Convenience Store Worker From Another World Chapter 80

Episode 80. This is a mess, not a convenience store (3)

I really didn’t know what to do, so I just left it under the counter as lost property.

I thought that whenever I thought of it, I would come looking for it. It was a whopping 500,000 won. With that money, I could buy 25 boxes of ramen?

However, he did not come during the early morning hours, and there were no elderly people among the office workers who came after the sun rose. I looked around from time to time to see if there were any elderly people among the customers… .

I threw it away. I didn’t have time to care at all.

“Please give me a pair of heels.”

“Uh… Sorry. They’re all sold out.”

“Then… just one pack of Purple.”

“That one is all sold out.”

“No, how can it be that the convenience store is sold out of cigarettes?”

Apart from the margin, half of convenience store sales come from cigarettes. It’s hard to find a place that sells cigarettes other than convenience stores.

So this reaction is understandable. It’s possible, but what do you want me to do when they’re all sold out? Why don’t you pick a few dry leaves from outside and roll them up? On the back of the paper?

People say that when they keep repeating like a parrot that they don’t have cigarettes and hear things like, “Why aren’t there any cigarettes at the convenience store?”, they become really tired and indifferent. It costs 500,000 won and it’s all over the place, so they’ll just go and get it sometime…

Either way, I didn’t want to think about it anymore today, and after 9 o’clock, I didn’t even look at the money. I absentmindedly counted cigarettes and filled up the inventory―

“Chan-ah, I’m here… huh?”

The store manager came at 9:50. When he entered the store, he looked at the cigarette display case and tilted his head, then looked at my face and tilted his head twice and asked,

“Did something happen today?”

It made me feel a bit sad that the store manager would say, “Today too,” so naturally. My life, where I can’t feel any discomfort, seems like nothing…

“It wasn’t anything special, there were just a lot of customers.”

After the fortune was broken, the handover began. At night, the skeleton soldiers stole all the cigarettes, and an old man stole all the store gift cards. I think I need to restock the inventory.

“And, the old man who took everything also left behind something.”

When I took out 500,000 won from under the counter and put it on, the store manager, who had been staring blankly, told me what he thought.

“It seems like it would be a difficult amount to lose….”

“There’s a story behind this.”

I helped her use the gift card, and I didn’t take the gift she offered me as a reward. Then she asked if I could at least read her face instead of giving her money.

The store manager immediately asked me if anything came to mind at this point.

“What about that elder’s race?”

“I don’t know what race he was. He seemed very old, and he was wearing tracksuits—”

“Oh, I see. That person must be the land god.”

“yes?”

What the hell is this land spirit? Are you saying I received a reception last night?

“Well, I mean, it’s not like he’s really God, um… .”

After speaking and thinking carefully about his words, he asked me back, “What was there before this downtown area became a downtown area?”

“Well… wouldn’t the ox have been driving the cart? He must have been farming.”

“Yeah, they were the wizards who made the farming successful back then. With magic.”

They are magicians who specialize in farming-related magic that helps crops ripen well or solves droughts, and the local residents who lived nearby gave them the title of land god as a show of gratitude.

It wasn’t just a title, most of them were also given a piece of land as a gift. It could be seen as a kind of honorary position.

“But why is someone who uses magic like that in the city? If you went to the countryside to farm, you’d probably become an idol.”

“They need to retire too. They can’t work their whole lives.”

“aha.”

“There are also people who have no reason to work any longer.”

Of course, that would be the case. You said you received land in this neighborhood decades ago, and now this is downtown. The land price must have gone up as much as the number of buildings and structures that are being built.

Knowing this, it was not hard to imagine that the old man would soon become a heavy spender on gacha games. I also knew very well that he wouldn’t care about the money at all… .

I also know that I can use it however I want without any problems.

“Still, I think it would be good to keep processing lost and found items.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. It still bothers me.”

I’ve been working since I graduated from high school, and I’ve only received what I worked for. This is my first time receiving money like this, so I have no idea how to handle it.

“If possible, I would like the store manager to keep it for me. I’m afraid I might use it later without knowing.”

“I don’t mind, but… how much?”

“Wouldn’t it be okay if it was about a month? If you don’t come by then, well… you can use it to buy us food.”

“Hey, why are you paying for this meal with this? I should buy it.”

“Anyway, I guess I have to write it anyway.”

“Then Chan, use it to pay the rent.”

“I already paid it?”

After a brief debate on this topic, we decided that if anything came up, I would take care of it myself. With the money settled, the next thing to worry about was…

“I told you that he read my face. Is that at least somewhat credible?”

Before I heard the store manager’s explanation, I thought it was just an interesting story. But, he’s a god. It’s only a title, but anyway.

“What did you say?”

“He said I was going through a lot of trouble.”

“What next?”

“He said that everything would work out well, and that it was because I was blessed… .”

I also told you to cherish the little things. Now that I think about it, it’s all just vague things. The store manager must have felt the same way, so he’s been making inferences rather than explaining.

“Everyone has a different standard for what they consider a big deal. In my case, if I miss the bus, it’s a big deal.”

“You’re so humble.”

“In the case of that land god, losing a game of baduk would be a big deal. Of course, I don’t think he would have said that without thinking about it… .”

The store manager’s conclusion is that something big will happen by my standards. I don’t know for sure, but I think something big will happen…

Maybe it was because I stayed up all night, but my mind didn’t work well when I tried to recall it. The only thing that came to mind was a deal, and that was hearing the landlord tell me to vacate the room.

* * *

I woke up at night and went to work, and something big was wrong with me.

“Oh, Chan came early.”

“Yes, but… .”

In front of the store manager who greeted him brightly, a customer with sharp eyes was standing. He was wearing a black coat and had pale skin, and he was a gentleman I had met a few times. So, his name was―

“Do you have something on my face?”

Decard. The vampire who supervised my certification exam. I know who he is, but why is he here?

“I came here to deliver the certificate.”

As if it was written on my face, he blurted it out and took out a notebook-like thing from the front pocket of his coat and handed it to me. The cover had a large six-pointed star engraved on it, and above it was written ‘National Qualification Certificate.’

“I remember telling you that you would receive it within a few days… .”

“I remember. I’m doing it, but I thought this would come by courier.”

This gentleman said ‘delivery’ with his own mouth. So of course I thought it was a courier service. Besides, is there any common sense in which a supervisor personally delivers a certificate of completion?

“I happened to have some business nearby.”

I don’t know what the professor has to do around here.

“This person has been waiting here for 30 minutes.”

The store manager who had been watching from behind sneaked in. This guy, it seems like he came here with the intention of seeing my double-crossing board one more time, using the certificate as an excuse. The reason is, he must be trying to make up for the professorship offer he left off with back then… .

The supervisor furrowed his eyebrows slightly at the store manager’s words. He seemed to want to pretend not to know. After a while, he sighed softly and waved his license again.

“So. Are you going to take it or not?”

“Ah. Please give it to me.”

I received it and opened it up, and the internal layout was quite simple. The first page had precautions, the second page had my name and photo, and the photo seemed to be the same one the store manager had attached to my convenience store resume…

In addition, the qualification number and qualification type are written down, and after this, there are many pages, but they are all blank. What kind of structure is this? Was it written with magic ink?

“Do you have any questions?”

“Can I show this as identification when I go to a bar?”

The supervisor looked very sorry when he heard this, but it was an important issue to me. I can’t stay an illegal immigrant without an ID forever.

“It is possible.”

“Yes. And what about the blank pieces of paper on the back? What are they for?”

“These are the places you need to fill from now on.”

What are you saying? My adventure is just beginning.

The supervisor must have felt that his words were ambiguous, so he rolled up his sleeves, checked his watch, and added.

“There’s still some time left before work begins, so I’ll finish telling you what I wanted to say before I go.”

Then, without giving me a chance to refuse, the supervisor went to the table and took a seat.

But it’s 9:55 now. I think it would be more comfortable to change shifts now and listen to the conversation at the counter… .

“I’ll be here a little longer and then I’ll go, so listen carefully and come back.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I don’t think it’ll take long, and I feel more comfortable this way.”

“… I’ll listen quickly and come back.”

Soon, I won’t be able to buy the store manager a meal, but I’ll have to buy him a set of beers. As soon as I sat down next to the supervisor, the supervisor opened his mouth.

“First of all, first message. As of now, you are a counter-magic expert.”

“uh….”

“congratulations.”

It’s good that you did it, but why did you make it a congratulatory message? Did someone force you to do it?

“The next message is about what you should do and how you should do it.”

When I heard him speak in a businesslike tone, the content was something like this.

From this point on, assuming there are no legal issues, I can do whatever I want with anti-magic. It doesn’t matter if it’s Hunter work or civilian work.

Of course, this is assuming that I have a client who will entrust me with work.

“You may have passed the practical and written exams with the highest score, but… from an outsider’s perspective, you’re just a rookie with only four days of experience.”

“It seems like everyone is only looking for career positions.”

“Generally speaking, most people who obtain qualifications start their careers through connections in the industry they were previously working in.”

Everyone says they use acquaintances to get the job, but the only people I know are my older sister and the store manager. Listening to this, I feel like it was a stroke of luck that the store manager gave me the warehouse job.

“Or, it can be supplemented through policy.”

“Policy?”

“This is a story about those who have just graduated from the academy and have just become adults, and those of different races. In their case, there is a policy where existing license holders take on the role of shooters. It is a policy that has rarely been implemented due to the small number of people.”

There is no specific age limit, and they are going to introduce this policy to me. In other words, one anti-magic expert will act as my guardian… .

“By any chance, who is the shooter following me?”

“I’m leaving.”

Wow, that old man is really clever… .