were having, it became even more apparent to me just how

did they cover? And how did they manage to keep it hidden

to act before

would take twenty more minutes to arrive, I opted to

main reason was I was choosing to act late was

eyes, and looking in the direction of where the other cars were, I knew that things were not as easy as

just had

***

same time, in a different

to him and noticing a small smirk at the edge of his lips, the

"Commander, is something wrong?"

Commander Luther looked at Isaac and

"Something funny?"

vehicle, Isaac noticed that each of them had a

"...hur hur."

Luther's lips. Lowering his head and looking at 'subject 876' who was passed out

commander's weird behavior, Isaac

what are

Luther continued to trace his finger

of his chin, he muttered out

scars? Is there a mask...or was he someone that he had he killed long ago and stored in his dimensional space...no that

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

"Yes."

commander nodded his

chill ran down every guard present in the room. Not once did they doubt the identity of the scarred man before them. If

took

looking at the

who is the one

the 19th unit

slightest bit of

the right words to say. "b-ut how is that possible? I saw him just moments ago. He looked

by

"Did he though?"

"Yes!"

replied Issac. Though they only met briefly, Isaac did

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

brows knit as he muttered

lot more skinny than the last time

knew each other. This was a given. All of the squads worked with each other most of

a bald head. That was how everyone knew

too long ago, a shocked looked appeared on Isaac's face

it possible for him to

have a mask identical to that of Jerome in that short period of time made no sense. That was unless

that comes to mind is that this is the work of an artifact or that someone is helping

"An artifact?!"

"Yes."

of right now, the second possibility was the one that made more sense, but if it was

look of greed flashed past his

artifact, I really want to get

to not have heard the commander's last words, Isaac hesitatingly asked. "...sir, but what if there is

"Impossible."

Luther firmly replied.

what makes you so

raised his finger. "...but right before entering the vehicle, I asked him what happened to his

"...and?"

his story checked out. There really was someone

Taken aback, Isaac asked.

you think that he was

out, what made him so sure about the fact that the man before them wasn't

Pausing, Luther teasingly smiled and looked at Isaac dead in the eyes. "his unit members. The moment Jerome turned his head, they turned their heads as

"What!?"