I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

Honestly, I was beyond relieved that I didn’t need to use the bathroom at that moment.

Because the instant Morte pointed his finger at me, my entire body almost gave out on the spot.

That was probably Death Finger, Morte’s signature technique for executing weaker targets.

A blast of will-infused mana, designed to rupture the victim’s heart in an instant.

Technically, it wasn’t even a real spell.

It was just a concentrated mass of mana fired at supersonic speeds—faster than sound itself.

If Raven hadn’t intervened, I wouldn’t have even had time to blink before dying.

But the sheer level of life-threatening danger I felt just from making eye contact with Morte...

That was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

First Akashmir, and now this.

The Septenary Guard of the Liberation Army...

Every single one of them was absurdly dangerous.