"I'm willing to join the organization and devote everything I have to it."
Hiroshi Nakamura spoke with absolute seriousness. Andrew nodded in satisfaction. Hiroshi Nakamura's soul was now his—if he had pledged everything, that naturally included his soul. As mentioned before, verbal agreements were binding in Hell too.
The same applied to Starlight Annie. Once she said, "I accept your terms," Andrew could set whatever terms he pleased.
That was how unreasonable a Lord of Hell could be.
"Excellent. Redeemer, welcome aboard. Your first step will be to develop your abilities."
The parrot said, "I'll stay by your side and guide you. Once you've fully mastered your abilities, I'll take you to the organization's base."
"Wonderful! Guidance is exactly what I need."
Hiroshi Nakamura's face lit up with delight. Then he asked curiously, "By the way, where's our organization's base? In space, under the sea, or on the moon?
"And how many members do we have? Is there anyone who's been alive for hundreds of years? Or any aliens...?"
Andrew was speechless. Hiroshi Nakamura was actually a chatterbox.
While Andrew was pulling the wool over Hiroshi Nakamura's eyes, Nakamura's friend Anto deftly opened a video website, preparing to watch a female streamer's erotic performance.
The streamer was a gorgeous blonde from America. Anto adored her and dreamed of going to America to find her. Unfortunately, he didn't know that she sold performances, not her body.
Just as Anto was slacking off, watching videos at work in broad daylight, startled cries came from the entrance. He stood up in surprise and looked toward the door, then joined everyone else in gasping.
Yumiko, Japan's superhero known as the Red-Haired Witch, was walking into the office in high heels. She seemed to be looking for something, her head turning constantly.
"Miss Yumiko, who