The reporters who had come to Evilus Corporation again couldn’t have returned for any ordinary reason.

Even setting aside the absurdity of their lifespans measured in hundreds of thousands of years, they had clearly been shocked upon seeing me.

It wasn’t a coincidence that they were here.

I had informed the lobby in advance about the visitors, and soon enough, the two men stepped into the lab.

“—I’m Mr. Powerful.”
“…Mr. Rays.”

“I’m Eight.”

The two men bowed politely, introducing themselves with names that felt oddly formal—names that sounded less like aliases and more like titles.

After showing them …