Having already wandered around to grasp the factory's structure, he roughly knew where the supervisors stayed.
Confirming the many trucks busily entering through the window, he moved his body quickly with his head slightly lowered.
Footsteps that were much lighter and faster than before.
He encountered other supervisors while going back and forth in the corridor, but seeing Daemon's pale face, they confirmed he wasn't a worker they managed and immediately stopped caring.
Normally they would have tormented workers by finding fault even unnecessarily, but on a busy day like today, they didn't even have that leisure.
The supervisors were struggling just to deal with the union members who would inspect and collect the products the factory had made.
Already throughout the factory, those wearing bright blue vests were wandering around and pressuring supervisors everywhere.
"The product quantity doesn't match properly. Did I expect too much?"
"...No, sir."
"Look here. Who do you think is providing the convenience for you to run this factory?"
"I'm sorry!"
"The workers working here, it wouldn't be strange if they were prosecuted by the Human Rights Committee long ago, but we're understanding your pitiful circumstances. Then you should show sincerity too."
Conversations that made the back of one's neck stiff just by listening were exchanged, and the supervisors who had been like demons in front of the workers were busy bowing their heads like reeds.
Among them, a particularly old-looking union member hysterically threw the documents the supervisor had brought and shouted.
"Enough! Looking at the ledger, you've really embezzled things. I'll check the missing materials myself while checking the warehouse. You better be prepared if the missing quantity isn't filled by the time we leave today."
As the union member made threats, the surrounding supervisors reluctantly nodded. But rather, their expressions were full of relief as if a burden had been lifted.
Targeting the materials warehouse meant the first sandbag to be beaten was decided. While appropriately helping from the side, the union member who poured out his anger would present a much more reasonable compromise than now.
Of course, the supervisor in charge of the materials warehouse would go through an ordeal, but there was no such thing as loyalty among supervisors to cover for such trivial matters.
Daemon picked up a box lying around carelessly and fumbled about in between.
Before long, one of the supervisors standing nearby discovered him and approached.
He looked down at the work clothes Daemon was wearing with obvious contempt and asked.
"Why is a worker here?"
"Well... I came because I was sent on an errand. There's business at the dormitory the supervisors use..."
"Tell me what errand."
"That, what is it... It's for smoking."
Saying that, Daemon made a motion of gathering smoke in his mouth and exhaling.
If a worker had stolen cigarettes from a supervisor's bed, there was a high possibility that other supervisors were also openly enjoying similar luxury items.
Sure enough, the supervisor, who immediately understood, glanced around and then grabbed Daemon's collar and began moving to one side.
He walked with familiar steps toward one side of the corridor while grumbling irritably.
"I told them so many times they'd get caught if they sent it by delivery, but the crazy bastards had it delivered even on a day like this. Anyway, fuck..."
After walking with big strides and turning the corridor several times, a much cleaner corridor appeared than the shabby workshop where the workers stayed.
The supervisor, who fumbled in his pocket in front of a door painted with white paint, soon found a ring with two or three keys bundled together and held it in his hand.
When he unlocked it and the locked door opened, the inside began to show the appearance of a small bedroom.
Compared to Daemon's memory, it was still an absurdly cramped space, but still, it was a much better bedroom than the old back room where he had been eating and sleeping for the past week.
If he had come this far, there was no more business with the supervisor.
Daemon drew up magic power while touching his right thumb and index finger together.
What he envisioned was the image of intense electric current. He moved magic power while strongly recalling the effect of a stun gun in his head.
"...Volt."
At the same time as he quietly recited the incantation, a small stream of electricity burst from between Daemon's fingers.
The moment the supervisor, who hadn't noticed at all that magic was being used right behind him, turned around and looked down at Daemon.
Daemon immediately inserted his two fingers under the supervisor's jaw.
"Now, then, quickly hand over the goods... G-g-g-g-g-!"
The supervisor's eyes, which had been glistening unable to hide his greed, instantly rolled back and a bizarre scream flowed from his mouth.
The supervisor's large body, which had been trembling and convulsing all over, collapsed right in front of the slightly open door, and the bedroom opened wide.
Daemon grabbed both of the supervisor's shoulders and struggled to move the huge bulk inside the room.
If he left it like this and someone else discovered the supervisor, that would be a headache in its own way.
If he was going to be thorough anyway, it would be good to definitely lift his unconscious body onto the bed, but Daemon gave up after trying once or twice.
With his weakened strength, it was impossible to lift and move this body.
Anyway, after moving the supervisor inside the room and closing the door, Daemon sat on the bed with a sigh of relief.
"Phew..."
Perhaps thanks to the tobacco's effect, it was somewhat tiring, but there was no powerlessness or languid fatigue covering his whole body.
But he shouldn't be mistaken. The unknown vitality now circulating in his body wasn't eliminating pain or fatigue, it was just making him forget it for a moment.
The recoil that would come after the drug's effect ended would be incomparably more intense than the fatigue Daemon usually felt.
There wasn't much time to rest either. He had to hurry to escape the factory.