I Became the Cute One in the Problem-Solving Team

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In fact, the reason I had been trying to hide my telekinesis until now was perhaps a purely rational decision for my own safety.

A power that belongs nowhere in a world where science and magic are commonplace.

Just by existing, it was a kind of bomb that could endanger my life in an instant.

So, when thinking rationally, it was best for me to stay silent and hidden.

Night Haven was like a magic realm where someone like me would roll around like a pebble.

Even if I didn’t step forward, this situation would surely resolve itself with time.

If I accidentally acted rashly and revealed the existence of my telekinesis, I could suddenly find myself targeted by vampires.

Yes, let’s think logically.

For the sake of the future…

‘No! Why should I have to endure this?’

Unfortunately, I wasn’t the most patient person.

I had to satisfy my cravings for the delicious Deluxe Chocolate Cream Bread.

Those who do bad things should get their just desserts to feel better.

So, while I was quietly keeping my silence for the future…

I really didn’t want to see the faces of people I knew suffering.

Here I am, so cowardly yet occasionally impulsive.

Even I have to admit, my personality can be quite foolish.

‘Well, I won’t throw myself blindly into the fire, though.’

Of course, I didn’t have a plan that was completely aimless.

Let’s think about it. As of now, I was merely a ghost wrapped in a white cloth.

Only Greg knew my true self inside.

So, this time, I could rampage freely, leaving all the aggro to the ghost, and then just hide away forever.

You could call it a scarecrow strategy, right?

Until recently, I only had the identity of a ghost.

But starting today, with Yuria, Greg’s employee, I should be fine.

‘I can only be grateful to Greg.’

He fed me, created a job for me, and even gave me a name.

He might just be like a dad in this life.

Of course, Greg, being in his late twenties, must be startled if I call him dad…

But that might be amusing in its own way.

Lost in these trivial thoughts, I soon found myself emerging from an alley onto a main street.

Perhaps there weren’t many bounty hunters around this area.

There were zombies lurking about in alarming numbers.

“Groooaaah…”

“Greeh, grrr…”

And as if sensing my presence,

the horde of zombies surged toward me like moths to a flame.

Looking at the scene alone could easily be considered a horror movie level of chaos.

But I didn’t bat an eyelash.

My telekinesis was already extended in all directions.

‘Neck crank.’

Crack!

I reached my hand out beyond the sky and pretended to lightly twist my wrist.

In sync with that motion, the approaching zombies had their heads turn sideways.

It wasn’t a difficult task.

I simply grabbed the jaws of every visible zombie with my telekinesis and turned them sideways.

Compared to earlier, when I had crushed a zombie’s neck with great force.

It barely consumed 20% of my concentration.

But the results were striking compared to the simple effort.

Zombies that had crowded the street all collapsed to the ground at once, creating a bizarre scene.

“What… what are these guys suddenly doing!”

“W-what happened to their heads?”

“Don’t get complacent! Confirm the kill! Zombies can still move like this!”

Of course, zombies are annoying creatures that need their heads smashed or beheaded to truly die.

They don’t just drop dead from a broken neck.

Thus, the bounty hunters, wary of the fallen zombies, didn’t let their guard down.

They proceeded to crush the heads or behead the downed zombies to confirm their kills.

But, seriously, that was unnecessary.

“Hey, you don’t have to smash their heads, they aren’t moving!”

“What?”

Fake zombies, filled with an unidentified black substance instead of bones and flesh.

The difference from real zombies was in their signaling structure.

To explain in detail would be complicated, so let’s summarize simply.

These fake zombies had magical circuits gathered in their necks, and just twisting them a bit easily broke them.

In other words, the meaning of this was clear.

There exists a thorough hierarchy between fake zombies that have obvious weaknesses and my less powerful telekinesis, which is strong against many!

‘Shall I stir up a bit? Let the orchestrators of this incident see my position.’

Hah, ha…

After a light deep breath, I quickly dashed forward, propelling myself with telekinesis.

As I sped by, I turned the jaws of the zombies, swiftly knocking them down.

I stacked the neutralized zombies like a mountain along my path.

While the bounty hunters were pushing and pulling as they took down zombies one by one, my actions were entirely different.

It was like a sports car racing through an alley in a flamboyant mania.

“G-g-g-g-g-g-host!”

“It’s real! 700,000 credits… ugh.”

“W-what am I even seeing?”

“Should I gather zombie heads…?”

With my rampage so blatant, I certainly couldn’t go unnoticed.

Amidst the bounty hunters regaining their composure from the rapidly dwindling zombies, some voices rose in confusion.

Though I was so focused on taking down zombies that I didn’t catch it fully.

They must have been overwhelmed by the absurd rate at which the bodies piled up.

I was just glad I didn’t have to deal with their annoyances, as I had to accurately turn the zombies’ jaws with my telekinesis.

I don’t know how long I kept running in this frantic state.

Feeling my concentration begin to wane and my head heating up, suddenly someone, not a zombie, blocked my path and shouted.

“S-stop! Ghost! How dare you—!”

A pale face, a dripping jaw, sharp fangs.

No matter how I looked at it, it was a vampire in work.

In that brief moment of deciding, my eyes naturally sharpened.

‘Vampires don’t die unless their neck or heart is intact. Right?’

In that case, I didn’t need to hold back.

I instantly slowed my speed and halted right in front of the vampire woman, then with telekinesis, I forcefully broke her neck.

Most vampires were spellcasters who used blood magic.

Thus, even if they used blood as a medium, the neck needed incantation, which was a weakness.

And since she wouldn’t actually die anyway.

I didn’t feel sorry for the act of breaking her neck.

“G-grk!”

I tossed the vampire, clutching her neck in pain, against the wall.

Then I ripped off the thin iron frame attached to the wall, pinning her limbs in place.

This way, the metal embedded in her arms and legs would hinder her regeneration.

Until someone came to help, she wouldn’t escape on her own.

I completely lost interest in the now powerless vampire and began dashing down the streets of the western labyrinth again.

Zombies, zombies, ghouls, vampires. And then more zombies.

How long had I rampaged like this?

While I was dashing through the streets, my instinct suddenly screamed danger.

It felt like sharp needles were digging deep into my skin.

I stepped backward, hastily wrapping myself in telekinesis to protect my body from the incoming threat.

And just as I secured my body, a bright red stake came flying at high speed, jolting my form.

“Ugh! This is…”

Luckily, due to the rapid deployment of telekinesis, I managed to deflect the bright red stake to the side.

I noticed that the stake, which had fallen to the ground, was a mass of congealed blood.

Magic manifested through blood, blood magic.

I didn’t need to think deeply about who the culprit was.

“Good reflexes. So, you aren’t just some average person after all.”

My head instinctively moved toward the source of the voice.

There stood a tall, lanky man.

A pale but quite handsome face, cold but mad crimson eyes.

Dark, deep red hair that looked like congealed blood, and neat clothes like a formal suit.

From just these features, I figured out that he was the vampire noble, Drakel.

The mastermind behind the gathering of zombies in the western labyrinth.

With my telekinesis overexerted, a headache flared up, boiling my anger beneath.

Could he somehow feel my emotions from beyond this spatial distance?

Drakel, surrounded by blood-drawn magic circles, seemed to share in my rage as he spoke with intense fervor.

“I’ve been searching for you, ghost. The one who has disrupted my grand plans… you!”

“…”

“How ridiculous. Just because of one mistake from that son of mine, I find myself in a position where I, a vampire noble, have to flee!”

He displayed his anger with such intensity that veins stood out in his eyes.

And seemingly responding to that emotion, I felt a crushing pressure descend upon me, as if the very space itself was being suffocated.

Ah, so the unconscious vampire I incapacitated was the son of Drakel.

That would explain his intense anger.

Drakel was a noble among the vampire clan.

He had weakened considerably compared to his peak, but at least the danger of his bloodline was among the upper tiers in this world.

So, those who had investigated Drakel’s son must have learned about the existence of noble Drakel from his body.

And possibly, after persistent pursuits, traces of quiet preparations for the Blood Night incident had been uncovered.

Every ambush becomes nothing but vapor the moment its existence is discovered.

Naturally, Drakel’s plans would have shattered into pieces, and in retaliation, he sought revenge on me.

‘Who told you to not keep a closer eye on your son? You brought this upon yourself. Fool, idiot.’

Drakel had no room to complain.

Even if I hadn’t sabotaged his plans, the protagonist’s party would have likely destroyed them first.

If they had succeeded, various forces in Night Haven would undoubtedly concentrate their attacks immediately.

A washed-up vampire like Drakel wouldn’t withstand that.

The Blood Night incident was a fundamentally rotten plan to begin with.

But whether he realized this or not, the agitated Drakel clenched his fist as if to grab my throat and shouted with madness.

“I’ll kill you and turn you into a ghoul, then leave this city! After all, a vampire’s life is eternal! Even if not this time, my wish will surely come true someday! So die, ghost!”

Drakel’s veins were clearly throbbing even from a distance.

It was a vampire’s characteristic to have their blood boil with heightened emotions.

And around him, a magic circle of blood unfurled.

Each one was a powerful magic at the same level as the attacks I had barely fended off.

It might have been powerful enough that I’d struggle just to block it with my telekinesis.

Indeed, even if I was caught off guard, the monster responsible for defeating the protagonist once was incredibly intimidating.

It was hard to gauge my chances against him, given that my telekinesis was specialized in annihilating weaker foes.

Thus, I felt an overwhelming lack of confidence.

Confidence in losing, that is.

‘Well, if he was an unbeatable foe, I wouldn’t have even thought of coming this far.’

I quietly closed my eyes and retraced the memories of the original story.

Drakel’s weaknesses, the environmental and positional factors of the western labyrinth, and the uniqueness of my abilities.

The way to win surfaced in my mind.