From high up on a large building, I looked down the window and onto the streets of Symphonia.
The sun inside the tower had risen and people were making their way through the many-colored labyrinth that the starter city had become.
Not long from now.
They would be here.
The door to my room was knocked on.
"Come in," I muttered, and the door swung open. Inside stepped the regressor in clothes that hid most of his visage. Tight black shirts and pants, and hair tied into a pony tail again.
I had forced him to be more recognizable, and that was the only reason he could move out for now.
"You called for me, sir?"
"Sit."
The regressor hesitated a little as he took the seat across my desk.
The people left in our organization had just become a handful. But as if they had come out of a Gu jar, all of them were fairly powerful and resourceful.
I didn't have to worry about any betrayals.
Whoever I knew from the story was even slightly rebellious had been killed right after they had survived.
Now, with a little more than thirty people, we had started operations again.
The first thing was, of course, to get rid of all competition. Who knew when other thugs would come and try to get my head?
It was only natural to take care of them first.
The battles were tough, but money worked to kill a lot, and I had a bunch of it. Even if I thought I was going to lose my money, the regressor was a walking ATM.
It had been two weeks since I had come to this world. And now, the entirety of Symphonia's nights were in my hands.
It didn't matter much, since no one strong bothered to remain here. The real problems would begin after we enter the next floors of the tower.
"Sir, about that article…"
"Don't worry about it," I told the regressor. "That person won't be writing anything anymore."
I finally turned in my chair and looked at the regressor up front, the window behind my back.
My hands fell on the table.
"We'll be meeting with them today," I told the regressor.
"Them?" He asked.
"The leaders of the other floors of the tower. I have called them all over."
His head reeled back in surprise.
"A-all the best… sir."
"You're coming too."
"AH! My stomach… I have a stomach ache!"
From under the desk, a black cat jumped over and smacked the top of the regressor's head while he continued his charade.
"Fix it. You better remember what I told you about meeting with others."
"What was it…?"
A sigh left me.
I grabbed the regressor's hair and pulled his head up. I had to do this stuff to drive things through his head.
"No matter how nervous you are. You will be as calm as you can. Alright? Not a word, you have to look like a leader."
The regressor nodded.
"Even if you want to puke, swallow it."
The cat sat patiently.
"Good. Eight thirty, Bulgari Il, be there."
I let the regressor go.
"And make sure you look cool."
This guy was a fucking doll at this point. His building some personality would serve me well.
In any case.
The next five floors would be doing just that.
A way to keep myself alive.
While also getting some fun.
Wasn't that most important?