The cozy, warm atmosphere of the Fox Counseling Room.


    In front of the sign that read “Closed Today”, Ho Isa sat waiting for me at a table in what looked like a waiting room in a hallway.


    And the first thing I said after bowing respectfully and sitting across from him was—


    “I’d like to apply for workers’pensation.”


    “…Excuse me?”


    “Yes.”


    I confidently raised my empty right sleeve and set it on the table in front of him.


    “On my very first mission with the Disaster Management Agency, I was forced to cut off my arm.”


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    If Ho Isa had any memory at all, he would recall this:


    “You’ll be much morefortable.”


    The way he had introduced the spy department to me as a safer and more favorable position.


    Yet, after spending over six months grinding away in Baekilmong, extracting two A-grade solutions without losing a single limb—here I was, losing an arm within three days of officially bing an agent.


    ‘This is basically fraud.’


    Of course, I was prepared for the possibility that he’d try to spin it as “bad luck” or “your ownck of skill”….


    “Oh dear! Of course, we must take care of this immediately!”


    “…?!”


    Ho Isa’s face twisted in distress as he nodded earnestly.


    “You must have suffered greatly, Soleum-nim. So, what you require right now is Baekilmong Corporation’s regeneration potion?”


    “Exactly.”


    “Of course, I’d love to give you as much as you need right away, Soleum-nim. But… I wonder if you’ll be able to manage it.”


    “…Excuse me?”


    Ho Isa nced briefly at my empty sleeve.


    “If your arm suddenly grows back… you won’t have any excuse to give to the Disaster Management Agency. That could be quite inconvenient for you.”


    “……”


    “And surely, the Disaster Management Agency must have some kind of procedure for dealing with lost limbs. So why exactly do you need Baekilmong Corporation’s regeneration potion so urgently…?”


    As he rambled on with a concerned expression, he suddenly sped his hands together as if realizing something.


    “Ah, I must be overthinking. Of course, you must have a clever n in mind.”


    “Yes.”


    “……”


    “I think there’s been a misunderstanding in how I worded it.”


    I smiled slightly.


    “I’m not asking for the regeneration potion right now to use immediately and cause trouble for you, Director.”


    “Of course not! I never thought you were a bother, but then…?”


    “I need it so that the next time I lose a body part, I can restore it immediately.”


    “…!”


    “The Paranormal Disaster Management Agency operates on a one-agent-per-mission basis. That means I can simply use the potion before I even file my report after escaping a ghost story.”


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