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'

just how big the Monolith domain was. Just the distance

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

be best to act

to arrive, I opted

late was because of my mana, it wasn't the only

from the corner of my eyes, and looking in the direction of where the other cars were, I knew that things were not as easy as they seemed

had

***

the same time, in

Luther next to him and noticing a small smirk at the edge of his lips, the 7th unit captain, Isaac

"Commander, is something wrong?"

and flashed his teeth. "Oh, I just

"Something funny?"

Isaac noticed that each of them had a confused look on

"...hur hur."

lips. Lowering his head and looking at 'subject 876' who was passed out on the ground, with an amused smile, Commander Luther traced his thick

commander's weird behavior, Isaac involuntarily

are you

answering, Commander Luther continued to trace his finger all over subject

the side of his chin, he muttered out

managed to give him scars? Is there a mask...or was he someone that he had he killed long ago and stored in his dimensional space...no that wouldn't work since

The captain's eyes opened widely. Pointing at the scarred man on the ground, he

"Yes."

commander nodded

of the scarred

took

the scarred

is the one

19th unit captain,

the slightest bit of

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

unit captain by the side of his eyes, Luther

"Did he though?"

"Yes!"

Issac. Though they only met briefly,

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

Isaac's brows

mention it he did look a lot more skinny than the

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

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

a shocked looked appeared on Isaac's face as he lifted

him to have the

be prepared. For subject 876 to actually have a mask identical to that

a solemn look. "The only thing that comes to mind is that this is the work of an artifact or that someone is

"An artifact?!"

"Yes."

possibility was the one that made more sense, but if it

look of greed flashed past

I really want to

hesitatingly asked. "...sir, but what if there is no artifact

"Impossible."

Luther firmly replied.

what makes you

first I wasn't," Luther raised his finger. "...but right before entering the

"...and?"

really

Taken aback, Isaac asked.

what made you think that he was

about the fact that the man

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

"What!?"