Teivel looked flustered as he said, “Oh, stop sticking your nose into my business, young one. I’m leaving, so you’d better get out of here as quickly as possible. If he finds out you’re playing dead in his world, you’ll be dead meat.” After that, he disappeared with the book.

Darius narrowed his eyes—the way Teivel had disappeared differed from before. He put his hands behind his back, wanting to know more about these two old men, but this evidently wasn’t the right time.

He sat down and crossed his legs. Even though he didn’t know what had happened earlier, he knew there was something different in his mind. It was both terrifying and curious—the fact that Teivel could easily plant something that didn’t belong to him in his mind meant that it was easy enough to tamper with someone’s memories.

As he pondered this, he sensed the outside world quaking. Once again, he felt smothered.

This time, Darius wasn’t as panicked as before. In fact, it felt like the last time he panicked was ages