"Because I refused their invitation, those forbidden things regarded me as one of their own."

"Some... even worship me as a god. Although it's disgusting, they are very obedient and never attach themselves to me."

“Your taboos cannot be hostile to me; they are one.”

"Have you heard of the second wave layer? For humans, that's absolutely hell."

"But those abilities are like waste paper in front of me."

Joseph remained seated on the bench, his hands clasped on his knees, his expression calm.

"And the one who just took half your life wasn't me. I didn't even lift a finger, I didn't even bother to draw my sword."

"To others, you are indeed a master. Hmm... Although you didn't even have a chance to use your special ability, being able to reach the top of B03 and earn the title of ace should already surpass many people."

Fairmond struggled to his feet, his expression contorted.

"Your characteristics are dying out, being devoured by those forbidden things that were not recorded by Eoubs."

"The process will be quick, less than a minute."

"No one can resist the arrangements of 'Fate,' oh, I almost forgot... You've probably never heard that America has sealed that thing away ever since I, this heretic, appeared."

Joseph sighed. If it were anyone else, he might have drawn his sword and fought, but at the B-level, what interested him most about these operatives was the characteristics they relied on.

Ultimately, they reaped what they sowed.

As he sighed, he pulled a pistol from his pocket.

Fairmond wanted to say something, but—

Bang!

After the gunshot.

The Ripper, ranked fifteenth, died just like that.

Joseph himself simply took the trash with him, left the park without a word, and headed to the Dolphin Hotel.