The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success

“Uh, u-uh... I-I don’t kn—”

“I feel like if I stabbed you right here, you’d remember.”

Even in his blackout state, the oppressive, chilling presence unique to a Dragonblood lingered in Kiaros.

“If that doesn’t jog your memory, I’ll just try stabbing somewhere else.”

He hadn’t even gone through many threats yet when the Guardian, trembling violently, shouted:

“T-the underground! He’s in the underground! Western underground...!”

Kiaros knocked the Guardian out with a precise blow to a vital point.

Then he quickly changed into the Guardian’s clothes.

If it weren’t for this blackout, I could’ve crushed this entire operation single-handedly...

But now, as nothing more than a strong human, he had to resort to disguise.

He glanced in a mirror. A young man with black hair and dark eyes stared back, dressed in the black suit of a Modification Faction Guardian.

Hurry. Quickly.