``` [This time, you still placed the underground black-market bounty on the Star Plasma Vessel through Shiu Kong.]
[However, you deliberately reduced the amount and the publicity, rather than making as much of a spectacle of it as you had in previous simulations.]
[This was not because, after countless deaths, you had developed even the slightest mercy toward these maggot-like Curse Users or changed your opinion of them.]
[In your eyes, they remained as deserving of death as ever; their deaths would be no loss.]
[It was simply that you had long since moved beyond the crude stage of killing for its own sake.]
[Rather than enjoy crushing them like ants one by one right now, the optimal solution was to use this trash, whose minds held nothing but profit and slaughter, as high-quality "expendables" and burn them up completely in the future Culling Game that could overturn all of Japan, extracting the greatest possible use from their pitiful remaining value.]
[With a crisp ding, the elevator doors slowly slid apart on an upper floor of the luxury hotel.]
[The thick, soft carpet absorbed your footsteps. The journey had been uneventful, without a single Curse User crossing your path, and you stepped into the corridor on Riko Amanai's floor without any trouble.]
[Looking down the long, opulent corridor, you immediately noticed two conspicuously out-of-place figures at its far end.]
[Two men in immaculate white military uniforms stood outside Riko Amanai's closed suite, seemingly about to force their way inside.]
[You could hardly have been more familiar with those outfits: they were the signature uniforms of the armed Curse User group, Q.]
[The two men standing there were none other than Kekun and Baier, the Q Organization's ace and mainstay.]
[The sound of the elevator opening alerted them as well.]
[Kekun