Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 1)

Chapter 120: The Black World (1)

In this crazy situation, I had no choice but to scream. I couldn't understand what was going on around me.

'She's out of her mind!

The shaman in front of me was simply insane.

I kept trying to open the door, but it was still hopelessly shut. This hadn't been the kind of trap I was imagining, and I felt more confused than ever.

In the meantime, the shaman continued with her onslaught of nonsensical ramblings.

"Master! Master! I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

"F-Fuck!"

"My light, my love, my everything."

"Don't you dare come near me!"

Seeing her crawling this way made goosebumps rise throughout my entire body. I had no idea how to respond to her.

'Should I call Jung Hayan?'

It didn't matter; if she tried to physically touch me, Jung Hayan would be alerted anyway. She would realize that something was wrong and would come to me right away.

No - it was highly probable that she was on her way here right now.

'Nevertheless...

As I tried to figure out what to do, my lips formed a frown. With the shaman's sudden antics, I had completely forgotten the purpose of my visit. I wanted to find out why she had called me here, and just how much she knew about me.

With all the ruckus, I must have stepped back unknowingly, for I felt my back hit the door. However, Kasugano had not gone too far from her original position just moments ago.

The door was locked, but it seemed like she had no intention of harming me.

'If she tried to do something...'

She would've done it already.

Even now, she seemed uneasy, her body trembling, but I felt like now would be the right time to have a conversation. For a moment, I thought pretending to be her so-called master would be more effective, but I quickly realized that that would be a bad idea.

Considering her ability, she would see through me in an instant.

As I calmed myself and sat myself down on a nearby chair, I could see the woman staring at me expectantly. It felt weird to be gazed at in that manner, and as I looked behind me, I was reminded of the weird tools that had been the first things to come into my sight ever since I entered the room.

'Why are they here in the first place...'

"Ahhhhhh..."

Please don't make that sound.'

"Master...'

Don't even think about it.'

I soon regretted choosing to sit down. However, I really had to start a conversation with her. The only problem was, I didn't know how exactly should start. Should I lead? Or should I go with her flow?

Meanwhile, the shaman kept crying for punishment, a miserable expression on her face.

As I had apparently spent too much time mulling over my thoughts, she opened her mouth first.

"Please, don't be formal with me."

That was better.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are my only master."

"That's not the point of the question. I mean, do you know exactly who I am?"