Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C67

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After openly acknowledging his lack of power, Leon responded earnestly, "The anomaly created by the second choice is consumable—it’s not an inherent part of me. Once it’s used up, I’ll have nothing left. And it only works on targets that recognize the value of gold coins… Oh, do you remember those missions you had me pick from earlier?"

Blood rain that killed thousands of animals, a beast five meters tall, underwater seafolk, sandworms capable of hollowing out entire mountains…

Recalling the list of tasks the red-haired chief had provided, Leon sighed helplessly. "Almost none of the targets in those missions would accept gold coins. Only the seafolk might recognize gold, but they have their own currency and may not fully value gold coins. There’s no guarantee the second anomaly would even work.”

“Of course, I could follow Emma’s example and only take on missions I’m confident about, targeting enemies who respect gold coins. But if I misjudge, my strongest anomaly becomes useless.”

“On the other hand, the power gained from the third option truly belongs to me and will be effective in almost any situation. At the very least, it can help me survive or escape. Why wouldn’t I choose this?"

"…"

Seeing the red-haired chief calm down with a look of understanding, Leon hesitated before swallowing the most important reason he hadn’t yet voiced.

While the brain sits above, decisions often stem from where one’s seat lies. The chief herself might not realize it, but as the head of the Virgo Cleansing Bureau, her subconscious likely hoped for every agent to have distinct strengths, so she could assign specific people to solve specific problems.

But Leon’s perspective was different. Severely lacking in strength, what he needed most wasn’t future potential—it was immediate combat capability.

Though the third option was described as common, its prevalence proved it was versatile and effective for most situations, with a solid baseline utility. With the bureau’s nearly 10% annual death rate, choosing future potential over present power could mean being carried out in a body bag at any moment. Perhaps others who chose similar anomalies thought the same way.

...

"If you put it that way, the third option isn’t bad…"

Glancing at Leon, who seemed hesitant to speak further, the chief guessed at some of his unspoken thoughts and couldn’t help but purse her lips. "You’re really something… only sixteen or seventeen years old, yet you overthink everything, worrying about this and fearing that, unwilling to take any risks. You’re just like another Emma.”

“Sigh… If I’d known you’d turn out like this, I never should’ve let her mentor you."

Emma?

Leon chuckled softly at the mention of her name. Honestly, his greatest aspiration right now was to be like her—earning a high salary while watching over his younger siblings, safely coasting through life at the Cleansing Bureau.

"Chief, I don’t think you’re entirely right," Leon said with a smile, sensing the atmosphere had relaxed and knowing he’d successfully persuaded her. "Emma may be overly cautious, but that kind of caution is exactly what keeps people alive in the Cleansing Bureau, don’t you agree?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re all so smart."

Rolling her eyes at "Emma Jr.," the chief waved him off. "Go on, get out of here. In about a week, headquarters will deliver your new anomaly. If it doesn’t suit you, don’t come crying to me for a replacement."

Snapping her fingers toward the door, she used her hair to usher Leon out. As she reflected on his expressions during their discussion, she raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.

Tsk… Some people talk about caution, but their ambitions run high.

Her expectations for Leon were modest—to become an ordinary Level 1 Disaster Handler or perhaps an ace employee like Emma, capable of leading a branch. But Leon himself clearly had other plans.

He’d hesitated between the second and third options, but the moment he learned the second only worked against opponents below True God level, his resolve hardened instantly. He made his decision without hesitation.

Though he hadn’t explicitly stated it, he likely believed he’d continue growing, eventually facing True God-level entities. That explained his sudden disinterest in the second option.

A cautious person wouldn’t entertain such bold ambitions unless they had something hidden up their sleeve. Whatever secret Leon was keeping might be stronger than she’d imagined.

Leon, full of secrets…

Taking a swig of tea from her bottle, the chief leaned back in her chair, staring absently at the peeling ceiling above. Her expression grew complex as she mused:

So… are you planning to replace me as chief of the Virgo Cleansing Bureau? Or aiming even higher?

…..

"I’ll just have a baked potato."

Looking at the array of dishes on the cafeteria counter, Leon pointed eagerly at the dwindling pot of stewed beef after ordering his main course. "One serving of this, and a bowl of white bean soup."

"Got it."

Though no spring chicken, the cafeteria auntie’s hand was rock-steady. Her giant iron ladle plunged to the bottom of the pot, scooping up a heaping portion of stew. Not satisfied, she scraped extra onions and carrots from the sides, refilled it with more beef, and plopped it onto Leon’s tray with a resounding splash. Then, booming like thunder, she asked, "Anything else?"

"That’s enough, really. This is plenty."

Enough? My chickens eat more than this.

Eyeing Leon’s slender frame, the auntie frowned, hands on her hips. "Look at you, all skin and bones. People might think my cooking’s terrible. Stand right there. Another scoop for you."

Without waiting for a response, she dumped another generous ladleful of beef onto his tray. Watching Leon leave, visibly overwhelmed by her generosity, the burly woman clicked her tongue and lamented to the elderly man beside her, "Look at that boy—he’s handsome, but why doesn’t he have any meat on his bones? Such a waste of good looks… Hmm? Little Isha? Why are you eating so late today?"

"Ah… Same as last time…"

Hearing the auntie’s concerned inquiry, the female officer approaching with her tray sighed, eyes filled with frustration. "This morning, I caught some punk causing chaos everywhere. Turns out he had deep connections, so I had to let him go. I’ve been busy cleaning up ever since… Forget it, no use dwelling on it. I’ll have the usual—rice pudding, apple pie, and stewed beef."

"The beef’s running low…"

Glancing back at the pot, the auntie looked sheepish. "I saved some for you earlier, but you didn’t show up. Then this skinny kid came along, and I couldn’t resist giving him two extra scoops… How about fried pork chops instead?"

"Fine…"

Learning her beloved stewed beef was gone, the officer—who hadn’t eaten or drunk anything since morning and was utterly famished—felt her spirits plummet. Today was just not her day.

As she walked away with her plate of pork chops, she instinctively scanned the room to see who had taken her share. To her dismay, she spotted a familiar figure with a mountain of stewed beef piled high on their tray.

"Huh?..."

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