The Evil Scientist is Too Competent

Most martial artists do not stop training even after their prime has passed. Even knowing that they have already surpassed their peak and that all that remains is the downward slope, they run with all their might to escape the weakness that will inevitably come.

Galrm was no different. Having once reached the summit, only to plummet into the abyss and then regain his prime through the power of drugs, he was even more obsessive about it.

He regularly traveled between various cities, constantly reassessing his strength. He engaged with other martial artists, refining his techniques day by day.

“Hmm... These guys are nothing special.”

Galrm clicked his tongue as he looked down at the martial artists sprawled beneath his feet in a famous dojo in Y City. He had come here, expecting something worthwhile, but all he found was chaff.

The principles embedded in their martial arts were nothing remarkable. It was all a complete sham. It wasn’t even proper training—just childish play, built upon a system that made no sense whatsoever.

“What... What the hell are you doing...?”

“Shut up, trash. You dare call this garbage martial arts?”

To Galrm, a former soldier, martial arts were about subduing the enemy as quickly and efficiently as possible. It was about utilizing the most effective trajectory and the optimal force.

He had no recognition for these fraudulent martial arts. Annoyed, he pressed his foot into the fallen master’s stomach, eliciting a weak groan as his crushed organs struggled to hold out.

“If you... if you so much as set foot in Riore, you— ugh!”

“You just keep yapping. A so-called martial artist who depends on others? Why not go all the way and call for a hero?”

Not that it mattered. The only heroes still active were either S-Class, who could operate independently of the Association, or F-Class, who were so weak that the Association had never acknowledged them in the first place.

There was no way an S-Class hero would show up just because of some dojo scuffle, and those who would come weren’t worth Galrm’s time. After all, he was an S-Class villain, a top executive in the evil organization.

“I’m taking the signboard. You lot have no right to—”

“Who the hell are you?”

“Hm—?”

At that moment, someone appeared at the dojo entrance.

She wasn’t a complete beast like Galrm, nor was she just a human with animal ears like Leviathan.

If Eight had seen her, he would have immediately called her a furry—a beastkin woman with a half-human, half-animal form, frowning in irritation.

“Why the hell are you stepping on our master?”

“You’re...”

“You wanna die?”

Before she even finished speaking, she lunged at Galrm.

Seeing the kick flying toward him, Galrm grinned, quickly analyzing her attack.

‘Oh, not bad...’

He casually tilted his head to dodge—but in that moment, an attack he hadn’t anticipated struck from his blind spot, slashing a long gash across his face.

Galrm instinctively backed off, recalling the attack he had just received. A deliberately broken rhythm, a strike exploiting an unseen angle—an attack trajectory impossible for a human to replicate.

And yet...

It was the exact same martial art that the dojo master had been using.

“Master, are you alright?”

“R-Riore... Be careful... That man is dangerous...”

“Ugh... Hahahaha! Ahahahaha! I see, I see!”

“...The hell is wrong with him? Is he insane?”

Galrm ignored the odd stares directed at him and continued to laugh.

From that brief exchange, he had already grasped why this dojo had gained its reputation.

“I take it back. Your martial arts aren’t trash! The only trash here is you lot!”

This dojo’s martial art wasn’t something that just anyone could use. On the contrary—it was the exact opposite.

It was a martial art created solely for a single individual.

Riore, the dojo master’s daughter and a renowned champion.

A style built entirely for her, tailored to her and her alone.

No wonder the movements of the master, instructors, and students had seemed worthless. Their martial art was never meant for anyone else to begin with.

“What the hell are you talking about? You storm into someone else’s dojo, trash the place, and now you’re running your mouth... You need a good beating, don’t you?”

Riore cracked her knuckles and advanced toward Galrm.

Seeing her, Galrm’s grin only widened.

A mix of beast and human features.

A strength unlike other women.

An unyielding spirit that did not falter in the face of his presence.

Everything about her stirred something within him.

Simply put—

“You, I like your tits.”

It was love at first sight.

Or at least, as close as Galrm got to a confession.

Riore’s reaction, however, was the exact opposite.

“Bullshit—”

Without hesitation, she threw another attack at him.

Watching her, Galrm marveled inwardly.

‘Feisty. I like that.’

And the fact that she was so eager to engage in physical contact was another plus.

Thinking so, Galrm drove his fist into her °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° stomach.

With a single blow, Riore’s internal organs took the full brunt of the impact, sending her rolling across the floor.

Without a word, Galrm turned and left the dojo.

He left the signboard behind.

It was his way of leaving an invitation for a rematch.

...Whether she understood his intentions was another matter entirely.

****

“—Something’s not right.”

“What is it, Galrm?”

“I haven’t gotten a response.”

Galrm suddenly showed up at the lab, muttering to himself.

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I turned to the AI that had been listening alongside me. It was a hyper-advanced intelligence capable of collecting and analyzing information from the entire planet, but even it seemed to struggle with Galrm’s beast-like speech patterns, merely displaying a message indicating that it was still processing.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well—”

Fortunately, Galrm wasn’t the type to hide things. When I honestly told him I didn’t understand, he started explaining his problem.

To summarize:

While going around challenging dojos, he met a woman.

He fell for her at first sight and even flirted with her, leaving what he considered a follow-up signal.

But he hadn’t received a response.

That was what was troubling him.

After hearing the full story, my face twisted.

Was this beast bastard actually being serious?

“...Wait, do you seriously think she’d contact you over that?”

“What did I do wrong?”

“I mean...”

For starters, punching her in the stomach was already a huge mistake.

But I had no intention of pointing that out directly. A muscle-brained lunatic who threw punches at a woman he supposedly fell for at first sight? There was no predicting how he’d react if I told him the truth.

And considering that a single hit from him would probably kill me, I wasn’t about to take that risk.

So I decided to focus only on what he hadn’t done.

“For one, you’re a high-ranking executive of an evil organization, right? Even if she knew who you were, she’d have no way to contact you. All your information is locked down.”

“I never made an effort to hide.”

“Every single member of your organization is under information control...”

“Then unlock mine.”

“Get permission from the boss first. And second—if you like her, you should keep visiting. Why haven’t you gone back?”

That was what confused me the most.

Judging by his usual behavior and personality, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had just kidnapped the woman outright.

Yet here he was, hesitating?

As soon as I saw how Galrm stiffened at my question, I realized why he wasn’t acting like his usual self.

“...Galrm.”

“...”

“Galrm, don’t tell me...”

“No. That’s enough. You don’t have to say it.”

“...Alright.”

Galrm was probably—

No. Just as he said, I had to protect his dignity.

I started calculating how to help this hopelessly dense musclehead land a woman.

If it were just someone he liked, it wouldn’t be that hard.

Galrm might be a beast, but he had a body overflowing with testosterone, plus the high social standing of an evil organization executive.

But winning over a woman he had stormed into, destroyed her dojo, shattered the signboard, and personally beaten to a pulp?

I had to seriously consider if there was even a possibility of success.

‘How the hell do I even approach this...?’

As I was lost in thought, the door to the lab suddenly burst open, and Leviathan came bounding in.

“Eigh-tan! Let’s go hang out!”

“I’m busy.”

“Ehh! C’mon, don’t be like that... Huh? Oh, it’s Growly! What are you doing here?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“That’s so mean! Are you two trying to leave poor Levi-tan out? Tell meee!”

As Leviathan whined, an idea struck me.

I turned to Galrm and asked, “Galrm?”

“...You’re not suggesting what I think you are.”

“Wouldn’t asking another woman for help be the fastest option?”

“But if I tell that brat...”

“Yes. If you tell Leviathan...”

Everyone else will know.

Leviathan tilted her head, puzzled by our conversation.

“Huh? What is it? Levi-tan’s lips are sealed! Zipped up tight!”

A completely untrustworthy statement.

But without her help, Galrm’s love life was practically doomed.

I let out a wry chuckle and looked at Galrm again.

After a long moment of hesitation, Galrm finally nodded, as if resigning himself to his fate.

And so, the Operation: Get Galrm a Wife had officially begun.