I was transported from Lobotomy Corporation to another world.

Bodie stepped forward and kicked the other man's left hand, which he was using to crawl, bending it. The sound of flesh and bone creaking filled the air.

Reed stepped forward and cleaved the poison sprayer tightly gripped in the opponent's right hand in two, releasing a variety of colorful poison gases with different effects before disappearing into the poisonous mist...

The Exterminator before him was gloating, its leg severed by Reed, oozing copious amounts of blood. Its chest, exposed to poisonous gas, bore a stench of rotting, bleeding intestines that was pungent and offensive.

The bent left hand, seemingly oblivious to its own change, continued to wave from side to side…

Despite the dire state of his opponent, he was still panting. Reid figured the [Poison Gas: Lue] he was using probably had an effect similar to adrenaline.

This explains the person's sudden outburst and their current survival. To survive such a fatal injury, they must have inhaled a large amount of...

In fact, after Red learned that the other person had also experienced the [fairytale mistake], he was somewhat reluctant to kill him.

Perhaps due to empathy and shared unknown experiences, this is the second person besides Noelle to have experienced the same [fairytale mistake].

Perhaps we could share some information about [fairy tale errors], but unfortunately, this person is no longer mentally sound…

Could fairies be the culprits behind the errors in fairy tales? Red thinks it's possible…

But Reed only thought it was possible; if he encountered a fairy, he would try to communicate with it.

Alternatively, you could use Noelle to chat with the other party for a few minutes; perhaps you could obtain some relevant information.

However, these are all uncertainties, so Reed maintains a neutral stance.

But the horrific state of the extinct beings before them spoke with absolute certainty, without any reason or evidence.

They firmly believe the fairies are the murderers! So firmly that they want to exterminate all fairies to prevent future trouble…

Reed's answer to this insane statement, after less than two seconds of thought, was: kill.

Mizuki looked down at the Extinction Man, who was now hanging by a thread of poison gas within him. "Let's say a few words before you die..."

Why did you use poison gas?

"Cough... It's obvious! Widespread... like spraying pesticide on a field, the insects will die quickly..."

Reed: "Do you have family?"

The Exterminator was "captured by goblins... the longer you live, the more you suffer, like the poison gas you inhale, seeping into your body... making you suffer more and more..."

Noelle, who had somehow appeared in front of the Exterminator, asked with a complicated expression, "Do you regret it...?"

The exterminators "regret"

After the Exterminator finished speaking, his face, covered by a bird-beak mask, trembled violently, and he coughed up large amounts of blood that flowed from the mask.

Finally, after vomiting up a pile of vomit containing rotting organs and blood clots...

The Extinction Man, riddled with holes from prolonged inhalation of poisonous gas, exhaled a foul stench mixed with various toxins from its beak and then fell completely still.

The other person did not die from their own non-lethal wounds, but from being poisoned by the gas they had repeatedly inhaled.

Faced with such a bloody, even grotesque, corpse, Noelle remained calm...

Noelle, who was initially terrified by the smell of blood on Reed, can now remain unfazed even when faced with a grotesque corpse…

Reed crouched down and reached out to pull off the other person's bird-beak mask.

Long ears and a slightly high nose bridge, it's an elf.

However, the elves' typically handsome faces looked like a dried-up corpse on the Exterminator's face, with festering skin and numerous bleeding moles.

Even if you cut their face off, it would look better than having that face hanging on. That's what Red thought.

Red didn't use his habitual method of searching for corpses; instead, he took the fairy tale book.

After casually using the broken spray canister as evidence that the commission had been completed, he turned and left with Noelle and Bodie.

Bodie transformed back into a puppy, while Noelle, who had been calm moments before, now looked troubled and somewhat gloomy.

Reid glanced at Noelle, whose face looked unwell.

"It has a strong aftereffect, doesn't it? Your face has changed color."

Noelle touched her face as if she had just come to her senses.

"But I didn't feel uncomfortable when I saw the corpse just now... so why... now?"

Reed: "This is hard to explain, but basically you're definitely thinking about that corpse."

"I thought I was used to bloodshed, but actually when I relax, my mind uncontrollably keeps thinking about those gory scenes, which makes me feel uncomfortable."

"This is a step every cleanup person has to go through. Some newbies don't feel anything while killing, but after they relax, they vomit and say they don't want to be a cleanup person anymore."

"You'd better distract yourself now; I don't want to see you suddenly stop and vomit later."

Noelle nodded blankly; the only way to distract herself now was to chat with Reed.

"Have you experienced anything like what Reed is talking about before?"

Reed: "Ah, that's right. When I was a few years old, I was lying in bed thinking about what I did that morning, and I couldn't help but throw up on the bed. I also got slapped several times by that man."

Noelle: "Reed...you said after this job you'd go back to that [Gothic town], right?"

"I've heard Reed mention before that he has a few influential people in town..."

Reed nodded. "Yes, but to be honest, after all this time, I've almost forgotten their names."

"I've given up hope of going back to the Gothic town. After all, we've come so far, and we haven't known each other for very long..."

"And there are almost daily errors in the fairy tale, so if we actually go back, it might cause trouble for other people..."

Noelle: "What if those people are looking for Reid?"

Reed thought, "I hope they give up on that idea soon. I don't even know where I am now, how could they possibly find me?"

The two men and the dog walked toward the secluded carriage. The coachman yawned when he saw them return.

The driver, seeing the two men approaching, pinched his nose and hurriedly backed away, shouting, "Damn it! Back off! Back off! You're carrying poison!"

"Those two buckets of water next to that tree are for you. Use them to cleanse your bodies of the poison!"

"I don't want to smell your odor and die instantly."

Noelle: "How...how do I cleanse the poison off my body with water? Do my clothes and skin...?"

The driver reminded them, "Your clothes and bodies must be washed clean, everything on you must be spotless! Otherwise, I dare not take you."

Noelle looked at the desolate wilderness, her face slightly flushed. "But to clean thoroughly, you'd have to take off your clothes, right...? There are no curtains here, and even the trees are scarce."

"Besides, I only have one hand, so cleaning this kind of thing is slower... and it's cold too, how could that be!"

The driver covered his face with his straw hat and waved his hand. "Nobody ever comes here anyway because of the poison gas, and I won't be peeking."

"If you only have one hand... you have a companion next to you, right? Ask your companion to help you take a bath."