The Evil Scientist is Too Competent

“—Fuck off, you bastard!”

Operation: Galrm’s Love Conquest

Galrm wasn’t the only one watching this disaster unfold.

Through the lens he was wearing, the entire operation HQ—Eight and his crew—were seeing everything from his point of view.

And since it was the latest model, capable of capturing even sound, Eight could hear every single word that came out of Riore’s mouth, loud and clear.

“...”

“...This is bad.”

At Vira’s remark, everyone nodded in agreement.

They had told him to emphasize his maturity, and what did he do? He told her not to speak informally.

They had told him to give advice based on his experience, and instead, he just came off as a condescending asshole.

Did he even want to be in a relationship?

“Does he actually want a girlfriend?”

“...That’s what I’m wondering.”

Apparently, Eight wasn’t the only one with doubts.

But they couldn’t just let things end here.

Everyone put their heads together, trying to find a way out of this mess.

“What if we just go full kidnapping and confinement romance...?”

“Aile, no.”

“I mean, it’s not a bad idea? Expecting more from that beast is just overestimating him.”

“Can we at least try to think properly...?”

Of course, none of them had any actual dating experience.

Five people, combined romantic history? Zero.

There was no way they were going to come up with anything useful on their own.

So in the end, the only real answer came from the AI.

[AI Advice]

Apologize for your words. Explain that it wasn’t your intention.

Apologize in three seconds.

Three... Two... One...

—“Didn’t I tell you not to speak informally?”

“Ah...”

“Ah...”

“Ah...”

But Galrm completely ignored the AI’s advice.

At that moment, not just the AI but the entire team watching let out a collective sigh.

They say love makes men stupid, but...

This wasn’t what that meant.

Eight turned away, already giving up.

“...This is doomed. Let’s just go eat.”

“...Yeah, might as well.”

“There’s a new restaurant nearby! I-I really wanna try it!”

And just like that, they left.

There was no point in watching a completely failed operation any longer.

But—

By the time they finished eating and returned...

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing on the monitor.

—“So this is how it’s done, yeah?”

—“Yeah. Just like that.”

“...What?”

“Wait, why are they suddenly getting along?”

“Rewind! Now!”

On the screen—

Galrm and Riore were practically glued together, touching each other as if nothing had happened.

...None of them had a single clue what the hell just happened.

****

Earlier—

Galrm completely ignored the AI’s advice.

Like hell I need a machine to tell me how to deal with women.

He was a man. A male.

A machine giving him advice on romance? That was just unmanly.

“What’s your problem? Didn’t you tell me to fuck off? Gonna call the cops or something? Hah. Classic loser thinking.”

“You—!”

On purpose, Galrm provoked her.

And just as expected, already emotionally wrecked from her loss, Riore immediately lunged at him.

This time, knowing exactly how strong he was, she was even more cautious.

She tested him with light strikes, measuring the distance, trying to lure out an opening before launching a full attack.

Once again, she aimed for his blind spots—a relentless, unpredictable assault!

But Galrm—without even looking—simply tilted his head and dodged.

The sheer ease with which he evaded left Riore shocked.

“No way...”

Thud!

Galrm lightly drove his fist into her stomach.

Even though it wasn’t a strong hit, a perfectly timed counter always carried a devastating impact.

Riore collapsed onto the ground with a groan.

“Ghhkk...!”

Kneeling. Drooling.

But still, those eyes of hers...

Even now, they hadn’t lost their fire.

As she looked up at him with that same defiant glare—

Galrm grinned.

Yeah. She’s perfect.

“What do you think was the reason you lost?”

“Hahh... Hahh... Are you trying to pick a fight...?”

“No. I’m asking seriously.”

Riore clamped her mouth shut.

She had an idea why she lost.

But saying it out loud... admitting it...

That was terrifying.

Galrm, however, didn’t hesitate to say it for her.

“You got too predictable.”

“...”

“That tricky, impossible-to-read movement of yours? Sure, it overwhelms people the first time. But what about the second? The third?”

A one-trick pony.

Her martial art, while overwhelmingly strong against first-time opponents, became exponentially weaker against those who had seen it before.

Which meant it needed to be modified.

She couldn’t rely solely on erratic movements.

She needed a strong foundation—a solid, pressure-based offense—and then use her unpredictability only in crucial moments.

A signature move used all the time would always be countered eventually.

“That’s why you lost. This defeat? It’s entirely on you.”

“...I know I’m weak.”

“No? You’re not weak. That’s not why you lost.”

“...?”

Confused, Riore looked up at him.

Galrm met her gaze, then glanced at her father.

He recalled what the scientist had told him.

Riore was obsessed with this martial art because of her father.

She was trying to fulfill his dream.

It was admirable.

But it wasn’t enough.

“You have no goal.”

“...My goal is to become the strongest in the world?”

“No. I’m talking about a real goal. Something bigger. Something that’s deeply ingrained inside you.”

Fulfilling her father’s dream?

Pathetic. Weak. Useless.

That alone would never be enough to reach her true potential.

“Right now, you’re just doing everything your father tells you. What to eat, how to train, when to sleep, who to fight—all of it.”

“Of course I am! He’s my master and my coach—”

“Then what are you doing? Where is your will in all of that?”

“I—”

“You complete the training he gives you? Great. You only do what he tells you and nothing more? Fantastic. That’s the mindset of a soldier.”

If Riore was meant to be a soldier—if her father had trained her to be nothing more than a human weapon—then that would have been enough.

She was already an exceptional fighter.

But if their dream wasn’t to create some mass-produced, interchangeable warrior, but rather the one and only champion—

“Then that’s not the mindset of a champion.”

It wasn’t enough.

“You’re nothing more than your father’s puppet right now. There’s no you in this. If your heart is somewhere else, do you really think you can achieve your goal?”

“...So what are you saying?”

“Learn from me. I’ll fix that rotten mentality of yours. I’ll make sure that you can chase the title of ‘strongest in the world’ with your own will.”

The world’s strongest.

A champion—

It wasn’t something that could be achieved just by having a great coach.

A great # Nоvеlight # coach and a great fighter—both of them had to be looking toward the same goal.

And right now, Riore—

Frankly speaking, she wasn’t suitable as a fighter.

She lacked that obsession with strength.

That madness—the willingness to do anything to win.

“—Ha. You?”

“You really don’t know who I am?”

“Why the hell would I—”

“—No. She does.”

And then—

The dojo master, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke.

“The Beast King. The former Unified Champion. A martial god known to have no equal in physical combat...”

“Oh—? So you do know me?”

“No one in this industry wouldn’t know you. And the fact that my daughter didn’t... perhaps you’re right.”

The dojo master calmly accepted Galrm’s words.

Riore had always claimed that she wanted to become the strongest with her martial art, to prove that their martial art was the best.

But whose dream was that, really?

He had always feared that he was ruining his daughter’s future with his own stubbornness.

And hearing their conversation only confirmed it.

“F-Father...?”

“Riore. Learn from him. You don’t need to learn from me anymore.”

“B-But that means—!”

“—Learning from him doesn’t mean you’re not my daughter anymore, does it?”

“...That...”

He was right.

Even if she learned from Galrm, it didn’t mean she would lose the martial art she had trained in all her life.

It simply meant she was walking a path she had never walked before.

As the father and daughter shared their emotional moment, practically turning into a tear-filled drama, Galrm yawned and picked his ear, looking bored.

“Done crying yet? Time’s wasting. If you’re gonna do this, hurry it up.”

“...You—”

“If you want to learn from me, that needs to be fixed first.”

Galrm looked Riore straight in the eyes and said—

“Don’t speak informally to me.”

And just like that—

A miracle that no one could have imagined was set into motion.