There was this one girl who stood out from the rest.
Not because of her beauty or anything like that—but because her presence was so pitifully weak that even the teacher didn't notice she was in the class.
Honestly, her presence was so faint it bordered on supernatural.
If this were a fantasy or spy world, she'd make an excellent assassin and might make
Agent 47 and James Bond a run for the money.
I couldn't help but think—I might actually be able to fix her problem.
If her condition really is due to some supernatural phenomenon related to this world, then it's well within my ability to handle.
After all, in this world, I hold partial authority of the Creator God.
That means I can recreate and remove flaws in anything that already exists in this world but can't create something that's not of this world using this world.
But I don't like meddling in other people's business unnecessarily.
I don't even know her.
If we somehow get to know each other, then maybe I'll step in to help.
And you know what? I'm more of an assassin myself.
Thanks to the anonymous effect of my talent, even my presence—and my powers—become untraceable and untrackable meaning Even if use magic and it leaves magical residue nobody would be able to trace me using it.
There are just too many ways to make use of my talents.
If I tried to come up with every possibility on my own, I'd never get anything done.
That's why I rely on Raphael.
Whenever a problem arises, Raphael lists out all possible solutions and applications of my abilities, filtered for efficiency and precision.
Still, it feels awkward for me to talk to Raphael.
After all, it's not an independent AI like in the anime—it's my subconscious.
So whenever I'm talking to Raphael, it feels like I'm just… talking to myself.
I always wanted an AI friend, but Absolute Existence won't allow an a.i or something like that inside me.
That's why I both love and hate this effect of my talent.
On the bright side, if I want to know anything, Raphael can directly feed the information into my consciousness.
No delay, no explanations, no words—just perfect understanding, instantly.
Unlike Rimuru, I don't even need to ask.
It's convenient for sure but it lacks something that makes it the Raphael I know.
After classes, I headed to the student council room. There is no one yet inside . As I sat down in my chair, in walked the student famously nicknamed the Cancer of Earth—Fujiwara Chika.
I've known her for quite some time, and honestly, it's impossible to figure out what goes on in her mind. Most of the time she looks like a total airhead, but then suddenly she becomes surprisingly sharp. Combine that with her chaotic personality, and you can see why she ended up with such a nickname.
Chika: "Aleeeex~ kun! There you are! How were your spring holidays? Did you go somewhere fun? Did you eat something yummy? Did you maybe… sneak off on a secret date without telling me?!"
She leaned in dramatically, eyes sparkling with curiosity, like she was interrogating a criminal but in the cutest way possible.
Chika's eyes practically turned into twin spotlights as she reached out, her hands trembling with excitement.
Chika: "S-sugoiiii…!! Alex-kun's biceps are so big and solid!"
She squeezed my arm like she'd just discovered a rare treasure.
Chika: "It's like… like touching a perfectly sculpted marble statue—but warm!!"
Her face lit up with sparkles as if she'd just unlocked a hidden stage in a game.
Chika: "I can't stop touching it! This is unfair, Alex-kun, you're supposed to be the princely type, not a super buff shounen protagonist!!"
I froze, my eyes widening as Chika clung to my buffed-up arm.
Alex (inner monologue): Wait… what?! This is impossible! I cast a cognitive manipulation specifically so no one would notice my physical changes. Even Kaguya, the so-called heroine, brushed right past them without a blink. Yet… Chika Fujiwara, of all people, not only noticed—but is fangirling over it?!
I swallowed nervously, staring at her sparkling eyes.
Alex (inner monologue): Don't tell me… is it true what the rumors say? That she's actually some kind of cosmic horror in disguise—like a fragment of Cthulhu itself?! That would explain her resistance to my cognitive disorder… and maybe even her chaotic personality…
Meanwhile, Chika just kept poking his bicep, giggling.
Chika: "Heehee~ Alex-kun, are you secretly a JoJo character now?!"
I could only break into a cold sweat.
Alex (inner monologue): Crap. Crap. Crap. Did I just get exposed… by Chika Fujiwara of all people?!.Damn it, I need to redirect her before she says something outrageous in front of the others. If she keeps this up, people might actually notice through my cognitive disorder. Time to use the ultimate technique—distraction via budget manipulation.
Alex cleared his throat, forcing a calm smile.
Alex: "Speaking of which, Fujiwara-san… I was just reviewing the student council funds, and it seems your beloved Game Club has some leftover budget requests. If I approve a little extra… say, enough for a brand-new console and a karaoke machine… would that interest you?"
Chika's eyes immediately lit up like fireworks.
Chika: "EHHHHH~?! Really?! You're the BEST, Alex-kun!! Forget muscles, you're my angel!!"
Just like that, she abandoned his bicep and started bouncing around the room in pure joy, humming her own victory fanfare.
Alex (inner monologue, sighing in relief): Crisis averted… for now. Never underestimate the power of fiscal bribery.