Fake Regressor Apocalypse

Successfull escape

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!....

Slayers began to swarm the area where the battle had occurred as they continued to emerge one after another from all directions.

"What is going on here?"

The police department's deputy chief muttered to himself, the name on his batch that was pinned on the right side of his chest on his blue-black police uniform was 'Frehem Silvador'.

He was in a truly foul mood with what he saw in front of him.

'How long had I been waiting for this chance, and now these bastards had spoiled it?'

Today was particularly nice for him as he believed that after finishing the work of maintaining the security around the Lindenberg Auction today, he would have another significant accomplishment to add to his record.

Then with his connections and a few bribes, he would finally be able to receive the promotion he had been hoping for all this time.

Once he received the promotion, he was thinking of support his family's guild [Silvador] from the back, due to which the reputation a