The Jangsan Tiger is a Convenience Store Slave
There was one woman and two men... It was obvious they were students.
But why were these guys so boldly trying to buy cigarettes and alcohol...?
“I left my ID at home, so can you just give it to me? They look younger than us...”
The body... This guy's shell. It was convenient to choose the appearance of a young girl, but there are always bastards who ignore it like this.
If it were the old days, I would have sent these guys to the King of Hell with just my paw, but now I could only smile helplessly.
It wouldn't do to have a story of three students being torn apart and killed in the convenience store plastered all over the newspaper.
“I'm sorry, but we can't sell without an ID.”
I said it in a flat tone without even a sorry expression on my face.
I wished these guys would just leave quietly, but they didn't.
“You really don't understand what I'm saying....!”
The man facing me widened his eyes.
Male beasts are arrogant in front of females regardless of species, or perhaps because my body looks like this, they underestimate me.
Either way, both seemed correct.
“If you continue, I'll report to the police.”
At the word 'police', the man flinched a bit, but soon glared at me again.
“If you're going to report, go ahead!”
Haa~ Now this is troublesome.
I took out my smartphone and slowly dialed a number.
1....1.... What was the next number again...? 9? No, that was when someone was injured or there was a fire. Ah, right, it was 2!
I showed them the smartphone with 112 pressed.
“Go, go report!”
Turu turu... turu turu...
A transmission sound came from the smartphone attached to my ear.
[Yes, this is 112.]
“This is a convenience store near a high school on the left side of Jangsan. There's a minor trying to buy alcohol and cigarettes.”
[Understood. I'll dispatch now.]
The pupils of those guys who asked me for alcohol and cigarettes were trembling.
They probably thought I wouldn't really call the police.
“Shit, run!”
Watching them run out of the convenience store like a deer being chased by a tiger, I smiled victoriously.
After removing the smartphone from my ear, the screen was still showing 112 pressed.
There was no record of calling 112 in the call history.
Of course. I hadn't called 112 in the first place.
The call sound from earlier and the police voice were all my own voice.
Originally used to lure humans, but it was perfect for chasing humans away too.
“Since there's an hour until shift change, how about playing on the phone.”
The reason I became a convenience store slave in Jangsan as the Mountain Lord was because of this smartphone, but I became a body that couldn't live without this smartphone either.
There are thousands of functions on the smartphone, but there was something I had to check.
'Wetube', which turns everything in the world into video form. I started by uploading videos to Wetube to gain recognition, saying that if I get recognition from uploading videos, I can throw away the slave life at the convenience store, but...
3,000 subscribers.
The comments were flooded with malicious comments.
Compared to the value of sacrificing a precious weekend, the price was unbearably painful.
My 'Sanbeom's Voice Mimicry' channel is in a state like a thatched house on the verge of collapse.
“No, if the pitch is perfect, just praise it. What do you mean it's not voice mimicry!”
But I couldn't reply with voice mimicry because of my pride.
The Mountain Lord doesn't bully prey, never competes with prey.
The only way for me to win is to upload a more perfect voice mimicry video so that these damn comments don't show up.
However, my voice mimicry skill has already reached its peak. Not only human voices, but I've lured people by making sounds like flowing streams near thirsty people, and swallowed spectators by imitating the sound of swords clashing.
Honestly, I don't know what more I can do here.
“The Jangsan Tiger, are you leaving now? Take the garbage with you.”
“Okay.”
I stuffed triangular kimbap and other drinks into my hoodie pocket.
“I'm sleepy from working all night. Go home and sleep.”
The middle-aged store owner waved at me as I came out of the convenience store.
I didn't look back and waved my hand over my shoulder.
I was thinking of going home like this, but sleep didn't come as the store owner said.
Sleep is an action that living creatures take to endure the night when their pheromones become thick. For me, who was already a pheromone lump, it was an action with no effect.
“Before going home, I should meet Baek-ho hyung and vent.”
And the place I was heading was some high-rise building.
It was quite far from Jangsan, so I had to transfer public transportation several times.
“What can I help you with?”
“Baek-ho hyung... I mean, Kang Baek-ho. I came to meet him.”
The receptionist's kind smile looked a bit flustered.
“Wh, what business do you have with the mayor?”
This receptionist's seemed not to underestimate me as young like before. In the past, when I mentioned 'Kang Baek-ho', they immediately kicked me out.
“It's not really a business, I just wanted to meet after a long time.”
“.... ....”
The receptionist couldn't continue speaking.
The receptionist, who was a position like a current official in the old days, would have been at a loss to know that I was close to such a person.
“I'm sorry. The mayor is busy and can't see you on a whim.”
It seemed he didn't think I was special, but half-crazy.
I took out my smartphone and started sending messages to find Kang Baek-ho's contact.
- Hyung, are you free?
- Free now, why?
- I'm under the city hall right now.
- If you want to come, tell me in advance. Wait, I'll come down.
After a while, the elevator door opened.
A burly man who didn't look like he was in his 40s came out of the elevator.
Actually, since he's not really 40, it doesn't matter.
“Jangsan Tiger, get in.”
I looked at the receptionist and got into the elevator.
The receptionist's expression looked like she realized I was a ghost.
Entering the mayor's office, Baek-ho hyung poured me makgeolli.
“Baek-ho hyung, thank you as always.”
I downed the makgeolli and said.
“Don't call me hyung like that. It's giving me the creeps.”
Hmm... Well, my body now looks like a young female middle schooler, so calling me hyung might feel weird from the other person's perspective.
“Then should I call you oppa?”
“Just call me hyung. When others hear it, I'll explain it well.”
Calling oppa was something I couldn't do.
“So what brought you here today?”
Baek-ho hyung asked while pouring makgeolli into his cup too.
“The Wetuber I mentioned last time isn't working well. You said with my voice mimicry skill I could reach 1 million, but I can't even reach 10,000.”
I sighed and started complaining about my situation.
“I can't even live as a human, and I want to go back to living in Jangsan like before.”
Baek-ho hyung silently listened to my complaining.
“I'm a divine beast too, why would I do such things. If I show my appearance wrong in this era, even Western vampires will hear about it...”
Baek-ho hyung also sighed a lot following me.
“Still, hyung is using his abilities and becoming the mayor... What can I do? I can only trick people with my voice.”
Baek-ho hyung thought for a moment, then his eyes sparkled as if something came to mind.
“Among my acquaintances... there was a guy who makes animations. Recently, he contacted me saying he needs a female voice actress. He said he needs someone who can perfectly do two different voices.”
“Voice actress... What is that?”
“Voice actress. It's a job where you act with just your voice. It's the perfect job for you.”
For regular acting, a gumiho would do much better, but no one could follow me who lures and eats humans with voice in the deep parts of Jangsan.
“Do you have the contact for that person?!”
Baek-ho hyung readily gave me the contact.
On the way out, I met eyes with the receptionist again.
The receptionist was looking at me like a tiger as if she had realized my true identity.
After returning home, I delayed contacting that person and connected to Wetube.
Since that person's life wouldn't be as free as mine, I decided to contact during lunch time between 12 and 1, then entrusted the flow of consciousness beyond the Wulundowon to the Wetube algorithm.
“Huh? Voice Mimicry Contest?”
A post caught my eye that a Wetuber with 400,000 subscribers was holding a voice mimicry contest for content.
“First prize is 5 chicken gift cards! Of course I have to participate!”
I uploaded a few videos from my channel to the board.
But these were videos that got heavily scolded for being fake, so maybe this Wetuber would think the same, so I uploaded one more voice mimicry video.
It was the Wetuber's own voice mimicry...!
The script said 'The winner of this voice mimicry contest is this person!' so they would feel my desperation.
I uploaded the last video to the board and contacted the person Baek-ho hyung told me about.