"You are just an outsider who have occupied my body to do wicked deeds. You'll have a terrible end!"
Another voice angrily roared.
"Shut up!" Nolan coldly reprimanded with a single sentence. The voice that had been loudly cursing gradually weakened, as if suppressed, until it finally disappeared.
"You're nothing but garbage. How dare you oppose me."
Nolan sneered coldly, no longer paying any attention to the other 'person' locked in his consciousness space. He picked up the landline phone and dialed a number.
"Strelar, come to my office."
Strelar, located far below on the basement first floor, received the call from his master, looking completely puzzled.
Puzzlement was soon replaced by anxiety.
Why was the master summoning him to his office?
Had he made a mistake recently?
He quickly reviewed his recent actions, confirming that he indeed hadn't made any mistakes, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
