Dalton sighed as he was updated about Hajime's progress in one of the six worlds he oversaw. He had been captured and turned into a slave.

It seems that he tried to seduce a duke's daughter. When she rejected him, he stalked her, and used his ability to torment her. The father had captured and turned sold him as a slave as a result.

"Depressing." Dalton murmured.

"What's up?" Ozul peered over his shoulder. He went off in a fit of laughter when he saw the image projected on Dalton's terminal. "He became a slave. That's hilarious."

"He actually decreased the Wellness Index on the world he was sent to." Dalton's eyebrow twitched. "Apparently he tried to seduce many women but failed miserably."

"Uh-huh." Ozul looked at his nails. "What ability did I give him again?"

"The ability to control birds," Dalton read on his terminal. "Apparently he made the birds peck at women that rejected him. He also used it to spy on people."

"That's actually a very useful power. If only he did not use it for evil," Ozul said in a mocking tone.

"Yeah..."

The terminal beeped. A new client had been assigned to him. He sucked in a breath.

"My god." Dalton felt lightheaded.

"Oh, that must be your delivery." Ozul whistled. "The youngest CEO of CircleSoft. Not bad. Not bad."

"Yeah." He was feeling good, but his breath stopped for a different reason as he looked at the cause of death.

Ran over by a truck.

"Did Trucker kill this man?"

Ozul did not meet Dalton in the eyes. "Wow, what a tragedy. Hit by a truck."

"Oh, shit." Dalton picked at the knot of his lime and lemon tie. "We killed him."

"No. Trucker killed him."

"Because we paid him to."

"Do you really want to have an argument here?" He gave a curt nod to Eira. A warning not to get her involved. "Go meet your new client."

#

"I'm dead?" The young man blinked. He looked at his hands, and then at Dalton. "That can't be right. I was just on my way home. Today is my first wedding anniversary."

That information made Dalton's heart twist. He pushed a folder in front of Eichi.

"I'm sorry to inform you are dead. A..." Dalton felt a pang of guilt. "...truck hit you."

"A truck?" Eichi opened up the folder. "It says it hit me on the twenty second floor of my office? How is that even possible?"

Dalton had watched the video over and over again. He knew it was Trucker. He had paused the video to see the man pump his fist as he ran over Eichi.

"The truck driver was testing a futuristic flying truck." Dalton said in a dead tone.

"You mean like a drone?" Eichi shook his head. "I just don't understand. What kind of company would make a flying truck?"

"I don't know, but you were killed by a flying truck," Dalton said. He pulled the video from his terminal and projected it in front of Eichi. "Here's a video of your death."

Just like he described, while Eichi was sitting in his office looking a picture of his wife, a truck crashed through the window, turning him into a pile of bloody mulch. Trucker popped his head out of his window and whooped in pleasure.

"Did this truck driver just whoop?" He looked past the video. "Did I get murdered?"

Dalton opened his mouth to say no, but he couldn't. He just couldn't do it. He got up from his chair, politely excusing himself, and left the room.

#

Dalton found Ozul smoking outside.

"I can't do it!" Dalton threw up his hands. "I can't lie to that man."

"Lying? What do you mean?" Ozul held his hand over his heart. He knew Ozul was mocking him.

"We had that man killed." Dalton seethed.

"Uh-huh." Ozul nodded, and waited. "So?"

"So? We took his life, so I could get a better client to send to a world. Don't you think that's terrible?"

Ozul rolled his eyes. "Oh, grow up. Stop with this whole moral bullshit. You wanna know the truth? The Transportation Department are just basically hired killers that ram people with their trucks. They bring those clients here, we process them and send them off to a world for another paycheck."

"You." Dalton took a step back. "You can't be serious?"

"Oh, I'm very serious." Ozul took in another drag. "The orientation that you had, probably told you how we help other worlds and all, but really all we do is kill humans and traffic them to another world."

"Th-that doesn't make sense!" Dalton yelled. "Why would we traffic people to another world? For what reason?"

Ozul smiled. "For the one thing that moves anything: money."

"Money?"

"Money." Ozul nodded. "We have people pay us money to take people to another world. Why do you think that most of the people that are sent over here are losers? It's because their parents pay our company to kill them, and send them to another world, so they don't have to deal with them."

"I-" Dalton shook his head. "This can't be real."

"Alright, here's what you're going to do. You're going to go back to that room, lie to the nice and young CEO we killed, and then hope that he moves the needle for you Wellness Index for that world." Ozul patted his cheek. "Alright?"

He felt sick. He placed his hands on his stomach and glared at Ozul. "I'm not going to do that."

Ozul shrugged. "Alright, well you can go tell him that you had him killed. Pretty sure he's not going to react well."

"Doesn't matter. I'm still going to tell him. It's better like that anyways," Dalton said.

"Eww, you're one of those good people that believes he's doing the right thing. You're not by the way." Ozul took another drag, and then crushed the butt with his foot. "Alright, go ahead and tell him then. I'll be there for moral support."

Dalton narrowed his eyes. "I don't feel like you are going there for moral support."

"I am. Since you are my subordinate-"

"Co-worker." Dalton strongly corrected him.

"-I shall watch as you fail miserably."

#

Dalton steeled himself as they approached the meeting room. He contemplated many ways he could start the conversation, and the many ways it would end up badly. If he could, he would rather avoid telling Eichi anything.

But that was wrong.

Maya's disappointed face emerged from his mind. His hand hovered over the doorknob, and he closed his eyes. He wanted to be a better person, and sometimes that meant making the most unpopular decision.

Dalton opened the door as he opened his eyes.

When Eichi saw him, he stood up, trembling.

"You!" His eyes widened, and his mouth curled in a snarl. "I've been waiting for you, murderer!"

He felt the color being squeezed out of him. Dalton's lips parted. "How do you know?"

"So, it is true!" He slammed his hand on the table. "You killed me to fatten your bottom line! On my anniversary! I..." Tears started to form. "I found out from a skittish man asking for potions, that my wife is pregnant."

Ozul cursed under his breath. "Satoshi."

"Satoshi?" Dalton turned his head.

"He's that potion addict that you met."

"Why would he-" Dalton shook his head, the most important question was something else. "How did he know about this?"

"I told him," Ozul said. "He must hate you for not giving him potions and came down here to tell this fool."

"You guys done?" Eichi rolled up his sleeves and took a few practice jabs. They were sharp enough to cut through the air. "Because I'm about to murder both of you."

"Ah, well here's why that's not going to happen." Ozul held up a finger. He grabbed Dalton's wrist and opened a portal underneath Eichi and he dropped through. "Because you've been isekai'd."

Then he closed the portal.