Chapter 6:
I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad
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When the man blocked my path in the alleyway for the first time, the first thought that popped into my head was: Iâm in trouble.
The man, who I initially thought was a drug addict, turned out to be a vampire.
Or perhaps a ghoul, the kind rarely seen even in this underworld, appeared in droves.
But such details hardly mattered.
What truly mattered was this:
How on earth did he manage to find me, someone who usually left no trace, jumping across rooftops?
âAs far as I know, there shouldnât be any working CCTVs around here⦠Magic? Or some other method I didnât consider?â
If my psychic ability had been exposed, it wouldâve been the worst-case scenario.
Nighthaven was a hellish city filled with monsters and powerful beings.
A lone kid wandering its streets using psychic powers?
It would immediately attract waves of attention from battle-hardened veterans, pestering me to reveal my secrets.
With a desperate hope that wasnât the case, I scanned my surroundings, my eyes rolling beneath the cloth that concealed me.
Then, I noticed it:
A grotesque dog with exposed muscles and organs, panting heavily next to the furious man.
âThatâs⦠definitely a Corpse Hound from the original story. Blood-scent hunting dogs that can track their preyâs scent from dozens of kilometers away. Which meansâ¦â
It must have been because of the ugly ring I took from the vampireâs possession.
Greg had said it was an item crafted from some creatureâs innards.
If that ring carried a distinctive blood scent, and I ended up reeking of it after sleeping on the rooftop last nightâ¦
âIt makes sense. Not that I avoided bathing because I wanted to, of course!â
At least it was a relief.
The terrifying thought of someone secretly observing my every move was just thatâa thought.
If they had merely pinpointed my location through the scent of blood, there was a good chance my psychic ability hadnât been discovered.
Whew, got worked up for nothing.
Lowering my guard slightly, I turned to look at the vampire in front of me more calmly.
Now that I focused, his appearance was a mess.
All I had done yesterday was give him a sharp telekinetic flick to the forehead.
Yet his face was now swollen all over, and even some teeth were missing.
Did he tumble down a flight of stairs or something?
Honestly, he seemed more suited for a hospital bed than skulking in an alley.
âDamn it! Because of you⦠I lost the ring! I lost my fatherâs trust! I lost my men! Itâs all your fault! My life is ruined because of youuuu!â
The man screamed as if his throat were being scraped raw, his rage boiling over.
So much so that blood dripped from his eyes.
Hmm. I didnât know the exact details, but it seemed like heâd been severely reprimanded by someone he referred to as his father after I beat him up and looted his possessions.
That ring mustâve been pretty important.
It looked like junk to me, but I guess it had its own significance to them.
Even so, his sob story didnât resonate with me.
Serves him right for not living a decent life.
If you shoot someone, you should be prepared to be shot.
Likewise, if you engage in crime, you canât complain when worse criminals mess you up.
Who told him to live like that?
âWell, that aside⦠I was on my way to eat, and now look at this.â
I had been heading to grab a steak sandwich.
But here he was, dragging a pack of ghouls along and ruining my appetite.
I couldnât find a single thing to like about this guy.
So, with a bit more personal satisfaction than usual, I focused my telekinesis on the air right in front of the screaming vampireâs forehead.
âThis is getting tedious. Letâs finish this quickly. The sandwich shop is offering extra cheese today.â
Let me ask you something.
Do you know why a flick to the forehead hurts?
Even if you slap your palm with your fingers as hard as you can, it doesnât really hurt.
Thatâs because a flick concentrates force in one small point by pulling the thumb back and releasing it.
Now imagine using telekinesis to grab two spots in the air, pulling them tightly apart, then releasing one.
A telekinetic flick delivers a shock far beyond what simple telekinesis can achieve.
Snap!
âGwahhhk!â
The vampire let out a strangled cry, like a chicken being choked.
The concentrated force slammed into the already bruised spot on his forehead like a thunderbolt.
Thankfully, vampires are known to be much sturdier than regular humans, so this shouldnât be life-threatening.
â¦Probably?
The ghouls and the Corpse Hound tilted their heads, confused.
Their master had collapsed, foaming at the mouth.
Without their controller, the mindless undead were clearly at a loss.
If the man didnât wake up soon, theyâd instinctively roam around in search of blood and flesh.
While they werenât particularly strong, their numbers would undoubtedly cause chaos, leading to countless victims.
âThat wonât do. Iâve grown to like this area over the past month.â
After confirming that no one was around, I threw off the cloth covering my body.
Even the faint sunlight filtering into the alley stung my eyes for a moment.
âGrrr?â
âSnarl!â
The ghouls and the hound immediately turned their attention to me.
Among living humans, women and children were their favorite prey.
And as an unguarded young girl, I must have seemed like an irresistible feast to them.
They turned back into the alley, drooling eagerly.
A foolish choice.
If theyâd fled instead, they mightâve had a slim chance of tasting fresh flesh before dying.
âWell, since theyâre undead⦠no need to hold back.â
Taking a deep breath, I unleashed my telekinesis, seizing control of the entire alley.
This was my psychic power at maximum outputâfar stronger and more refined than when I first reincarnated a month ago.
The ghouls, bewildered by their sudden immobility, flailed helplessly.
But once caught in my grasp, there was no escape.
One by one, the closest ghouls had their heads turned clockwise.
Of course, bodies arenât made of LEGO bricks.
Their necks snapped, and heads began to tumble to the ground.
Thud. Thud-thud-thud.
When the last ghoul and hound were headless, I retracted my telekinesis, surveying the aftermath.
After making sure there were no witnesses, I covered myself again and left.
The vampire, now bound and tossed aside, would surely draw attention.
Satisfied, I leapt back to the rooftops and headed for my sandwich.
After all, my cheese steak sandwich was waiting for me.
The underworld of Nighthaven was vast, its size unmatched by anything before it.
Those who tried to take too much, too greedily, would eventually falter.
Thus, the various organizations that ruled the underworld had no choice but to divide its outer zones among themselves.
The western outskirts bore the remnants of a time when Nighthaven pursued aggressive expansion.
Buildings and structures were constructed haphazardly, with no regard for planning.
Structures leaned so close together they nearly touched, and the chaos extended to roads, which were barely functional.
This area of the western outskirts was also known as the Western Labyrinth, a veritable prison of concrete walls and tangled pathways.
âSo, what happened? I heard vampires and ghouls showed up. I was so shocked I ditched my meeting and came straight here!â
âMiss Wang Qian, the situation isâ¦â
The Western Labyrinth was firmly under the control of the Heukju Association, a beastfolk syndicate that had migrated from China.
Two key figures of the associationâa rabbit-eared beauty and a lizard beastfolkâhurried into an alleyway.
âWhat is⦠this?â
âThis is how we found it when we arrived.â
Wang Qianâs gaze fell upon the gruesome scene of ghoulsâ corpses strewn across the alley.
There was no sign of a struggle on the walls or ground.
The ghoulsâ heads had been cleanly severed, their corpses lying in unnervingly pristine condition.
âW-Wait a minute. I donât get it. Youâre saying someone just dumped these ghoul corpses here? It doesnât look like there was much of a fight.â
âNo, thereâs a witness who saw a group of living ghouls moving in this direction.â
âThen is this the work of some group we donât know about? A fixer? Mercenaries? No, this alley is too narrow for a large groupâ¦â
Wang Qian pressed her fingers against the walls and floor, her brows furrowing deeply.
The alley was narrowâso narrow that even the ghouls wouldâve barely fit through.
At most, two or three people couldâve squeezed into the space, and that was being generous.
As her thoughts remained muddled, the lizard beastfolk cut in.
âI believe it was the work of a single individual. If a large group had been here, it wouldâve drawn too much attention.â
âThatâs ridiculous! Are you saying someone managed to pluck the heads off all these ghouls by themselves without resistance? What are they, some kind of mercenary king?!â
The Mercenary King, a legend of someone so swift they could cleave with lightning and only notice the wound moments later.
This kind of scene could only have been caused by someone of comparable power.
Wang Qianâs long ears twitched as she shouted, overwhelmed.
Despite her outburst, the lizard beastfolk remained unfazed. His steady voice carried a hint of amusement as he addressed her.
âMiss, thereâs an old saying: Once youâve eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.â
âSigh⦠Even so, this isâ¦â
This is too muchâ¦
Wang Qian buried her face in her hands.
Ghouls, while seemingly weak, were relentless creatures that didnât feel pain and wouldnât stop unless decapitated.
Even a skilled enforcer would struggle to take one down alone.
The mere fact that dozens of ghouls had suddenly appeared was enough to induce a headache.
But now, there was talk of a monster beyond comprehension wandering around?
Her frustration was no longer just a headacheâit made her want to cry.
Perhaps sensing her distress, the lizard beastfolk offered a bitter smile and spoke in a comforting tone.
âAt least thereâs a vampire tied up next to the ghoul corpses. We can ask him for answers once he regains consciousness.â
âOh, great! So not only did they kill all these ghouls, but they also captured a vampire? Thanks! That really calms my nerves!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
ââ¦Hahaâ¦â
Clearly, his words werenât comforting in the slightest.
Tears glistened at the corners of Wang Qianâs eyes as she muttered in despair.
If ghouls were considered on par with elite enforcers, vampires, even the weakest ones, were akin to lieutenants.
Yet someone had not only bested the vampire but restrained and left them alive?
How strong is this person?! And why did they show up here of all places?!
Her elongated ears twitched in agitation as she let out a groan of despair.
âIâve heard an interesting rumor. Lately, something unusual has been roaming the Labyrinth.â
âUnusual, you say?â
âYes⦠People have started calling it⦠a ghost.â
The lizard beastfolkâs tone was laced with intrigue as he revealed this tidbit.
For the first time, the idea of a ghost became etched into the fabric of Nighthavenâs Western Labyrinth.