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This is a story of a forsaken boy born in the dark side of the world.

Threading in the darkness, the boy soon adapted to it.

Now, with the power of darkness in his grasp, he set out to find the light.

God of Adaptation

"You don't need to thank me, I'm just doing my job, after all."

The man spoke with a bright smile.

"I'm just thankful to Goddess Lemetina for bringing you to help us, Sir."

Regis heaved a sigh of relief both externally and internally upon feeling that his head was still on his body.

'It seems like he didn't detect the demonic power within me…'

The man asked in concern as he took Regis's hand to feel his pulse.

Seeing this, Regis didn't panic, 'I should remain calm and composed. I know that they have already repeatedly checked my pulse.'

'This means that even then, they weren't able to detect my demonic power. So being scared now will only seem more suspicious.'

Thoughts circulated in his mind in the span of a second as he replied, "I'm feeling better, Sir. By the way, I don't want to be rude but I don't want to just keep calling you sir…"

Sigh of Relief