I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

Crash!

A werewolf, bound tightly with a rope, was shoved headfirst into a trash can.

In that state, even if it woke up midway, it wouldn’t be able to escape on its own.

And since I had confiscated its terminal, it was safe to say that this one was completely out of commission for the rest of the night.

That made eleven.

The total number of werewolves I had subdued.

“Phew, I’ve still got plenty of energy. I’ve really come a long way.”

In the past, I would have started running low on telekinetic stamina by now.

Subduing a werewolf required cutting off its breath with considerable force.

Even though they seemed like nothing more than minor lackeys, dealing with them took more effort than expected.

But maybe my time spent in Raven’s reinforced training chamber paid off.

My output, endurance, and range had all increased dramatically.