Convenience Store Worker From Another World Chapter 190

Episode 190. Find the lost item (3)

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As I released the lock, I had only one thought in mind: Twenty seconds, just twenty seconds.

I kicked the bathroom door with both feet together as hard as I could, and there was a heavy impact, a short scream, and the sound of something in front of the door falling to the ground.

After that, I ran out the door and checked the direction where I heard the sound of bags being placed. As I had guessed earlier, there were three bags. The contents were a magic detection magic, a sealing magic, and the other one was something I don’t know… .

“Ugh… This, this kid. What the hell is he doing…!”

He asked me questions calmly, as if he didn’t fully understand the situation, but I didn’t answer him either, as I didn’t fully understand the situation either. First, the bag that was supposedly containing the sealing magic.

I opened it wide and checked inside. There was only a single sheet of A4 paper with a magic circle drawn in blue ink inside. I looked at it and rolled Shinchan with all my might. Sealing magic.

The guy who just fell down didn’t know there was anyone inside, and he casted the spell in advance. This means that it wasn’t a spell that completely blocked the entrance.

If people can’t come in, then you can’t lock them up. There must have been some manipulation added. If I just touch and erase the manipulation…

“What are you doing, kid!”

“… This f*cking bastard, if there was someone stuck in the toilet stall, why would he do that!! That f*cking bastard might get constipated… .”

“What, what?”

“And you little brat, why do you keep calling me a brat? Do you know me?”

I took my hand off the magic circle, muttering whatever came to mind. I felt like I had erased something, but it would be hard to tell if it was as I intended. Next was the third bag, whose magic had not yet been activated.

It was a leather bag, and the contents were the same as A4 paper, but the ink was red. I took out the paper and checked the appearance of the guy I had knocked over.

Four arms, two legs, a black head with tentacles, and a bare, black body, it was a typical ant-like insectoid, but ants could lift objects more than ten times their own weight without any trouble.

That guy’s one punch would turn my body into a rag. I had to resolve this through conversation, and this was the only means of conversation I could think of. Unidentified magic.

The first was detection, and the second was a blocking spell. It was used to check if there were people and prevent them from escaping, so if there was resistance, a restraining spell would have been prepared as well.

I pushed forward based on my guess, but as soon as he saw the paper, his antennae visibly flinched. I guess my guess was right.

“Hey. What kind of magic is this?”

I asked half to confirm, half to get a better answer. My question seemed to have made his mind very complicated, and after a while, he said this nonsense as an answer.

“…Uh, no. It’s not a particularly dangerous magic.”

“Then can I use it?”

“Don’t do it! Do you know what kind of magic that is? Do you want to become an idiot?!”

“That’s why I’m asking you now, you black bean-headed brat! And―”

Whatever magic this is, it has nothing to do with me. I was going to explain it in detail, comparing it to my constitution, but it was timed out. There is a vibration coming from the ground.

As I walked towards the bathroom entrance, holding the paper in my hand, I saw a crowd of orcs in suits rushing towards me from all directions. What the hell, Lord. I think one of them is going to go now.

But I survived. Two orcs who were running at me as if they were going to attack me were stuck in something transparent right in front of the bathroom.

Another guy who was chasing after him swung his fist, but it was blocked by something unseen and shattered. As he retreated while shouting, three more guys came rushing in and started yelling.

“You little shit, break this spell!”

“I’ll kill you, you think you can eat hundreds of millions and still be safe!”

When I was touching the sealing magic earlier, I prayed to my constitution, “If it’s a magic that only allows entry and exit, then erase that too,” and it seems like that was the right answer.

The problem is that I’m trapped too. I tried to talk to the complexity.

“… I didn’t eat a single penny, so can’t you just let it go?”

“What the hell is this kid? Then where is the money!”

“revenue.”

“This chewy is !!”

As if my words had gotten the better of me, I pounded the transparent wall with my fists, feet, a wooden club, and even a baseball bat, but there wasn’t even a single scratch on the transparent wall.

Either way, whether I die slowly or die hard, it’s the same. If I continue to slowly increase the potion and just keep pounding on this wall―

“f*ck, it’s not even moving!”

“Wall! Just tear down the wall and create another entrance!”

These thugs are like hired guns. If the wall breaks down, we’re in real trouble. We’re in real trouble!

“I told you, something big is wrong!! Penguin! Sparrow!! I told you, there’s chaos in here!!”

I never thought I would cry out for a new name so desperately. I put my fingers on my earphones and screamed like an ornithologist, and the sounds coming out of the earphones were not much different from the ones here.

[You’re dead, ugh!]

[ Cover! Cover at once! ]

[Why is that f*cking bitch acting like this, AAAH!]

The sound of something thin being swung, the sound of a sharp blow, and the sound of screaming are heard in a round. As I turn my back to the bathroom wall and clutch the paper tightly, the officer answers.

[Traffic is being controlled. Are you okay?]

“These guys are trying to get in by breaking down the bathroom wall, right now!!”

[ The wall… Yes. I checked. ]

Immediately afterwards, the earphone noise suddenly cut off, and 3 seconds later. In less than 3 seconds, a loud noise rang out from the left side of the bathroom entrance, and the guy who had been knocking on the wall hit his head on the transparent wall and slid down.

The one who slipped showed a mark on the back of his neck where he had been hit with a baton. Another one who had been looking at the fallen orc looked in the same direction as I was and muttered.

“Hey, when did this salty bitch get here―”

That was the bastard’s last words, and he fell to the floor with his knees kicked and drool dripping from his mouth. While his friends were falling, the bastard who had lost his mind and was still pounding on the transparent wall, met the same fate.

Only then did the officer appear at the entrance, wearing only a blue police uniform over his vest, perhaps because it was in the way. His tie was also loose and unkempt, but his expression was as expressionless as ever.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh… yes. I wasn’t hurt.”

Except for the brief flash of light, everything was fine. The officer exhaled faintly at my answer and leaned back slightly. The wooden club was thrust straight down where the officer’s head had been just a moment ago.

It seemed as if an orc had made a surprise attack from somewhere I couldn’t see. The officer glanced down at the hand holding the club and struck it without a moment’s hesitation.

“Ahh!”

The club fell from his hand and fell on the fallen orcs, and with another swing of the baton, the orcs fell on top of the club. I asked because the situation was so strange.

“Is there something magical about that baton?”

“No, it’s just a regular baton.”

“Then why do these guys only get hit once or twice and then fall down?”

“Just watch carefully and hit well.”

It was something like stabbing the blood by hitting the area where mana flows in the joints and nervous system, but I didn’t ask any more questions because it seemed like something only an old person from another world could do. After answering, the officer turned around and looked around.

“… I think more traffic control is needed.”

“Huh? Are there still many outside?”

“There are many. While I’m organizing, I would appreciate it if you two could look after the work inside.”

By the way, I wonder where the store manager is. As I was raising my hand to ask through the earphone, I suddenly heard the store manager’s voice.

“I will do that. I am here, Magpie.”

At the lower left corner of the entrance. The moment I looked down in absurdity, the store manager appeared as if a picture was drawn in the air. What is this?

“Can you use magic?”

“There are a few things that you can only use when you feel like you’re in danger. Like when angry orcs are chasing you.”

As soon as he came out of the igloo where he was hiding, he made eye contact with several orcs and felt his life was in danger, so he used stealth magic. He said that and reached out his hand towards me, but was blocked by a transparent wall.

“I can’t use it for this kind of thing. It’s not like I’m dangerous.”

“Ugh… .”

“So, can you please let me in?”

If you ask to be let in, you have to know how. I was about to ask how, but then I remembered that I had done something similar with the store manager before. If I hold someone, that person is also immune to the effects of magic, just like me.

As the store manager grabbed my hand against the transparent wall, his hand extended towards me and entered the bathroom. He walked in while still holding my wrist, then turned around to look at the officer and spoke to me.

“I’ll finish this quickly and come out, so take care, officer.”

“Yes, please.”

The officer answered, turned his back to the doorway, and swung his baton once. Dozens of orcs, some grabbing shoulders, some limping, and others just plain healthy, were slowly approaching.

I thought that to be a police officer in this neighborhood, you have to know how to take down at least one organization on your own, but I guess not. I’ll have a chance to ask about that later.

“Magpie. What’s the current situation?”

“It’s not bad. There’s another ant-human inside besides me, and I don’t know what it is, but it seems pretty scared.”

I was a bit bluffing with this, and now we’re in a standoff. I finished telling him what happened and showed him the paper. The store manager glanced at me and immediately started explaining as if he understood.

“It’s a magic that immobilizes you. And it’s quite strong.”

This is a sanitized expression, and in reality it is a nerve paralysis spell. If you are subjected to this, all of your nerves from your neck to the tips of your toes will be paralyzed, and you will become a person who only talks. The only person who can remove it is the person who created the magic formula.

“If you use it for any purpose other than medical purposes, you will definitely be sentenced to prison. I guess that wizard was really angry at the magpie?”

“That’s right. I have many sins… .”

“Anyway, it’s important that there’s only one party involved. In order to do that, you have to write down information separately in the calculation formula. Height, weight, voice, things like that.”

“So, are you saying that if you just have this piece of paper, you can find out who that guy is?”

“I can tell who it is, but there’s an easier way to find out where it is.”

The store manager looked at the ant-man after speaking. He looked at the paper we were holding as if it were a grenade, as if he had heard some kind of explanation about this magic.

The store manager’s expression turned gloomy as he looked at the ant man. He took a few steps closer and began to speak while waving the paper he was holding in his hand.

“Not only the person who created the formula, but also the person who cast it should be sentenced to prison. It’s a very bad spell.”

The words ‘bad magic’ were particularly strong. The ant-man, who had been wagging his antennae, continued speaking in a deep tone.

“… So what, what do you want?”

“Can you lend me your smartphone for a moment? I’ll just make one call and then return it to you.”

This guy was on the phone with someone who appeared to be his boss. If we check the call log, we can see where the call was coming from.

Of course, this guy didn’t readily hand over his phone. As a member of a criminal organization, he knew what that meant. He kept his mouth shut, glanced at the bathroom door, and asked.

“Then what can I get?”

It seems like he’s going to agree for now since it’s not a situation where he can escape. I thought the conversation would be quite long, but the store manager said something I hadn’t expected.

“I’ll give you this paper. If you want, pay in advance.”

“…what?”

“Okay. Here.”

“No, why that….”

The store manager hands the paper to the ant man before he can stop him. That was the means of restraining him. I told you that the two of us can’t even beat one of his arms.

For a moment, he looked down at the paper as if he didn’t understand the situation, then picked it up with one of his four arms. Watching him pick it up, the store manager asked calmly.

“My job is in the service industry. I don’t usually do credit transactions….”

Before he could finish his words, the ant-man raised his hand, aimed it at the store manager’s head, and struck him. The moment the ant-man’s hand touched his head, a shocking sound like a bomb exploding rang out.

At the same time, his four arms and two legs were slammed into the bathroom wall without mercy, and he hit the back of his head against the wall and fell limply to the floor. It seemed like he had lost consciousness.

The store manager looks at the motionless ant-man, rummaging through the front of his suit to take out his phone. He even returns the paper he had handed to the ant-man to me and speaks softly.

“It’s one of the self-protection spells, Chan-ah. It’s set to activate automatically when you’re in a situation where you’re seriously injured and need more than 8 weeks of healing.”

“… 8 weeks for pre-treatment, sir.”

“Yeah. He’s probably been asleep for about two hours.”

Self-defense for a blow worth eight weeks of pre-existing conditions, two hours of pre-existing conditions. He says this and then looks down at the paper to conclude his speech.

“I hate wizards who use this kind of magic, Chan-ah.”

“But I still like the store manager.”

“It’s nice that you even say that. Let’s get to work, get to work.”