The points of attraction vary greatly from species to species, and it’s usually difficult to understand them. This concept is especially prominent in so-called non-human species that are far removed from human form. For example, a tree spirit that’s super popular among their kind might look creepy to people. Or the appearance of fish-like merfolk might all seem the same to us. Naturally, just as humans can’t easily grasp the emotions of non-humans, the reverse is also true. Beautiful or ugly decided by slight differences in facial features? To tree spirits whose faces twist and turn as they grow, it probably just seems like similar-looking faces arguing over nothing. In short, no matter how charming a person may be, to non-humans, they’re no different than pebbles on the road. That’s why Maximized Idols, targeting these non-humans, had to think beyond conventional aesthetics. For those who have trouble distinguishing facial features, heavy makeup that paints the face like a canvas is basic. And rather than a soft, pretty voice, a sound akin to nails scraping a chalkboard was preferable for presence. The charm they display is universally appealing: immense power, unconditional acceptance, and love! Kodeoria’s Maximized Idol, Aisha of Destruction, was born from this background! “Um… I’m really sorry for showing you such an unsightly appearance… Publicly, it’s, uh, supposed to feel that way…” After the terrifying promo video shoot ended, Aisha called us to the waiting room unseen by prying eyes and timidly spoke in a soft voice. Where did her earlier self go—the one shredding guitars and scratching her neck wildly? It was such an extreme change after the camera turned off that it felt unreal. But perhaps because we didn’t need her apology, Alice and David immediately shook their heads and replied. “Huh? No, no! It was, um, really cool!” “Exactly. As someone with expertise, I found the composition quite intriguing. Perhaps the ultimate charm approachable even to non-humans holds some powerful insight… This was a great opportunity for enlightenment.” “Oh my, r-really?” “Such difficult words…” Gone was Aisha’s usual intelligent demeanor; she clapped her hands like a delighted girl at David’s runaway explanation. But maybe it was due to her terrifying makeup. Raven quietly watched from the side and instinctively pressed a hand to his forehead. Honestly, by my standards, it was pretty cool. Sure, the heavy makeup was off-putting, but thinking of her as a unique interspecies being made it easier to accept. Especially smashing the guitar on the ground felt like watching a grand general leading troops on a battlefield. Of course, calling that an idol…? Still, if it works, what can you do. But maybe David, the all-knowing idol otaku, left a deep impression. Bold, the office’s general manager beside Aisha, chimed in enthusiastically. “This young man gets it! Right, right! Ultimately, idols are figures of worship for the masses! Transcending race, surpassing beauty—what greater idol is there than immense power? Aisha will be the heaven-sent force pushing weary souls forward!” Yikes, his voice is way too loud. Does he have a speaker installed in his vocal cords? I instinctively furrowed my brow at Bold’s earsplitting declaration. Did he notice my reaction? Alice, sitting beside me, scooted closer and gently covered both my ears. It wasn’t that loud, but I nodded slightly to show my thanks. “Yeah, um… I roughly get the gist. Let’s handle our tasks first. Did you know, Mr. Manager, that the client has been harassed by a stalker?” While Alice and I were glued together, Raven must’ve already shifted into work mode. With an emotionless expression, he posed the question to Bold. The query seemed critical, as Bold looked genuinely apologetic. “Ah… No. I’m truly sorry, but I only learned about it recently when Aisha confided in me. Ugh… How dare someone disgrace Kodeoria’s affiliated idol like this! Unforgivable!” “Hmm, I see. So Aisha has been tormented by a stalker since two months after her debut, meaning about a month ago. She’s been suffering alone all this time.” “Yes, that’s right…” “Ugh… Aisha! I’ve failed you, not realizing your pain! I’m so sorry!” Bold bowed deeply to Aisha, his face wet with tears. Aisha awkwardly patted his shoulder, urging him to stand up. Their interaction resembled a close father-daughter bond more than a manager-idol relationship. Alice, sensitive as always, looked moved. But Raven doesn’t mix personal feelings with professional matters. Normally, he’d awkwardly shake his head like Alice, but now he calmly flicked his fingers and continued speaking without batting an eyelash. “That means… though it’s not confirmed yet, it seems the stalker might be someone within the company.” “Wha, what?!” “What?! How could this happen!” Aisha and Bold reacted with shock to Raven’s statement. Understandably so. Learning that the perpetrator sending murder threats via texts and stalking photos is a colleague would naturally come as a surprise. But to convince someone of your theory, evidence is always necessary. Raven glanced at David beside him, signaling him to act. As if waiting for his cue, David whipped out his laptop and tapped away at the keyboard before turning the screen toward them. “Is this… a photo taken inside our company?” “Yes. It’s an analysis shot taken from the same angle as the photos provided by the client, allegedly sent by the stalker. As you can see, drawing virtual lines outward shows these photos couldn’t possibly have been taken externally.” “Th-that means…” “It’s highly likely the stalker harassing the client is an internal employee.” Of course, we haven’t pinpointed the culprit yet. Raven asked Bold to provide a list of people present during the estimated time the photos were taken. That’s all for now. Fearing potential harm from the stalker, we assigned Alice as Aisha’s bodyguard and stepped outside the office temporarily to search for more evidence. “Um, Mr. Jin. What about Yuria…?” “We’re working. Alice.” “Y-yes…” Alice clearly wanted to keep me nearby, but Raven’s cold tone left her no choice but to reluctantly agree. Scary guy. Truthfully, I wanted to stay with Alice too. But how could I argue with Raven’s logic that having me there would mean protecting two people instead of one? I can take care of myself… We quietly exited the office afterward. Raven seemed to plan splitting up with David to tackle separate tasks. “Alright, David. Go check the locations where the stalker took these photos and see if any evidence remains.” “Got it.” “I’ll review the CCTV footage using Pixie authority. Contact me if anything happens. Yuria… Want to rest at the Fixer Office?” “!” “Not interested? You can follow me or go with David.” Your choice. Raven offered me an option between the two. He didn’t expect much from me since I was brought along mainly because leaving me alone at the office felt uneasy. Hmm, choosing between the two… Might as well pick the more interesting option. Thinking that, I hopped next to David. In the original story, reviewing CCTV footage meant endless scrolling till your eyes hurt. Staying bored beside that sounded worse than tagging along with David for fresh air. Raven smirked at my decision, waved to signal keeping in touch if needed, and left. His relieved expression, like shedding a burden, stung a little. Realistically, I am still somewhat burdensome without telekinesis. Can’t be helped. “Let’s go, Miss Yuria.” “!” David watched Raven’s retreating figure before heading to the locations photographed by the stalker with me. Our task was simple: visit the spots and find any helpful clues. It wasn’t complicated, so we approached it like a casual stroll. The places Aisha was photographed were diverse: restaurants, cafes, clothing stores, cosmetic shops, flower shops, etc. The fascinating part was that she visited all these places in her signature terrifying makeup. Was it her philosophy of always being an idol, never removing her makeup unless asleep? Her dedication was impressive. “Hmm, doesn’t seem like there’s any solid evidence or traces. Maybe too much time has passed.” “…” Visiting the stalker’s photographed locations yielded no decisive proof. Time had passed, and aside from the rare backshot, these were ordinary places anyone could visit. Thus, David changed tactics. He began asking store employees if they remembered Aisha and whether anyone suspicious followed her afterward. Perhaps due to Aisha’s unforgettable, intense personality, most employees recalled her but struggled to remember anyone suspicious trailing behind. Like spotting fireflies under the sun, standing out too much has its drawbacks. But repetition often brings results. At the fifth café, we finally obtained information about a suspected stalker. “Hmm, I see. Thank you for your help.” “You’re welcome. Sorry I couldn’t assist more… Oh, wait!” “What is it?” “I think I remember something! You’re talking about the scary-looking lady, right? Someone suspicious behind her?” “Yes, exactly.” “There was a red-haired, scruffy-looking guy…” “Oh? Really?” David repeatedly thanked the slightly shy employee. Hmm, looks like she’s smitten with David. Oops, he’s taken. I mentally paid respects to the woman embarking on a doomed journey. Then I followed David, purely happy about the lead. “A red-haired man. Not bad progress. Let’s check the remaining locations and inform Mr. Raven.” “!” Good job. I gave David a thumbs-up. We could’ve returned empty-handed, so this counts as decent progress. We continued investigating other sites: the restaurant where Aisha ate, the cosmetics shop capturing her contemplative backshot… And when David and I entered a bookstore Aisha frequented, I accidentally bumped into someone exiting. “Oof… Hey, watch where you’re going!” “!” Thud. The person I collided with in the bookstore corner was a girl about my height. A black-haired girl wearing a half-mask covering her eyes. Beneath the butterfly-patterned beautiful mask, irritation was evident. Huh? This person… feels familiar. Realizing this, cold sweat ran down my spine. Maybe, just maybe, I’m facing the biggest crisis of my life.
Chapter 63
Posted by , ? Views, Released on February 10, 2025
The points of attraction vary greatly from species to species, and it’s usually difficult to understand them. This concept is especially prominent in so-called non-human species that are far removed from human form. For example, a tree spirit that’s super popular among their kind might look creepy to people. Or the appearance of fish-like merfolk might all seem the same to us. Naturally, just as humans can’t easily grasp the emotions of non-humans, the reverse is also true. Beautiful or ugly decided by slight differences in facial features? To tree spirits whose faces twist and turn as they grow, it probably just seems like similar-looking faces arguing over nothing. In short, no matter how charming a person may be, to non-humans, they’re no different than pebbles on the road. That’s why Maximized Idols, targeting these non-humans, had to think beyond conventional aesthetics. For those who have trouble distinguishing facial features, heavy makeup that paints the face like a canvas is basic. And rather than a soft, pretty voice, a sound akin to nails scraping a chalkboard was preferable for presence. The charm they display is universally appealing: immense power, unconditional acceptance, and love! Kodeoria’s Maximized Idol, Aisha of Destruction, was born from this background! “Um… I’m really sorry for showing you such an unsightly appearance… Publicly, it’s, uh, supposed to feel that way…” After the terrifying promo video shoot ended, Aisha called us to the waiting room unseen by prying eyes and timidly spoke in a soft voice. Where did her earlier self go—the one shredding guitars and scratching her neck wildly? It was such an extreme change after the camera turned off that it felt unreal. But perhaps because we didn’t need her apology, Alice and David immediately shook their heads and replied. “Huh? No, no! It was, um, really cool!” “Exactly. As someone with expertise, I found the composition quite intriguing. Perhaps the ultimate charm approachable even to non-humans holds some powerful insight… This was a great opportunity for enlightenment.” “Oh my, r-really?” “Such difficult words…” Gone was Aisha’s usual intelligent demeanor; she clapped her hands like a delighted girl at David’s runaway explanation. But maybe it was due to her terrifying makeup. Raven quietly watched from the side and instinctively pressed a hand to his forehead. Honestly, by my standards, it was pretty cool. Sure, the heavy makeup was off-putting, but thinking of her as a unique interspecies being made it easier to accept. Especially smashing the guitar on the ground felt like watching a grand general leading troops on a battlefield. Of course, calling that an idol…? Still, if it works, what can you do. But maybe David, the all-knowing idol otaku, left a deep impression. Bold, the office’s general manager beside Aisha, chimed in enthusiastically. “This young man gets it! Right, right! Ultimately, idols are figures of worship for the masses! Transcending race, surpassing beauty—what greater idol is there than immense power? Aisha will be the heaven-sent force pushing weary souls forward!” Yikes, his voice is way too loud. Does he have a speaker installed in his vocal cords? I instinctively furrowed my brow at Bold’s earsplitting declaration. Did he notice my reaction? Alice, sitting beside me, scooted closer and gently covered both my ears. It wasn’t that loud, but I nodded slightly to show my thanks. “Yeah, um… I roughly get the gist. Let’s handle our tasks first. Did you know, Mr. Manager, that the client has been harassed by a stalker?” While Alice and I were glued together, Raven must’ve already shifted into work mode. With an emotionless expression, he posed the question to Bold. The query seemed critical, as Bold looked genuinely apologetic. “Ah… No. I’m truly sorry, but I only learned about it recently when Aisha confided in me. Ugh… How dare someone disgrace Kodeoria’s affiliated idol like this! Unforgivable!” “Hmm, I see. So Aisha has been tormented by a stalker since two months after her debut, meaning about a month ago. She’s been suffering alone all this time.” “Yes, that’s right…” “Ugh… Aisha! I’ve failed you, not realizing your pain! I’m so sorry!” Bold bowed deeply to Aisha, his face wet with tears. Aisha awkwardly patted his shoulder, urging him to stand up. Their interaction resembled a close father-daughter bond more than a manager-idol relationship. Alice, sensitive as always, looked moved. But Raven doesn’t mix personal feelings with professional matters. Normally, he’d awkwardly shake his head like Alice, but now he calmly flicked his fingers and continued speaking without batting an eyelash. “That means… though it’s not confirmed yet, it seems the stalker might be someone within the company.” “Wha, what?!” “What?! How could this happen!” Aisha and Bold reacted with shock to Raven’s statement. Understandably so. Learning that the perpetrator sending murder threats via texts and stalking photos is a colleague would naturally come as a surprise. But to convince someone of your theory, evidence is always necessary. Raven glanced at David beside him, signaling him to act. As if waiting for his cue, David whipped out his laptop and tapped away at the keyboard before turning the screen toward them. “Is this… a photo taken inside our company?” “Yes. It’s an analysis shot taken from the same angle as the photos provided by the client, allegedly sent by the stalker. As you can see, drawing virtual lines outward shows these photos couldn’t possibly have been taken externally.” “Th-that means…” “It’s highly likely the stalker harassing the client is an internal employee.” Of course, we haven’t pinpointed the culprit yet. Raven asked Bold to provide a list of people present during the estimated time the photos were taken. That’s all for now. Fearing potential harm from the stalker, we assigned Alice as Aisha’s bodyguard and stepped outside the office temporarily to search for more evidence. “Um, Mr. Jin. What about Yuria…?” “We’re working. Alice.” “Y-yes…” Alice clearly wanted to keep me nearby, but Raven’s cold tone left her no choice but to reluctantly agree. Scary guy. Truthfully, I wanted to stay with Alice too. But how could I argue with Raven’s logic that having me there would mean protecting two people instead of one? I can take care of myself… We quietly exited the office afterward. Raven seemed to plan splitting up with David to tackle separate tasks. “Alright, David. Go check the locations where the stalker took these photos and see if any evidence remains.” “Got it.” “I’ll review the CCTV footage using Pixie authority. Contact me if anything happens. Yuria… Want to rest at the Fixer Office?” “!” “Not interested? You can follow me or go with David.” Your choice. Raven offered me an option between the two. He didn’t expect much from me since I was brought along mainly because leaving me alone at the office felt uneasy. Hmm, choosing between the two… Might as well pick the more interesting option. Thinking that, I hopped next to David. In the original story, reviewing CCTV footage meant endless scrolling till your eyes hurt. Staying bored beside that sounded worse than tagging along with David for fresh air. Raven smirked at my decision, waved to signal keeping in touch if needed, and left. His relieved expression, like shedding a burden, stung a little. Realistically, I am still somewhat burdensome without telekinesis. Can’t be helped. “Let’s go, Miss Yuria.” “!” David watched Raven’s retreating figure before heading to the locations photographed by the stalker with me. Our task was simple: visit the spots and find any helpful clues. It wasn’t complicated, so we approached it like a casual stroll. The places Aisha was photographed were diverse: restaurants, cafes, clothing stores, cosmetic shops, flower shops, etc. The fascinating part was that she visited all these places in her signature terrifying makeup. Was it her philosophy of always being an idol, never removing her makeup unless asleep? Her dedication was impressive. “Hmm, doesn’t seem like there’s any solid evidence or traces. Maybe too much time has passed.” “…” Visiting the stalker’s photographed locations yielded no decisive proof. Time had passed, and aside from the rare backshot, these were ordinary places anyone could visit. Thus, David changed tactics. He began asking store employees if they remembered Aisha and whether anyone suspicious followed her afterward. Perhaps due to Aisha’s unforgettable, intense personality, most employees recalled her but struggled to remember anyone suspicious trailing behind. Like spotting fireflies under the sun, standing out too much has its drawbacks. But repetition often brings results. At the fifth café, we finally obtained information about a suspected stalker. “Hmm, I see. Thank you for your help.” “You’re welcome. Sorry I couldn’t assist more… Oh, wait!” “What is it?” “I think I remember something! You’re talking about the scary-looking lady, right? Someone suspicious behind her?” “Yes, exactly.” “There was a red-haired, scruffy-looking guy…” “Oh? Really?” David repeatedly thanked the slightly shy employee. Hmm, looks like she’s smitten with David. Oops, he’s taken. I mentally paid respects to the woman embarking on a doomed journey. Then I followed David, purely happy about the lead. “A red-haired man. Not bad progress. Let’s check the remaining locations and inform Mr. Raven.” “!” Good job. I gave David a thumbs-up. We could’ve returned empty-handed, so this counts as decent progress. We continued investigating other sites: the restaurant where Aisha ate, the cosmetics shop capturing her contemplative backshot… And when David and I entered a bookstore Aisha frequented, I accidentally bumped into someone exiting. “Oof… Hey, watch where you’re going!” “!” Thud. The person I collided with in the bookstore corner was a girl about my height. A black-haired girl wearing a half-mask covering her eyes. Beneath the butterfly-patterned beautiful mask, irritation was evident. Huh? This person… feels familiar. Realizing this, cold sweat ran down my spine. Maybe, just maybe, I’m facing the biggest crisis of my life.
I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad
I Became the Cute One in the Problem-Solving Team, 해결사물의 귀여움 담당이 되었다
A world where dragons serve as mayors, elves work in sales, and orcs brew coffee.
In a city full of enhanced humans and wandering wizards, I became a young girl with psychic powers.
“To do something so terrible to a child… These people are despicable.”
“Human experimentation related to psychic powers is an international crime, punishable by at least the death penalty. This is absolutely unacceptable.”
“Don’t worry anymore. From now on, you’ve got nothing to fear. We’ll take care of everything for you, little sister!”
It seems the protagonists have misunderstood something.
