I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

I leapt out the window, landing softly on the ground below.

And immediately, a sharp, splitting pain surged through my head, forcing a silent scream out of me.

It felt like the agony you’d experience after overworking your muscles to the extreme and then trying to lift something heavy—my body was screaming in rebellion. The backlash from pushing my telekinesis to its absolute limit had hit me.

“Ugh... I really overdid it this time...”

Looking back, my actions were ridiculous.

I had raced through the streets, tearing through nearly hundreds of pseudo-zombies. I couldn’t even count the ghouls and vampires I’d brought down with my bare hands. Not to mention, I had pushed Drakel, the mastermind behind this entire incident, to the brink of death.

Compared to my usual usage of telekinesis—tiny bursts here and there—I’d drained myself to the point where it felt like I’d scraped the bottom of the barrel.

“How am I supposed to get home like this...?”

Leaning against a wall to steady myself, I found myself faced with a troubling dilemma.

Using any more telekinesis was out of the question. If I pushed myself any further, I was certain I’d collapse right here and now.

Which left the question—how was I supposed to get back home without it?

“What? All the zombie heads I worked so hard to collect just disappeared!”