Convenience Store Worker From Another World Chapter 49

Episode 49. Practical rehearsal (1)

As soon as I got back to the convenience store, I asked the store manager.

“Store manager, what exactly did you do with that ID?”

“I did it somehow. If you’re going to accept an employee from another world, you need to have this level of ability, right?”

I didn’t ask any more questions because he kept beating around the bush saying he didn’t really want to talk about it. As the person receiving the question, I felt bad about asking him, and if he just did well on the test, there wouldn’t be anything else to talk about.

Instead, I tried to work for a few hours, although the store manager said that he was a magician and that he could stay up all night for a day or two, but I, as the one on the receiving end, felt uneasy.

Of course, this was also rejected.

“Chan works three or four hours, and if you come at night, can you work all night?”

“…no….”

I told her honestly because I thought she wouldn’t listen even if I told her I could. I told her to just go home and wash up. She said not to worry because she was washing up whenever there were no customers.

But I really wanted to help if possible, because in fact, there was nothing I could do even after coming to my world.

When I got home and checked the news, it said that because there were so many people infected with COVID-19, all PC rooms and karaoke rooms were closed. Libraries were no exception.

So, the only place I could go was a cafe, but what on earth would a 29-year-old man do alone in a cafe? And regardless of age, if you go alone and stay there for an hour or two, don’t you feel very self-conscious? Is it just me?

Plus, since I was a loner with no friends to keep in touch with, I had nothing else to do but lie down and fall asleep. I blinked for a couple of hours and fell asleep. When I woke up and checked the time, it was exactly 9:40.

When I arrived at work around 9:50, the store manager met my eyes and a big smile appeared on his face. I asked him if something good had happened.

“Manager, is there anything good going on?”

“Of course. Look at this, Chan-ah.”

As he spoke, the store manager held out his smartphone screen. When I glanced at it, I saw that it was the written test results sheet.

“Chan-i, you got all the questions right. Of course you got first place.”

“uh….”

“Am I right? I told you Chan would do well.”

I’m grateful that people are happy about my good grades as if they were their own, but I keep wondering if this is really okay. I don’t think reporters will come looking for me or articles will be published about me getting a perfect score…

“But Yoon-ha was calm. She said she wasn’t that surprised.”

“You don’t know my circumstances, do you?”

And I can’t really believe it either. When was the last time I got a perfect score on a test when I was in school? I think it was the Korean language test in my second year of middle school…

“And the practical test is tomorrow evening. Around 7 o’clock.”

“You want to take the test at 7pm? At that time, 7pm on Sunday?”

“huh.”

“The schedule is really tight. It’s not like it’s a crunch period or anything….”

“From their perspective, there’s no reason to drag it out. That’s why I’m saying this.”

Perhaps because the shift change was almost over, the store manager didn’t continue the conversation. Instead, he took out a container full of watermelon-shaped jelly from under the counter and placed it on top.

“I’ve been thinking about how I would pose the practical questions.”

“yes.”

“Yes, I tried casting a spell on each of these jellies. For example…”

The store manager opens the lid, picks up a jelly bean, and puts his hand down on the counter.

Normally, it would have fallen and rolled somewhere, but the jelly did not fall quickly, did not make a sound, and did not roll somewhere. It just fell slowly, landed on the counter without making a noise, and was fixed there.

“I put about three types of magic on this jelly. A slowing magic, a silence magic, and a shock absorption magic.”

“Ah, this is, is it a combination of three techniques or something…?”

“Well, I guess that’s what it is. Anyway, can Chan-i just choose one of these spells and get rid of it?”

I don’t know because I’ve never tried it before. As I shook my head, the store manager picked up the jelly, put it back in the container, closed the lid, and continued speaking.

“I thought this kind of question would usually come up in a practical exam.”

At least the store manager himself says he won’t hire anyone who isn’t an expert who can do this. One of the examples he gave was the train.

“The basic fuel for a train is electricity or oil, but it also has a horsepower engine inside, right? To help with acceleration and deceleration, or to stabilize when overheated. Do you understand so far?”

“A little bit.”

“Yeah. Let’s say the magic that helps stabilize here becomes unstable, so we have to release it and then re-cast it. But if Chan-i touches it, won’t all the other magics be released as well?”

The repair time will increase several times as many times as many spells will have to be reworked, and it is certain that trains using that track will be out of service for the day. I went to fix the train and ended up getting repaired myself.

“Originally, it would be ridiculous to worry about such things… but it’s cold, isn’t it?”

“What kind of proper noun am I?”

“It’s not that it’s hard for Chan-i to erase magic, but it’s much harder to not erase it. That’s why we’re going to practice with these jellies tonight.”

It seems like the saying is, choose one of the three magic spells on the watermelon jelly and erase it. I picked up the jelly that the store manager had placed on the counter and did the same thing as the store manager.

As if the magic had completely worn off, the moment it touched the counter, it bounced up with a thud and rolled to the floor. The store manager who had been watching looked up at me and added.

“Chan-i must have been doing this to some extent unconsciously. Even when he was going home, if Chan-i hadn’t been able to do this, he wouldn’t have been able to go home.”

It was something I heard on my first day of work when I left work. If you imagine your home in your head and have a firm will to return home, your constitution will adapt to that image and will.

That was easy for me to do, because I like my home.

But I don’t know if I like watermelon jelly and want to enjoy the chewy taste of watermelon jelly. I’ve never tried this before. Is this a new product?

“I can help you in any way I can, if it involves using magic. But there’s nothing else I can do for you… .”

“I’m grateful for this alone, isn’t it?”

There are probably well over 100 jellies in the jar.

According to the store manager, he grabbed each of the jellies and cast a spell on them. How long did that take? Six hours? Half a day?

I can’t just say, “I can’t do it anymore because I’ve done this much for you. I’m sorry,” and move on. I have to do something about it, at least for the sake of the store manager.

“It’s easy to say, but honestly, it’s difficult. Even seasoned anti-magicians sometimes make mistakes. So… uh…”

“yes.”

“cheer up.”

I think so. I don’t know if it will work out even if I try hard.

I don’t know if it will work out even if I try hard.

After that, I received a brief handover of the work, and the store manager left work. He told me to call him anytime if I had any questions, but I didn’t really want to call the store manager who had stayed up all night for two days.

Anyway, that’s my constitution. So I’m the one who can handle it the best, and I had no choice but to solve it myself.

After that, I took out another watermelon jelly and dropped it on the counter. It rolled very well.

I tried eating the watermelon jelly that I had touched with mixed feelings, and I also tried rolling it on my palm like an acupressure bead, but of course, it was no use.

I even tried to turn off the music in the store and concentrate, but whenever I tried to do that, a customer would come in and I couldn’t do anything. I don’t know how these convenience store nerds study for qualifications.

I did this until 11 o’clock and ate about 20 jellies in vain, but I didn’t feel like anything was getting better. There must be some way…

“president.”

While I was clutching my head and thinking, I heard an old man’s voice. I was so worried that I didn’t even notice that a guest had arrived.

“I’m sorry. Welcome, Son… .”

I was about to jump up but stopped in the middle. I thought I had seen the customer’s appearance before. He was wearing a black suit, a hat, and there was a wound on the back of his hand.

“I’d like a pack of Blue, please.”

It seemed to be the same old substitute who had come before and taken out the orcs’ thorns. At first I was hesitant, but when I heard him ask for One Blue, I was immediately convinced.

“Old Wolf, it’s been a while since you’ve been here.”

When I asked, the old man opened his eyes slightly wide and looked at my face, then after a while he smiled kindly.

“I didn’t know that the boss still remembered me.”

How can I forget the moment when the genre of my life almost changed? That was the last time you said you would come, but back then you said you would come often.

“I see you’ve been working somewhere else recently.”

“Yes. Since I had just started, my colleagues encouraged me to travel around various places. Thanks to that, I was able to broaden my horizons quite a bit… .”

In addition, no matter how much I listen to it, it doesn’t seem like it’s a word that a current agent can use.

“Still, I can’t come here often because the transportation is inconvenient. How have you been, sir?”

I was wondering how I should express how I’ve been doing. After thinking about it, I came up with a good idea.

“That door broke again a few days ago.”

“… Oh, that’s right.”

He nods as if he understood right away. The old man writes his address and contact information in the attendance list, takes a bottle of fatigue recovery medicine, and goes to the table to sit down.

No customers came for about 20 minutes after that.

I thought I’d keep fiddling with the watermelon jelly, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate. My head just hurts when I try to think of a useful method.

One time, the old man went outside while he was sitting, and I thought it was nothing serious, thinking he must have gotten a call, but he came back right away in 30 seconds.

“He said he called me thinking it was a taxi.”

He must have noticed my puzzled expression, so he said subtly, “I don’t know why you’re confusing the taxi and designated driver phone numbers…

Immediately after this, a customer came in following the old surrogate. What is that? Is that a human?

“Ugh… .”

But why are you crying?

The first thing that came to mind when I saw this guest was the two words, Seolnyeo.

Sky blue from head to toe, with long straight hair. He had an overall white impression, but he wasn’t as pure white as the little dragon who came to play in the morning. If he were white chalk, this guest would be like sky blue chalk.

I thought it was something that only came out of oral legends, but when I actually saw it in front of me, I had no other words to describe it. And it wasn’t even important at the time… .

“Ugh, ugh… .”

This snow woman was shedding tears from the moment she came in until right after she picked out her items. Even up until the moment she paid.

“Ugh… Ugh, ugh…”

“… I, customer… .”

Crying is good, but can’t you do the math before crying?

*2022.10.31. Modifications

The first part of the ID-related content has been added and the date of the practical exam has been changed.