Convenience Store Worker From Another World Chapter 5

Episode 5. Adapting to the situation (5)

As I searched the place the store manager had mentioned, I saw something that looked like a green thermometer.

[ Did you find it? ]

“The little green machine, is that it?”

[ Yeah. That’s right. Press the button on top, aim it at the customer’s bare skin, and then tell me what appears on the LCD screen. ]

The way it works is also similar to a non-contact thermometer.

After approaching the succubus with it, I briefly considered where to aim it. The most comfortable place would be the face, but I didn’t think she would like having the laser pointed at her face.

“Sir, could you show me your hand for a moment?”

“… … .”

Of course, he didn’t listen to her words, and his arms were tightly folded. After looking over her body for a moment, he noticed wings fluttering around her shoulders. I think that’ll do.

As I aimed at the black wing and pressed the button, the LCD screen began to blink a small, pale purple color.

“Store manager, the screen has turned purple.”

[ How about the blink cycle? ]

“Uh… It blinks regularly, once every two seconds.”

As I answered, a small sigh of relief was heard. The store manager then continued his explanation.

[ That’s fortunate. ]

“Is this customer okay?”

[ No, it seems like it’s a curse… I think it can be solved with something sold at convenience stores. ]

It’s surprising that curses exist, but it’s even more surprising that they can be solved with something sold at convenience stores.

“Is it true that a curse can be cured by putting a band-aid on it?”

[Aside from the bandages, there’s a case with over-the-counter medicine across from the POS machine. Take a medium-sized pill from the second row and give it to the customer.]

“How much is it?”

[ 4,000 won. Oh, I’ll give you two. ]

I guess it wasn’t that dangerous though. Considering that it was resolved by taking two 4,000 won pills.

As the store manager said, I looked through the middle row of the medicine case, and the pink packaging medicine caught my eye. Next, what caught my eye was the efficacy written in large letters on the top row of the case.

“Uh… ‘Lovesickness can be cured in one shot?’ Manager, do you sell antidepressants at the convenience store?”

[ It’s not an antidepressant, and the curse that the customer has isn’t lovesickness… but it should work. ]

“What the heck is that… Oh, wait a minute.”

Another guest arrived. Pale skin, grey hair, red eyes and pale skin.

He seemed to be a vampire again, but he was a bit taller than the vampire I first encountered. But if I were to be generous, he looked like a middle school student. In addition, the tear stain on his left eye caught my eye.

“Welcome.”

“Blood pack… Where is it?”

The voice also felt a bit young. Something, something was starting to feel off, but for now I followed the procedure.

“Are you looking for something that has a high degree of accuracy?”

“Yes. Um, 13 degrees.”

“Would you mind checking the line under the liquor corner over there?”

I didn’t know where it was, but I didn’t bother asking the store manager. If it had alcohol content, it would be classified as mainstream, and the blood pack would need to be refrigerated to stay fresh, so it would probably be in the fridge.

After a while, the vampire brought out four blood packs and put them down. Looking at the blood packs, it was hard to tell if this was an emergency room or a convenience store. And what’s worse, there was alcohol mixed in them?

“Me and a pack of cigarettes… please.”

“What kind of cigarettes are you talking about?”

“That one.”

He also asked for cigarettes. He didn’t give them to me right away, and I asked just in case because I still had a bad feeling about the feeling I got from him earlier.

“Can I give you this 6mg one?”

“Uh… yes. 6mg.”

The one I have is the 5mg one. Is this the real thing?

The minor’s name may be called a spirit, but the guys who want to smoke at the convenience store may not be called a chew.

Because the person who sold it is subject to criminal punishment. In this case, me. I have to pay a fine for violating the Youth Protection Act, and they’ll draw a red line on my resident registration card. I’ll have a criminal record, right?

You might ask, “Why would they do that just for selling one cigarette?” and that’s what actually happened. The convenience store was ordered to suspend business. Many people in life do things that are so bad that they can’t help but think it’s going to ruin their lives, so you can’t call them that.

“Please show me your ID.”

“yes.”

This is clearly not a normal form of identification.

I took it, held it close to my eyes, and pretended to look at it, then glanced at the vampire. Since his face was pale to begin with, I couldn’t tell by his color, but I could clearly see that he was stiff.

Next, I took a look at my ID. It’s 2021, so you’re an adult starting from 2002, and my ID says I was born in 2002. But why did the hologram around the numbers come off? Huh?

I scratched it once with my fingernail, and the part where it said 02 was starting to peel off.

He spoke to me and gave me my ID back.

“The sticker on this is peeling off.”

“…yes yes?”

“Should I keep peeling it off or should I burn it with a lighter to melt it?”

The vampire didn’t choose either. He took the ID and fled out the front door, throwing away the blood pack he had taken out.

I just left it alone.

I don’t have the authority to stop Minjja from buying cigarettes or alcohol, and I can only go to the police station with her, but if Minjja counter-sues and says she was assaulted, things will get more complicated.

And judging by the stickers that were put up, it’s not like this has been going on for a day or two, because if they start tracking down that real vampire and looking for where he sold his cigarettes, chaos will ensue.

So, four blood packs were left where Minjja left.

I picked it up once, and it was squishy. I wonder how vampires eat this. I didn’t see anything like a transfusion tool in the ready-made section, but is there a hole for a straw?

[ Chan-ah, how are you feeling, succubus guest? ]

“I haven’t fed you yet. Minjja just came to buy some alcohol and cigarettes and left.”

[ Really? Wow, I almost got in big trouble. Who was that? ]

“A vampire. Didn’t you say earlier that these guys come sometimes?”

[ It’s true that you come here sometimes, but Chan-i, you’re having a hard time today… ]

“That’s right… .”

No matter how much I work, time just doesn’t pass. Time just doesn’t pass. Why are these guys doing this to me, what the heck… .

[ But how did you know? I didn’t hear the alarm sound. ]

“Is this an alarm? Is this also under some kind of magic?”

Convenience stores don’t have alarms or anything.

[ Yeah. I set up an alarm to sound if someone comes in with a fake ID. That caught most of them. ]

“They just made it analog. They cut it with a cutter, erased the numbers, and put fake stickers on it. It was hard to even talk or act like that.”

I thought I caught it purely by eye.

During my three years of working at the company, dealing with clients and working on construction projects, I never once met anyone younger than me, so I naturally became more perceptive. I never thought I would use that perceptiveness to my advantage.

However, the store manager was firm on this point.

[ That’s even harder. The ID cards issued by the Qing government have a lot of anti-forgery devices, so it’s hard to damage them by any means. It would have taken a lot of magic to remove the magic, and it’s impossible for them not to have applied additional magic to the ID cards that were removed… ]

“So much so that even the alarm magic won’t sound?”

[ I didn’t put anything too powerful on it. There haven’t been any problems so far. ]

“Then I guess that guy has exceptional magical abilities. Well, he’s a vampire, so that could be possible….”

[ That’s not it… Originally, vampire families usually had a lot of money. ]

A vampire under the age of 20 can’t possibly have much income, and it seems like the ID was made by sucking blood from his parents. If your family has a lot of money, go play golf. You never know, you might become a professional golfer.

Anyway, I thought this wasn’t something I could just gloss over, so I tried to organize it.

The ID card that the real vampire presented was actually a fake ID card with all sorts of magic applied to it, that’s what I understood from what the store manager said. But, I didn’t feel any magic or anything?

“hmm….”

It seemed like a difficult question for even the store manager to answer easily. He told her to think about it and decided to feed the succubus some medicine first. He opened the package, picked up two pills, and quietly looked down at the succubus. How do I feed this to her… .

Oh, I don’t know. I’ll finish quickly and go to the checkout counter.

I just put one pill in each of my lips with my finger. I never thought my first skinship with a woman’s lips would be like this.

The succubus, who had been absent-minded, swallowed the two pills in her mouth and began to moan softly. She immediately reported this to the store manager.

“I gave the guest some medicine, but does this really cure the curse?”

[ It’ll get better, um… strictly speaking… rather than a curse, it’s more of an occupational disease? ]

What the hell is this? Treating occupational diseases with medicine?

[ That succubus, doesn’t she look like a fresh graduate? ]

When I heard him and looked at him, it did seem that way. The suit he was wearing didn’t look expensive, and the briefcase he was carrying looked like it had been bought new.

The store manager’s explanation continued, and there were many differences from the image I had.

First of all, the image of a succubus that I have is roughly this. A succubus who plants false love in people through charm and fascination, then makes love to them and uses that as her power.

The succubi of this world were not much different, but their methods were incredibly sound. That is, this race of succubi was engaged in all industries where the emotion called ‘love’ was involved.

For example, you could join a pharmaceutical company and develop drugs that increase or decrease the feeling of love, become a psychiatrist and give advice on love, or work for a condom manufacturing company.

As long as it’s within the legal scope. I had a guess, but I asked anyway.

“why?”

The store manager answered as he had guessed.

[ That’s how succubi are originally. ]

That was because it was a racial trait.

And in the case of this socially fresh succubus, the manager guessed that she was not drunk, but rather had been over-infused with magical power while working at the place she had been hired.

[There’s a pharmaceutical company nearby. Could you be an employee there?]

“I guess there have been cases like this before.”

[ Yeah. It was last month, a succubus came in naked and asked for two planks, a rope, and a magic wand. I wanted to send it quickly, so I sold them to her, but she wrote ‘hug me’ on both sides of the planks and left wearing it on her body. ]

“… … .”

[ The police took him away . ]

It sounds like I might receive such guests soon. I should be careful, but how can I be careful? I can’t stop guests from coming.

[ … Ah. Just in case, Chan-i-du, try using the checkup machine on your body. ]

“me too?”

[ Yeah. The thing about that succubus girl now is that she was contagious back then too? To several people. ]

I immediately used the body scanner. The LCD did not flash purple, but it did not show any reaction. To be exact, it started beeping as if it was an alarm. I was suddenly scared and asked.

“Manager, can you hear me?”

[ Yeah, I can hear you. ]

“What about this case?”

[There are two cases. The first is that there is no magic at all. In this case, it is extremely dangerous and you should go to the hospital immediately. However, Chan-i is from another world, so I don’t think that will be a problem… ]

From my perspective, the store manager is from another world. The store manager continued to speak.

[Second, the meter doesn’t work because of resistance magic.]

As I didn’t know what to do, I waited quietly for the store manager to speak. The store manager, who seemed to be thinking about it for a while, suddenly spoke.

[ Chan-i… seems like he doesn’t have a body that magic can work on. ]

“No, what are you talking about?”