I Became an Enforcer of the Birth Rate Management Bureau
"I finally passed!!!!!!!!"
The cheer filled every corner of my tiny studio apartment. I shot up from my chair, thrusting both arms toward the ceiling.
I rubbed my eyes again and again, but the result refused to change.
Pass. It was real.
"Wow, this is insane..."
My fingertips wouldn't stop trembling.
Three attempts. Three whole years of doing nothing but studying.
While my friends escaped Academy City to date and live freely, I stayed glued to my desk, wrestling with workbooks.
My only hobby was watching streams from my favorite VTuber, Lacia.
I had never once set foot outside Academy City. Minors were required to live and study there, so leaving was impossible, but even after becoming an adult I kept my head buried in books.
This was the result.
A World Government civil servant—the most popular job on the planet.
High salary. Massive authority. And above all, overwhelming stability.
It was a dream workplace that always ranked at the very top of the marriage information company's preferred occupation list.
"My life is finally set..."
Honestly, I nearly cried.
Every time I failed over those three years, I told my friends I was fine. But I wasn't. Not even close.
Still, I had passed. That was enough.
A few days later, I headed to the World Government headquarters for new civil servant orientation.
A name tag was pinned to my chest.
Hanul
My name as a brand-new civil servant.
At the same time, it marked the historic moment I finally stepped out of Academy City and into the wider world.
"Whoa..."
The exclamation slipped out before I could stop it.
Every single building was overwhelming.
Academy City had been impressive, but the heart of the World Government carried an entirely different weight.
Just looking at the people walking down the corridors told me everything. High-ranking officials in crisp suits, decorated military officers, directors of agencies I only knew from the news—they all passed by like it was nothing.
I instinctively straightened my back. The last thing I wanted was to make a mistake on my very first day.
The orientation hall was the same. Every new recruit wore a tense expression, and I was no exception.
Right in the middle of the lecture, a woman approached me.
"Excuse me, you're Hanul, correct?"
She was a young woman in sharp office attire. Neat features, impeccable posture. She clearly wasn't an ordinary employee.
"Ah, yes. That's me."
"Could you come with me for a moment?"
"...Me?"
"Yes."
She offered no explanation, and the atmosphere didn't exactly invite refusal. Had I done something wrong on my first day? I frantically searched my memory from the past week but came up empty, so I followed her quietly.
The problem was how far we walked. We passed hallway after hallway, cleared multiple security checkpoints, even switched elevators before finally arriving.
"This is the place."
When she opened the door, I stepped inside cautiously.
The office was spacious. A middle-aged man sat at the far end.
Sharp, military-like features. Even sitting still, he radiated pressure.
I bowed reflexively.
"New civil servant Hanul, reporting."
"Sit."
His voice was deep and heavy. I lowered myself onto the sofa, nerves stretched tight. Cold sweat broke out as I worried I might have failed to recognize someone important.
But the man got straight to the point.
"I have a proposal for you."
"A... proposal, sir?"
"The World Government recently created a new department."
He slid a document across the desk. Bold letters stood out on the cover.
"...Excuse me?"
I doubted my own eyes.
Birth Rate Management Bureau? I'd never heard of it.
"It's only natural you wouldn't know. It hasn't been publicly announced yet."
The middle-aged man spoke calmly.
"We intend to recruit you as one of the department's inaugural members."
"Me?"
"Correct."
"But I'm just a brand-new recruit..."
"I'm aware."
He pulled out another sheet and waved my physical examination report.
"The reason we selected you is simple."
His gaze locked onto me.
"Your physical results showed the highest compatibility rating of any candidate we've tested so far."
"...Compatibility?"
"The choice is yours, of course."
He said it was my choice, but it didn't feel like one at all.
"Just a moment."
I looked at the documents again. No matter how many times I read them, they refused to make sense.
"You're giving a new recruit authority equivalent to a 1st Class Civil Servant?"
"Correct."
"Even the salary?"
"Correct."
They always say there's no such thing as a free lunch. The Director saw my expression and let out a small chuckle.
"A natural reaction."
He stood and turned toward the window that overlooked the entire government complex.
"The current global birth rate is 0.1."
His calm voice continued.
"The worst figure in human history."
I already knew that. It was on the news every single day—the most critical issue facing the world.
"I originally worked in a different department."
The Director kept speaking.
"I can't disclose the exact details of my previous career."
Something told me it was better not to ask.
"However, the government places great value on my intuition."
"Intuition?"
"It's difficult to explain, but..."
The Director looked at me.
"I am almost never wrong when a truly important decision needs to be made."
It sounded like some kind of superpower. In this world, that wasn't particularly strange.
"That is why the government placed me in charge of the Birth Rate Management Bureau."
His voice was firm.
"And I have chosen you."
The office fell silent.
"Why me, specifically?"
"Because I believe you are the right person for the job."
There was no hesitation in the Director's eyes.
"We must solve a crisis facing all of humanity. It isn't about the high salary or the power. Will you join me in resolving a global catastrophe?"
Honestly, I felt a surge of emotion in that moment.
For three years I had studied only for a stable life. Yet here was something far greater.
Work that would matter to the entire world.
Something that had to be done by someone.
"...I'll do it."
I finally nodded.
A faint smile touched the Director's lips.
"Wise choice."
Exactly one week later.
"Wait a second."
I stared at the ceiling.
"Something about this feels very wrong."
"Hm? No need to worry! The theory is flawless."
"No, this is definitely not okay. Mmph?!"
A pure white laboratory stretched out before me. Wires and devices covered my entire body while researchers bustled around.
I definitely remembered signing the contract.
But now that I thought about it, there had been one problem.
I hadn't read the contract all the way to the end.
Who would've thought there was a body modification consent form in there... I had no idea!!
Anyway, all the procedures were complete, and the results appeared to be a resounding success.
"Congratulations!"
The researcher beamed.
"The highest compatibility rating in history. It even surpasses the theory I originally proposed."
I awkwardly raised my hand. A spark of blue electricity crackled from my fingertips.
Crackle.
"...Oh."
It was actually pretty cool.
The first ability I gained was the power to freely emit electricity. The best part was the fine control—I could even send electrical signals that influenced emotions.
The second was the Super Sperm specially engineered to solve the birth rate crisis, guaranteeing a one hundred percent pregnancy rate.
The researcher looked especially pleased about this part.
"Perfect! I never expected results this good. At this level of compatibility it's practically viral. Any woman who receives vaginal ejaculation from you won't be able to use contraception at all!"
From what I understood, the Super Sperm was immune to genetic diseases and possessed such absurd viability that once fertilization occurred, no form of contraception could stop it.
The researcher handed me another set of documents. I read them slowly.
Position: Enforcer
Rank:1st Class Civil Servant
"It's real..."
I muttered in disbelief.
A new recruit who barely passed after three attempts. Yet the moment I came to my senses, I had become a superhuman.
Not only that, but a 1st Class Civil Servant serving as an Enforcer for the mysterious Birth Rate Management Bureau.
The first mission came sooner than expected.
In fact, I wasn't even given time to figure out what I was supposed to do.
"The first target has already been selected."
The Director handed me a single document.
"Already?"
"Of course."
"What are the selection criteria?"
The Director answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"My intuition."
"...Pardon?"
"It's the target you'll find most satisfying. I personally reviewed every possible candidate, so I'm certain you'll be pleased."
Honestly, none of it made sense. Choosing targets by gut feeling was weird enough, but the part about it being someone I'd be satisfied with was even stranger.
Still, from what I'd seen, the Director's intuition was unnervingly accurate. At the point where a brand-new recruit had become a 1st Class Civil Servant, common sense had already gone out the window.
"You'll understand once you meet her."
The Director gave me a meaningful smile.
Several hours later, I stood in front of an apartment building.
In my hand was my Birth Rate Management Bureau Enforcer ID. In my pocket rested the Master Key, special equipment issued to Enforcers.
I still had no idea how it worked, but it could bypass nearly any lock. Was it really okay to hand something like this to a civil servant...?
"Still, I should at least ring the bell."
I was a conscientious civil servant.
...Probably.
Ding-dong.
I pressed the doorbell and waited.
Forcing the lock would be an absolute last resort.
After a moment, I heard the lock click.
The door opened.
"...Huh?"
I lost the ability to speak.
The woman who opened the door was so beautiful it felt unfair.
Long hair, features anyone would envy—she stood before me in nothing but pajamas.
"P-please, come in."
The real problem came next.
When I instinctively glanced inside, my eyes locked onto something familiar.
The desk. The monitor. The camera, lighting equipment, and broadcasting gear. Even the full-tracking rig hastily shoved into a corner.
"...?"
Most people would have simply thought she was a streamer.
But I wasn't most people.
Because I had never missed a single stream from one specific VTuber.
The desk and room layout looked too familiar. I had watched her broadcasts every day and interacted with her constantly. I remembered every detail.
It matched Lacia's streaming room perfectly.
"Um..."
"Yes?"
"By any chance..."
My heart hammered wildly.
No way. There was no way.
"Are you Lacia?"
The woman's face instantly turned scarlet.
Ah.
That reaction alone was all the confirmation I needed.
"T-that's..."
"It's really you?"
"No..."
"It is, isn't it?"
"Ugh..."
She covered her face with both hands like a secret she could never reveal had just been exposed.
"Yes..."
A tiny voice escaped from behind her hands.
"I am Lacia..."
"..."
"..."
Silence settled between us.
Inside my head, fireworks were exploding.
The Director was a god.
How could he possibly assign my favorite VTuber as my very first mission?
"Um..."
Lacia spoke carefully, voice trembling.
"Eep... I didn't think you'd recognize me... I mean, I'm sorry!"
"What? Ah, no—actually I'm a huge fan of yours...! I'm sorry for recognizing you!"
And so, my first official mission delivered the highest possible satisfaction before it had even truly begun...