As a desperate measure, I installed a vending machine in front of the store.
To be precise, it is a vending machine that operates manually. The plastic box has a single button on it, but nothing inside.
On the front, a large sign was written with âFree coffeeâ and âEnjoy your mealâ. When a customer pressed the button, I was going to quickly make a coffee mix and put it on the table.
But so far, not a single person has pressed the button.
Not a single person!
Yesterday, only some Hunter Guild employees passed by this place. I watched nervously as they found the (manual) coffee vending machine.
âOh, free coffee! Do you want to try it?
âNever mind. All of those things are given by phone pal as bait.â
âOh really?â
âTheyâre trying to convince you to buy a 2 million won phone on a 36-month installment plan for a cup of coffee mix.â
âHul.â
No, itâs not an action done by phone pal. My phone is 3 years old, and I feel like itâs 6 years old already because of the regression.
I donât sell phones, so can you just have a cup of coffee?
âIf I said that, would it be suspicious?â
âMeooooong. What kind of words are that!â
Instead, after they left, I posted a large sign in front of the (manual) coffee vending machine that read âNot a phone pal.â
However, there was no one passing by in front of the store again.
It was one day when I was doing the quest sluggishly.
In the meantime, the store has become quite plausible. The cleaning was finished, and the coffee machine worked without any problems. The old but cozy interior reminded me of my grandmotherâs old days.
At least I wonât be misunderstood as a phone pal anymore.
But the only recipes I have is Coffee MixâŚ.
⌠Gulp.
I drank the last coffee mix of the day. When I poured everything into my mouth, a quest notification popped up.
[Brew 100 cups of Coffee Mix: 25/100]
There is still a long way to go until 100 cups.
The coffee mix is very delicious, this fantastic sweet and soft taste is fantastic, but âŚ. now I want to drink another menu.
âYou donât have to be in such a hurry.â
said Mieum, who sprawled over a fluffy cushion. Maybe she liked the cushion because I heard a loud groan.
âDidnât you say you wanted to rest? Sometimes itâs important to relax. Meow.â
I heard another sermon from the cat.
Surely I want a life where I work less and rest a lot. Thatâs the reason why I want to open a cafe here. There is no such thing as a desire to work hard.
ButâŚ.
[Brew 100 cups of Coffee Mix: 25/100]
The quest window flickered in front of me.
I canât even complete the tutorial quest at once. This soul of the impatient K-gamer cried. How dare I fall asleep leaving behind a quest that I havenât finished yet?!
No, of course I donât. Even if I close my eyes and lie down, itâs normal for me to think, âOh, I need to level up at a time like this!â.
I was in the middle of thinking that.
Bang! Dang! Tangtang!
âMyaaoo. Whatâs going on?â
Suddenly a loud noise came from outside. Surprised Mieum jumped up from the cushion and raised her fur. What the hell is going on?
It was already time when darkness fell all around. There was only one cat next to me that was busy licking cereal crumbs a moment ago.
I was scared, but I looked outside carefully.
Someone was lying in front of the store.
âUgh ⌠Heuk, UghâŚ.â
I also heard this mysterious groan. Should I ignore it and report it to the police?
No, wait ⌠is it a person?
A person who also looks very tired and exhausted.
As soon as I saw that tired figure, a certain thought ran through my head.
Itâs a perfect subject tto test my coffee.
Moreover, the clothes she was wearing were familiar to my eyes. It is the uniform of the Dungeon Management Official for general public officials. What is this, a government employee whoâs tired of working overtime?
It was worth knowing the situation. Before returning to the past, after suffering from overtime work, I saw that outfit the most on my way home on the last train.
âHey, are you okay?â
âUghâŚ.â
âCome inside for a second.â
âItâs fine ⌠I just fell down because I was exhausted. Iâm going toâŚ..â
âNo, take a break for a minute. Okay?â
She refused and I almost half-forced the person who was about to go into the chair.
âThank youâŚ.â
As I expected, she was a general public official of the Dungeon Management. In other words, among civil servants working in dungeon management, sheâs an ordinary people, not Hunters.
Dungeon management sounds good, but the reality is that it is a tough position to clean up the mess of civil servant hunters. To put it in another way, itâs the civil servantsâ hell and civil servantsâ graves. What was the retirement rate within a yearâŚ.
The public official, who introduced herself as Kim Jina, widened her eyes at how hard she had suffered. I used to be like that. I felt pity because it reminded me of myself before the regression.
âCafe in My Hand.â
I made a cup of coffee mix. It has the effect of speeding up the recovery, so I hoped this poor official would drink and feel refreshed.
âHave a drink.â
âOh, you even gave me coffee. Thank you.â
Jina took the paper cup and gulped it down. The tired expression became a little more relaxed. At that moment, I naturally smiled when I saw the number in the quest windows go up.
âWould you like another cup?â
âNo, I canât be so much trouble.âŚ.â
âItâs just a coffee mix, huh. Here, have some more.â
Another cup, one moreâŚ.
When I made her drink three cups in a row, Jinaâs face seemed to have been relieved of fatigue.
I bowed my head and looked at the back that was leaving.
âMeooong, why do you look like that?â
âThere is such a thing.â
âWhat is that!â
âItâs something that only humans can understand.â
âWaeeong!â
I had a thought while avoiding Mieumâs front paws.
âI wish she would come again.â
Of course, itâs important to fill in the number of quests. Before that, I was worried when I saw that staggering stepâŚ.
Umh, is this what you call a bonding between a public servant and a (former) corporate slave?
***
âAs expected, I knew my daughter could do it.â
It was good when she passed the civil service exam after a year.
Her mother was thrilled as if Jina had become a genius. She had a hard time trying to stop her mother from hanging a placard in the neighborhood. If she didnât do it, placards saying âKim Jina passed the civil service examâ would have been hung all over the neighborhood.
Kim Jina has been interested in dungeon since she was young. An unknown treasure trove, this mysterious space given by the âsystemâ. There was no better place than this to ignite her enthusiasm for learning.
Because of this, she applied for the Dungeon Management Office, that everyone else said was difficult. Although the interview pass rate was low, Jina memorized the Dungeon Management Regulations and the ecological survey report of the great dungeon Abyss. She passed right away.
Finally, she achieved her dream to work at Dungeon Management Office.
However, what unfolded before Jinaâs eyes was hell. She realized with her own body why the Dungeon Management Office is called the hell and grave of civil servants.
It wasnât just a matter of having a lot of workload. If she had been busy with dungeon management and research, Jina would have been happy. The joy of doing what she loves must have been greater than the hardship felt by her body.
But Jinaâs main job is to assist the Hunter belonging to the Dungeon Management Office.
The word âassistâ sounds good to hear, but what it actually meant was to please and serve.
All of the Hunters were overbearing and arbitrary, but the civil servant Hunters were even worse.
Although they received a high salary that could not be compared with Jina, they were often annoyed when they were told what they were supposed to do.
It was normal that they couldnât be contacted during working hours since ignoring ordinary people like her is their daily routine. They even made her do small errands.
When she coordinated those hunters to plan a dungeon attack, it was also common for a fight to happen.
How can I work with someone who hasnât awakenedâŚ..!
The fantasy of the Dungeon Management Office was thrown into the trash can on the third day of work, and within a week of work, Jina became a Hunter hater.
She only wanted to resign, but when she remembered her motherâs happy face when she passed her exam, she couldnât help it.
âAs expected, my daughter, your mother knew youâd make it.â
âMom, if your daughter stays like this ⌠I think sheâs going to break that Hunterâs head.â
Even that day, Jina was trudging toward her house late at night.
This is because the Hunter in charge handed over the preparation of the tutorial dungeon to Jina. He said simple management tasks are not his business or something like that. Of course, it was nonsense, but Jina had no power.
âWhatâs the big deal about a civil servant who canât get into the Hunter Guild because his grade isnât good enough? If you were a capable hunter, no, even if you were a D-class, you can go to the Hunter Guild, yet youâre here and asked me to do what you called a simple management task? Youâre just trying to eat it raw!â
She wanted to shoot him like this, but she couldnât even say a word in front of him. She had a timid personality, and even though he was an E-class Hunter, he was strong and scary.
Finally, she was on the way home after finishing all the work that was delayed until late. Suddenly, her body staggered as she stepped on the stone that was rolling on the road.
âUghâŚ.â
She really want to quit. She wish she could hit that hunter before resigning.
She didnât have the strength to get up, so she slumped down on the road and a yellow light flashed in front of her.
At first, Jina thought she was dreaming. Finally, after being overworked, did she start to hallucinate?
Perhaps she died from overwork, and this is the entrance to the underworld.
First of all, even though itâs a downtown in Seoul, there canât be a store with such a warm atmosphere on Dungeon Gate 3rd Street.
However, a calm voice called out to Jina, who had fallen.
âHey, are you okay?â
A woman with a brooding atmosphere was looking worriedly at Jina. She said she was the owner of the cafe in this corner.
Somehow, she went inside as the cafe owner led her and received a cup of coffee to drink.
The coffee mix, which she doesnât usually drink, was surprisingly delicious. The sweet taste and soft scent seemed to melt her heart, so she ended up drinking three cups.
After drinking coffee and complaining for a while, the stress was relieved a little.
âYeah, itâll be fine tomorrow. Â No matter what happens, itâs not my fault!â
Thinking so, Jina returned home with a lighter step.
Even so, in the next morning.
Uh ⌠? I woke up?
Normally, it would take five alarms to wake her up, but she woke up at once. Moreover, what is this power that springs up naturally?
The chronic fatigue that had always bothered Jina was completely gone.
She had no headache, and her body was as light as flying. Itâs been a long time since she has felt this sense.
âHow did this happen?â
Suddenly, Jina thought of the coffee mix she drank yesterday.
Itâs a ridiculous idea, but ⌠perhaps itâs the power of the coffee.