Troublemakers with Troublemakers?
Troublemakers.
They were an essential element that no convenience store could avoid.
Back in ancient times, if convenience stores existed.
Troublemakers were right there with them.
If there were history books for convenience stores, they'd probably start with something like that.
Troublemakers were just standard-issue accessories that came with the job.
Even before I started working at this store, I'd met every kind of weirdo out there.
The uncle who puked all over the shelves after getting wasted.
The student who cursed me out when I asked for ID.
The auntie who chucked a 10-won coin at the register when I asked for the 50-won bag fee.
The spectrum of troublemakers was as vast and deep as the universe.
And it wasn't much different here in Taepyeong City.
Though there were races like elves who just wouldn't listen. Most could be handled without much fuss.
Troublemakers have levels?
This anonymous user sharing tips for dealing with them claimed they did.
The rage pouring off that post made me chuckle.
Just like sharing boss strategies in an RPG.
This community's all about swapping troublemaker countermeasures.
Half the posts are about troublemakers, so yeah.
Seemed like the troublemaker density here beat Earth's convenience stores.
I replied to the anonymous user.
I thought of Priella, who'd visited our store.
The one wailing for barters.
Self-proclaimed queen, so probably crazy strong.
Yeah, likely.
Calming that elf queen for just 1,500 won?
Bargain, maybe?
I thanked the user for the troublemaker list.
Way more helpful than I expected.
Not just daily chit-chat—they share troublemaker lists too.
Looked like I'd be leaning on this community a lot.
Lying in bed, I pored over the shared troublemaker lists and level-specific cases from the gallery.
A brown-bearded dwarf shuffled in.
His face was beet red—already knocking back drinks in the morning, huh.
"Got beer?"
"Yes, sir. Over in the refrigerated section..."
"Not ale. Lager."
"That's what they have in the refrigerated section, sorted by type."
"Can't even look at ale packaging. Bring it to me."
Drunk dwarf.
Level 2 Trouble.
I'd wondered at first why they called it a 'weak point.'
Hearing that shit made my blood boil, choked me up.
"Then check the far corner of the refrigerated section. Lagers and ales are separated for easy browsing."
"...Fine."
Still, lay out the fix like the guide said, and he listened.
That must be why it's just Level 2.
Just as the dwarf headed to the back of the refrigerated section.
"Heeeyyy~."
A succubus, wasted out of her mind, wagged her tail as she approached the counter.
Her booze breath hit like a truck—been partying all night.
"Looking for something?"
"Oh? Male clerk? Usually the lady owner's here~."
She sidled up to the counter, reeking of alcohol.
"Hey, handsome clerk. Got time? Wanna grab a drink outside?"
"Sorry, on the clock. What do you need?"
"Tch. Too bad~."
Don't fall for the 'handsome' line and follow her.
I already knew what happened to guys who gave in to a pretty succubus's charms.
Especially a blackout-drunk succubus—they don't stop at one suck; they drain you till you die. Unless you're into dying happy, don't touch.
Drunk succubus: Level 3 Trouble to watch for.
Guide said ignore 'em cold, ring up their stuff, done.
One wrong glance at those tits, and...
"Hehe, my boobs are so pretty though~."
Yeah, gotta keep that warning burned in my brain.
That's when this lewd succubus was swishing her tail, flirting hard.
Thud.
"Hey, checkout."
The dwarf plunked his shopping basket on the counter, all casual.
He cut in line while tipsy, and I caught the succubus clicking her tongue softly.
Nice one, dwarf customer.
Is this what they call 'using like to cure like'?
Troublemaker chasing out troublemaker.
"Cash or card?"
"Card. No cash."
"Got it."
I took the card and rang him up.
"Quit hitting on guys in a store like this—go to a bar, bitch."
While I processed, the dwarf glared at the succubus and barked.
"One E-Zone."
Her flirty vibe was gone, voice flat.
"4,500 won."
"Hmph!"
Pissed her seduction flopped, she snorted, paid for her smokes, and stormed out.
"Phew, close call."
Without that dwarf uncle, I might not have resisted those tits.
King-sized.
They were huge...
Slap!
Snap out of it, you idiot.
Almost fell for it and still zoning out.
The customers cleared out, things quieted down.
Clank, clank.
A massive guy in pitch-black full plate armor from head to toe stepped in.
Every step dropped black aura splattering the floor—dangerous vibe anyone could spot.
Not hot in there?
Full iron set plus helmet in this weather.
Couldn't even see his face inside.
He lumbered through the aisles with that intimidating bulk, hit the bread corner, and swept armfuls of bread bags.
Oh, shit.
I know that look.
Saw it in the gallery.
One of the Level 5 villains.
Infamous named boss.
The Demon King bread hoarder who buys in bulk, rages if no Demon King Legion Commander sticker, crazy Demon King simp.
Only strat: hope for the Demon King Legion Commander sticker.
If not...
Priority one: calm him down somehow.
I recalled the gallery warnings and waited.
The blacklisted Death Knight approached the counter.
"Checkout, human."
His grim voice echoed as he dumped twenty Demon King breads.
Beep, beep, beep.
Rang 'em up, done.
Right there, the Death Knight tore into the bags like a maniac.
Riiip!
"Grr... slime again? Pathetic junk."
He yanked out just the stickers, checked, tossed intact breads on the counter.
Twenty bags shredded to hell.
Red glow flashed furious from his helmet slits.
Of course.
All mob stickers, no jackpot.
From a part-timer's view? Screwed.
"Why seven slimes? Clerk, this rigged?"
"Uh, we just receive the stock—we wouldn't know."
"Refund demand."
"Pardon? You just tore 'em all open."
"Not a single 'Demon King Legion Commander sticker'! These are defective! Return my coin now!"
Bread scraps and plastic trash littered the counter.
The dark knight throwing a fit.
Killing intent made me flinch, but no backing down.
If I refunded, it'd dock my pay for sure.
"Sir, opened packaging can't be refunded for change of mind. New Demon King bread comes tomorrow, so wait for—"
"You dare mock me? Brazen after your scam!"
Shing!
The Death Knight drew a massive sword pulsing blue magic from his belt.
Lights flickered, fridge glass rattled wildly.
"How should I know? We sell what we get."
"No words!"
Fucked.
Totally fucked.
That's when.
"Clerk, here to repay yesterday's favor..."
A familiar voice.
"Huh? What's this mess?"
Priella.
My first troublemaker, the self-proclaimed elf queen.
Ah.
Already tough, now two pains in the ass.
She scowled at the sword-wielding Death Knight threatening me.
"Hey, put that sword away."
Killing intent laced her voice.