I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

With his ruggedly handsome features, sculpted muscles like a marble statue, and status as a top-ranked fixer, Victor was a star among his peers.

In the bounty hunting world, he boasted a near 90% success rate—a fixer of trust and reliability, holding the prestigious title of a “Double Number Fixer.”

In the past, his reputation as the “Mage Killer” stemmed from his ability to eliminate dangerous spellcasters who could tilt the tide of battle.

Now, however, drenched from head to toe and wearing only a bathrobe, he found himself reduced to being mistaken as a weirdo.

Victor forced a grin, enduring the throbbing pain in his forehead as he thought:

That attack... A few more of those, and my skull might actually crack like a watermelon. Being able to unleash magic like that without an incantation? She’s a ridiculous monster.

The sheer power hidden within the Ghost made even someone like him feel uneasy.

True, Victor had rushed out mid-bath, armed with nothing but a borrowed grappling gun.

But even so, as an enhanced human, his body surpassed ordinary humans in every way—nerves, muscles, and bones.

He could shrug off bullets with mere scratches and lift cars with his bare hands.

And yet, the Ghost was firing off magic so powerful it made even him feel vulnerable.

If she had a capable bodyguard backing her up, her potential would be overwhelming. It seemed like a waste for someone like her to remain hidden in the underworld.