Convenience Store Worker From Another World Chapter 107

Episode 107. A side job full of innocence (2)

For the next three minutes, I kept my mouth shut and stayed still. This was because I had no idea what the store manager was thinking.

First of all, the little boy’s body came back to life at the words that he was being taken, and the store manager printed out a list of inspection items from the POS machine… .

“Little one. When the heroes in the fairy tales go on adventures, they always take a sword or armor with them, right?”

“my!”

“Me!” he says. At the mere mention of being invited to the party, the shy little boy’s eyes and voice light up as if he had come on a field trip to an amusement park.

What are you going to say to that guy? You’re going to say, “You can’t come with us,” and express your regret. That kid’s going to come back with tears in his eyes and a punch.

If I got hit by that, my heart would definitely burst. While I was keeping my mouth shut, the store manager brought a mask this time.

“Today’s a very short adventure, so I won’t need a sword or armor. I’ll just bring simple equipment. Here, your mask.”

If you suddenly tell her to wear a mask, she might not like it, but she nodded vigorously and took it, then put it back on without a moment’s hesitation. I had to straighten it out because the string got caught on her horns, but anyway…

“I wrote it all down.”

“Okay. Lastly, let’s just put the little backpack down on the table over there.”

“my!”

As the little boy ran towards me, he took off his backpack and the store manager glanced up at me. This was a signal that it was time to ask questions.

“Store manager, is this okay?”

He asked in a low voice. Last week, we were checking the Light Warrior set in the warehouse.

While I was checking, a sinister ghost jumped out from inside the toy and said something like, ‘I’m finally free’, which is what a mid-boss would say?

That ghost didn’t do anything special. I turned it into a ghost before it could do anything.

I wasn’t hurt, but it wasn’t a very pleasant experience. The feeling of dismantling that ghost is still vivid in my fist.

If something like that happens again, I’m worried that it will have a big negative impact on the child’s emotions.

“And there are a lot of cold weapons inside the warehouse. If the child wants to touch them—”

“It’s okay, I locked the door tightly. I’ll just work in front of you.”

Although the interior of the underground warehouse is wide, the structure is not complicated. There is a long corridor, and starting from the first room at the entrance of the corridor, several rooms are spaced out at wide intervals.

The first room is filled with the least dangerous items, and today’s work will be done only in that first room. After saying this, the store manager chuckled.

“Also, that kid will be a huge help with the things we’re checking today.”

“What on earth are you doing with what you have?”

“That’s a secret. I’ll tell you later.”

I thought, what is the symbol of keeping it a secret from me when I’m working on it? But I ended up doing it anyway. The store manager must have some foolish thoughts about it, so he’s doing this.

“Okay. Then shall we go?”

“my!”

“yes….”

Anyway, let’s go. I kicked open the warehouse entrance door, but the little one was a little scared because the stairs were high. I held onto one hand of the store manager and went down together.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, the little boy’s eyes sparkled as if he had never been scared before.

“Oh, sir. Sir.”

“why.”

“It’s so big.”

“Chan-ah, kid. Here.”

Still, when the store manager called, I gasped and came to my senses, then followed him in. As I followed the little boy in, just like before, I saw countless objects whose uses I couldn’t even guess.

“What is that? Sir, Sister.”

“What does the little one like best in here?”

“Are you okay? Uh… .”

After repeating the store manager’s question, he looked down at the ground as if thinking for a moment… .

He looked up at my face.

I have corrected it.

“I am not for sale, I am one.”

“Beam love product?”

“What my sister asked me was which of the things piled up here I like best.”

“It’s wrapped… Ah. I’m sending it.”

Only now did he fully understand the question, and he quickly looked around before fixing his gaze on one spot. It was a treasure chest the size of a medium-sized refrigerator.

“Treasure chest, sir!”

“That’s right. Manager, is that a real treasure chest?”

“It’s not real, it’s a mimic. Kids go inside and ride it to play.”

“Are you saying you ride that inside?”

I feel like my vocabulary is being tested. That’s what a Mimic is. A monster that disguises itself as a box and hides, then grabs and eats anyone who comes near.

It seems that they did a thorough job of researching the subject, and even the teeth pattern is drawn very carefully where the Mimic’s mouth should be. Why on earth would they make such a horrifying thing into a toy for children, and how can they ride it?

When I asked, the store manager gave me a brief explanation.

“It’s rarely used at home, but it’s often rented out by schools and kindergartens in the fall. It’s for school plays.”

A play about a hero going to defeat the Demon King. It is a regular repertoire used in the school festival season of this world.

The scene that appears the most in those plays is the one where the hero discovers the treasure chest, and when they want to give the audience a twist in that scene, this mimic toy appears.

“Hearing that, it seems somewhat convincing….”

“If you’re curious, would you like to take a look inside? There’s nothing to inspect, though.”

“If it’s not work, I don’t really have anything to do. What do you want to do? One thing.”

“Hello, sir? Are you a sis?”

“Of course. It’s not like it’s going to wear out.”

I opened it up and this is what the Mimic’s internal structure looked like. A small steering wheel in the middle, and underneath that were the accelerator and brake. The seat was pink and looked like it was modeled after a tongue… .

There is a seat belt under the seat, and a mechanical device behind it that appears to be a battery. The space on the left and right is completely empty. Compared to its scary appearance, the interior is quite simple.

The little boy seemed to be very interested, as he stepped away from the mimic and muttered his thoughts.

“Cleanser. There is no treasure….”

The voice was so gloomy that it was almost deafening. Looking at the manager’s expression, it seemed like he realized that the little boy’s motivation to work was fading.

“I think we’re a little late. Manager, let’s close this and get started right away.”

“Yeah. Here’s the list.”

I received a list of items to inspect from the store manager and read them out, and the moment I checked it, my motivation to work also began to fade. Because, well, what was written on the first line was…

“recorder?”

“Yeah. Recorder.”

“Store manager, this isn’t a magic spell.”

“No? It’s just a recorder?”

Why on earth do they sell recorders at convenience stores?

If you ask me, there are cases like this. For example, when taking music classes in elementary school or kindergarten, there are cases where you forget to bring your recorder from home, right?

In preparation for such times, there are cases where recorders are sold at convenience stores in front of elementary schools, daycare centers, or kindergartens. However, there are no cases where they are stored away in storage like this.

“It has 300 built-in sheet music, breathing correction, self-cleaning magic, and even a function that adjusts up to 2 octaves. It’s quite expensive, Chan-ah.”

“Ugh… .”

“The color is pink.”

Now I know why the store manager didn’t want to show me this list in the lobby. He wanted to see my expression right now.

“I was hoping the little one would come, because I thought Chan-i might have forgotten how to play the recorder. Or does he remember how to hold it?”

“… Yes, I remember.”

I honestly said I could play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Because we promised not to lie to each other. But, this. No… .

To be honest, I can’t do this no matter what. You want me to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a pink recorder in front of a kindergartener and a high school girl-looking boss?

This is not something you can do when you are sober. Go up and get three bottles of soju and drink them, and leave the rest to me tonight? You kick off the blanket and fill it with cotton later?

“I remember, but I… .”

This is a situation that requires a serious determination. When I looked at the manager’s expression in a daze, it seemed like he wasn’t being sincere. Today, I felt a little annoyed that he was smiling all over his face.

“… I stayed up all night. Even if I blew it now, I don’t think I could convey the soul of the soul.”

“Then there’s nothing we can do. Soul is a serious problem.”

Lee Chan will remember this. He will definitely… .

The store manager stretches with a satisfied expression on his face and takes out a pink recorder from a nearby box. Thanks to the cleaning magic, it is clean even though it was just taken out of the box.

“Hey kid. Did you ever play the recorder in kindergarten?”

“My. Modern, I’m not good at singing…”

“It’s okay. This recorder will make the little one play really well.”

I even added to the explanation the store manager gave me. Out of the 300 music scores, the song you want appears as a hologram in your head and before your eyes, and just by following the music in your head, you can play the recorder better.

“Oh.”

“What do you think, kid? Are you interested?”

“Only me!”

I can guess what the little boy is thinking. If he plays the recorder well, he will be able to get along better with his friends at kindergarten. That’s probably what he’s thinking.

The little boy eagerly accepted the recorder the store manager handed him and put it in his mouth. The moment he did, his eyes widened in surprise.

I was also surprised. A green hologram with the title of the song appeared above the air vent of the recorder. Why is such high technology on a children’s recorder?

“The song is sooooo great! In my head, in front of me!”

“Yeah. When you think of a song that the little one wants to sing, you’ll hear the song in your head. 3, 2, 1, go ahead.”

“Uh… I have to. What should I do…?”

“The kid likes the song. Whether it’s because he likes the title or the number.”

The little boy tightly closed his eyes at the store manager’s explanation. It seems that the person who is calling the store can choose the song without looking at the hologram. He groaned and hesitated for several seconds before choosing the song.

The hologram titles that had been going down in time with the little boy’s thoughts suddenly stopped. It seemed like the little boy had chosen a song. Let’s see… .

“… Flight of the Bumblebee. What is this, why is it here?”

“The queen bee is coming! It looks like it’s going to sting.”

“Chan-ah. Isn’t this a bit difficult for her?”

It wasn’t just a difficult level, but if we let the kid play this, he would definitely die from lack of oxygen while playing. The next step would be getting sued by his mother…

“Just bite that and hold it for a second, kid.”

“Whew!”

A little boy who plays the recorder instead of answering. He quickly discussed the matter with the store manager and came to a conclusion.

“I think there’s a bug in the magic of the included songs, Chan-ah. It’s expressed in a very concise way.”

“That’s a very clear explanation.”

I also know what I need to check. For some reason, the baby-killing songs have been created on the recorder, and I need to erase them.

After concluding, I walked up to the kid and swiped my thumb across the hologram. I thought, “Let’s just erase this one song,” and as I swiped, it was erased like a blackboard scribble.

“Oh. I suddenly can’t hear you.”

“Oh my. Looks like the bumblebee has flown away.”

“I see. You know… .”

“You don’t have to do it, Hana. It’s a wasp.”

“omg.”

Immediately after saying this, I got a slap on the back from the store manager. It stung.

“This song won’t work because the bee flew away, so let’s choose the next one.”

“my.”

The little boy nodded, closed his eyes tightly again, and began to choose a song. The holographic playlist moved for a while before stopping, and this time it was a song I didn’t know.

“It’s a magic flute. What is this?”

“Magic Flute, Queen of the Night Aria…”

“I don’t know the title. What song is it?”

“It’s an opera song, and the lyrics are, ‘Death! Despair! This is not my daughter!’ and the singer gets really angry.”

“Then it would be difficult with a recorder.”

He said and erased it. This was the 27th song on the playlist. There’s a long way to go.