I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

Crash!

A werewolf, tightly bound in ropes, was unceremoniously shoved headfirst into a trash can.

In that state, even if it woke up midway, escape would be impossible.

With their communication devices confiscated, it was safe to say this one was effectively out of action for the night.

That made eleven—eleven werewolves I had subdued so far.

‘Whew, I still have plenty of energy left. I’ve grown a lot, haven’t I?’

In the past, maintaining this level of telekinetic output would have drained me by now.

Subduing a werewolf required immense force to completely cut off their breathing. Even if they seemed like low-level grunts, the effort needed to neutralize them was significant.

Perhaps my time spent in Raven’s cracked dimension had paid off. My power’s output, endurance, and range had doubled compared to before.

‘But seriously… How many forces have they deployed in this small town? And how are they managing to avoid being noticed by the locals?’

Despite my success in subduing so many, I couldn’t let my guard down.

Even after taking down this many enemies, the number of adversaries didn’t seem to dwindle.

How many troops did they bring?

No matter how many I subdued, their numbers seemed endless, weighing heavily on my mind.

Moreover, I had been silently neutralizing werewolves for over half an hour.

By now, it was likely the enemy had noticed the attacks. From this point on, finding lone or paired werewolves would become increasingly difficult.

This was bad news for me, as I needed to clear a path quickly to reach Greg.

‘I have to get to Greg as soon as possible… but all this interference is slowing me down!’

The reason I wasn’t heading directly to my destination and instead taking a detour to neutralize werewolves was simple:

Like dogs, their keen sense of smell made it easy for them to detect a presence even without sound.

If I recklessly rushed ahead without taking them out, I risked getting surrounded and discovered.

Unlike Raven, I didn’t have the overwhelming power to face multiple enemies confidently. In such a scenario, I’d have no choice but to prepare for death.

‘At this rate, something irreversible could happen… No, I need to stay resolute.’

Lingering indecisively wouldn’t solve anything.

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I braced myself.

It was clear that moving cautiously had its limits.

I had taken out enough werewolves to create a gap somewhere in their formation.

Feeling the cold wind seep through the cracks in the walls, I leapt onto a rooftop.

‘Echo, guide me. Let me know the direction and distance when you detect terminals.’

“[Y-Yes! Right away!]”

Whoosh!

The wind on the rooftop felt as sharp as a blade cutting through the skin.

All that greeted me was the musty air of the abandoned slums and the smell of beasts.

Somewhere out there, Greg was waiting. The thought, rising unbidden, strengthened my resolve.

Throwing myself into the lifeless void of darkness below, I moved without hesitation.

There was no fear of falling; telekinesis enveloped me more securely than ever.

Just before hitting the ground, I launched forward like a cannonball.

It wasn’t flight—it was more like being hurled through the air at breakneck speed.

The strain on my fragile body, devoid of anything remarkable aside from telekinesis, felt like it might tear me apart.

“[Master! Four terminals detected 120 meters ahead at a 30-degree angle to your right!]”

So, four enemies to the right. Got it. Thanks, Echo.

Without doubting her information, I visualized the location and accelerated directly toward my targets, stopping abruptly in front of them as if I had been programmed to do so.

“Boss, it’s really—!”

“Enemy—!”

“Damn it! Kill—!”

“…”

The werewolves seemed alert, but my sudden appearance didn’t leave them entirely flustered.

Even so, their reactions were a beat too slow. The initiative was already mine.

I channeled telekinetic energy into my legs and slammed them into the ground with force.

A shockwave rippled outward, ensnaring the werewolves’ bodies in a telekinetic grip.

I hurled the captured werewolves toward a nearby wall with all my might.

“What the—! I can’t… resist—! Gah!”

Crash!

The werewolves shattered the sturdy wall and disappeared into the rubble inside the building.

They wouldn’t die from that—they were too resilient—but it was more than enough to break a bone or two.

Without checking their condition, I surged forward with telekinesis.

This wasn’t about defeating the enemy; it was about clearing a path.

Whether they were subdued or not no longer mattered.

“[M-Master! More than ten unidentified terminals are rapidly approaching!]”

Of course, the enemy wouldn’t make this easy.

The moment I noisily dealt with the werewolves, reinforcements were already closing in.

So much for avoiding detection by being quiet.

It seemed I had no choice but to make a stand if I wanted to keep moving forward without delay.

No helping it. Ignoring them would only let the numbers grow. I had to take them out here and now.

Slowing my pace, I sought a spot where my telekinesis would be most effective.

Finding a favorable position to fight was one of the simplest ways to increase the odds of survival.

‘This spot should work.’

It didn’t take long to find a suitable location: a ruin filled with makeshift weapons and cover, making it difficult for the enemy to surround me.

Even if they came in numbers, this place would be manageable.

KRA-BOOM!

Suddenly, the sound of a thunderclap echoed nearby.

The deafening noise startled me so much I instinctively straightened my back.

Moments later, sporadic bursts of gunfire echoed throughout the slums.

It was as if a full-blown war had broken out.

The grim realization stiffened my face.

‘Wait… these guys aren’t even trying to stay hidden anymore. Which means…!’

The werewolves, who had been stealthily moving in silence to avoid detection, were now making a ruckus as if advertising their presence.

There was only one possible explanation:

They must have found the target they had been searching for, making it unnecessary to stay hidden.

In the end, Greg had been discovered by the Interracial Liberation Army.

Realizing this, I snapped my head toward the source of the noise, like a rabbit perking up its ears.

“We’ve found them! It’s the intruder!”

“Stop them! Don’t let them interfere!”

“Under no circumstances can they disrupt us!”

But before I could make a move, a pack of werewolves blocked my path, their voices rising as they pointed their weapons at me.

Damn it. I didn’t have the time or patience to deal with this.

Gritting my teeth, I shaped my telekinesis into a giant hand and slammed it down on the approaching group.

Since telekinesis was an invisible attack, only a few lucky ones managed to react in time. The rest were crushed under the massive force.

As the dust settled, I saw werewolves lying on the ground, eyes rolled back as they twitched weakly. Judging by their trembling, they were still alive. Resilient creatures.

Still, more than half of them were incapacitated in a single blow—a powerful strike, though one that had drained a significant amount of energy.

“Don’t be afraid! It’s magic! Aim for the caster!”

“Wind magic? Damn it, how annoying!”

“Kill them!”

The remaining werewolves retaliated, firing their guns and lunging at me with claws poised to strike.

They seemed to believe I was a mage and immediately targeted my body—the “caster” in their eyes.

Their precise and coordinated attacks showed their training as soldiers, disciplined and efficient on the battlefield.

Compared to their prowess, I felt hopelessly outclassed in martial ability.

I raised a telekinetic barrier to block incoming bullets while luring them toward an open area.

‘Of course, I’m not really a mage. And I’m not some soldier who fights honorably either.’

Crash!

The ground beneath the charging werewolves suddenly gave way, collapsing beneath their feet.

The floor, though old, had been sturdy stone tiles. For all the werewolves to fall into the same trap seemed unusual—unless it had been planned.

And it had been. I had predicted their charge and deliberately weakened the ground in this area.

With their legs now stuck in the crumbled earth, I used telekinesis to solidify the dirt around their limbs, locking them in place.

At that point, they were nothing more than immobile scarecrows.

“…!”

I extended my fingers beyond the thin fabric of my cover, pointing at the trapped werewolves.

The ground cracked open further, pulling their bodies deeper into the earth.

The principle was simple: the floor here was well within the range of my telekinesis. I just used it to seize the werewolves and bury them.

In hindsight, this was the first time I had used my telekinesis so freely in a fight.

Up until now, I had always held back, conserving my power.

Looking back, it was absurd.

I had fought enemies like Drakel, Lexi, and Ethan—foes vastly superior to me in strength and skill.

And yet I had managed to hold back while fighting them. The thought made me chuckle dryly.

But I had no choice. If my enemies were weaker, there was no reason to go all out. If they were stronger, exposing my abilities recklessly would have been dangerous.

Thus, I had always tried to hide my full potential, squeezing every ounce of strategy from my mind to survive.

But now, things were different.

There was no need to conceal my telekinesis anymore.

Even if I was exposed, I had more important things to worry about.

That thought alone made the world look different, as if my vision had sharpened.

“Grahhh!”

“Spare me!”

“I don’t want to die—!”

Boom!

The werewolves were buried in the ground, trapped.

I had left them enough air to breathe—they wouldn’t die, but they’d find it hard to move and even harder to enjoy themselves.

‘Whew… Time to go. Greg is waiting.’

Now I could move forward without worrying about being interrupted.

Hang in there, Greg. I’m on my way.

For some reason, I felt no fear anymore.

It was as if I could take on any enemy and emerge victorious.