I created a foundation

Chapter 0014: A monthly salary of ! Welcome to join our Chunibyo Yorozuya!

With the official injection of the huge amount of royalties from Kasumigaoka Utaha, the makeshift "SCP Foundation" finally had the capital to move from concept to reality.

But the problem also followed.

The expansion of the organization brought with it a flood of chores. Setting up a shell company to conceal the truth required complex legal documents; purchasing training equipment and office supplies required dealing with various vendors; and even the most basic financial statements and daily cleaning required someone to be responsible.

Lin Qing naturally disdained to handle these matters personally. And his two core members also had their own shortcomings.

While Kasumigaoka Utaha may be intelligent, she's essentially a creator. Asking her to handle these tedious administrative tasks is like painting a wall with a top-notch brush—a sheer waste of talent. And Yotsuya Miko, the glorious employee number 001, might be useful in confronting those "anomalies," but asking her to interact with outsiders would likely lead to her passing out from nervousness.

So, one afternoon, when Kasumigaoka Utaha was scratching her black hair for the Nth time because of a complicated tax document, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the table.

"President! We must recruit a support staff!" she said in an unquestionable tone, "A hardworking, ordinary person who can handle all the chores so that we can focus on our core business!"

Lin Qing just smiled and nodded in agreement.

The highly motivated Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately demonstrated her potential as a "general manager." She logged onto Japan's largest recruitment website and posted a job posting for an "office assistant" under the name of a shell company called "Abnormal Phenomenon Consulting Firm."

The job description was extremely vague and broad - "responsible for handling daily documents, assisting superiors with pre-field preparations, maintaining the daily operation of the office," etc.

But in the salary column, she filled in a number with a domineering attitude that no job seeker could refuse.

Position: Office Assistant (Part-time)

[Salary: 50 yen per month, transportation expenses fully reimbursed, and project bonuses.]

Such ridiculously generous part-time job benefits were like a depth bomb dropped into a fish pond, instantly attracting countless resumes and almost overwhelming the firm's simple mailbox.

After screening hundreds of resumes, one of them caught the attention of both Lin Qing and Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Nanaami Aoyama, sixteen years old, a first-year student in Class C at Toyonosaki High School," Kasumigaoka Utaha read from her resume. "I came to Tokyo from Osaka on my own to pursue my dream of becoming a voice actress. I currently hold several jobs, having worked extensively at convenience stores, fast food restaurants, and family restaurants... I'm always known for being 'hardworking, energetic, and never complaining.'"

"That's her." Lin Qing looked at the photo of the girl with a ponytail and clear and determined eyes on the resume and made a decision. "Tell her to come for an interview tomorrow afternoon."

……

The next afternoon, Nanami Aoyama arrived at the address marked on the recruitment information with great nervousness and anticipation.

For this interview, she wore her only decent suit and meticulously combed her ponytail. A monthly salary of 500,000 yen was an astronomical sum for her. If she could get this job, she would no longer have to work three jobs, leaving her with more time and money to devote to her beloved voice acting career.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the office door.

The door opened, and the person who opened it was a senior student with waist-length black hair and an incredibly beautiful appearance.

When Nanami Aoyama was led into the empty office and saw her three interviewers, she felt her breath stop for half a second.

What kind of magical combination is this?

Sitting in the main seat was a handsome young man with black hair and dark eyes. He had a calm demeanor and a gentle smile on his face, but his deep eyes seemed to see through people's hearts, making her afraid to look directly at him. Without a doubt, he was the ultimate decision maker.

Sitting to his left was the beautiful senior student who had opened the door for him. She too was smiling, but that smile held a hint of seduction and scrutiny, like an elegant yet dangerous fox.

Sitting on the right was a very cute girl who looked about the same age as me. She seemed very nervous. From the moment I walked in, she kept her head down, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, and said nothing.

The atmosphere of the entire interview was filled with an indescribable, weird mixture of professionalism and childishness.

"Qingshan Nanami, is that right?" Lin Qing spoke first, breaking the silence. "We've reviewed your resume and it's excellent. So, let's get started."

The interview process was full of ambiguous questions that confused Aoyama Nanami.

"Excuse me, what do you think about the word 'abnormal'?" This is the question from Utaha Kasumigaoka.

"Uh..." Aoyama Nanami was stunned for a moment, thinking it was some kind of stressful interview, so she could only bite the bullet and answer, "I think 'abnormal' represents a challenge to the normal order, but it may also contain new opportunities..."

"Very good." Lin Qing nodded with satisfaction. "Then, if your job requires you to face some... unusual, even somewhat terrifying 'special clients', can you remain calm?"

"I... I will try my best!" Although Aoyama Nanami didn't understand what it meant specifically, she still answered loudly, showing her perseverance.

Finally, when Nanami Aoyama plucked up the courage to ask about the specific "business content" of the job, she received an even more vague answer.

Lin Qing pondered for a moment, then said in an enigmatic tone, "Our firm is dedicated to resolving...the special spiritual concerns of our clients that are unresolved in real life."

Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately added with a smile, "Yes. So, our work may sometimes require a certain degree of 'role-playing,' such as donning specific costumes, impersonating the desired character in the client's mind, and conducting on-the-ground 'scenario research.' This requires employees to possess strong mental fortitude and a certain level of acting ability."

Yotsuya Miko, who was sitting next to them, cooperated very well at this time, nodding vigorously like a chick pecking at rice, as if to confirm the truth of their words.

Hearing this, there was a buzzing sound in Aoyama Nanami's mind, as if something was completely connected.

She understood! She understood completely!

So that’s it!

No wonder the salary is so high!

This so-called "agency" is actually a super high-end "jack of all trades" or "role-playing dispatch company" that serves top wealthy otakus!

Their so-called "special worries" are the chuunibyou fantasies of wealthy people! Their so-called "role-playing" is cosplaying as their favorite anime and game characters! Their so-called "field research" is accompanying them on pilgrimages to Akihabara or comic conventions!

It all makes sense!

Because the clients are wealthy, they're generous, so a monthly salary of 500,000 is reasonable. Because the work can be somewhat embarrassing and cheesy, it requires strong mental toughness and acting skills!

After figuring it all out, all the doubts and anxieties in Aoyama Nanami's heart disappeared.

Although it still sounds a bit weird and childish, it is a serious (probably?) job after all, and the salary is really too much!

For my dream of becoming a voice actor, for the monthly rent and living expenses, and to get rid of the dilemma of working three jobs as soon as possible!

A blazing fighting spirit burned in Aoyama Nanami's eyes.

She suddenly stood up from her chair, bowed deeply to the three interviewers, and said loudly in the most energetic and vibrant voice she could:

"I understand! Please rest assured! No matter what 'role' it is, I'm confident I can play it well! Please let me work here! I will definitely work very hard!"

She had no idea how ridiculous and misplaced her energetic declaration sounded to Lin Qing and the others.

She didn't even realize that from the moment she stepped through this door, her originally ordinary and hard-working life had stepped into a brand new world that was magnificent, bizarre, and full of life-threatening dangers.

Chapter 0015: Blonde twintails, bloody footage late at night!

The night, like thick ink that cannot be dissolved, enveloped the entire Tokyo.

In a quiet alley behind the bustling commercial district, a girl with blond twintails, Eriri Sawamura Spencer, sat alone on the cold steps. She was dressed in casual clothes, her signature, gorgeous blond hair tied back. Her expression was focused, and her pencil moved rapidly across her sketchbook, making a rustling sound.

The dim streetlights stretched her figure, casting it across the graffiti-covered wall. The intersection of light and shadow seemed to separate two worlds: one was the distant hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps; the other was the absolute loneliness that belonged to her alone at that moment.

As a renowned fan artist known throughout the anime community, Kashiwagi Eri enjoys the adoration of countless fans and a comfortable living in royalties. But beneath that glamorous exterior lies a heart obsessed with creation, a thirst for constant breakthroughs, and a lonely, often misunderstood heart.

The storyboard for her new script was stuck, and she needed inspiration, something that could break the mold, something more vivid and realistic. So, she came here, trying to capture the spark of creation from this forgotten corner of the city, filled with decadence and desolation.

A strange noise came from deep in the alley.

The sound was subtle, like a stray cat rummaging through a trash can, but it was also different. It was mixed with a slippery, sticky sound, like the rustling of flesh, and accompanied by waves of deliberately suppressed, teeth-grinding chewing sounds.

As an artist, her curiosity about details overwhelmed the girl's instinctive vigilance at this moment.

Ying Lili stopped writing, stood up quietly, and like an agile cat, she tiptoed and looked deep into the alley.

In the dim light of the street lamps, she saw a man in a suit, dressed like an ordinary office worker, kneeling at the end of the alley with his back to her. His body was twitching violently, his shoulders moving up and down unnaturally, as if he were enduring great pain, or performing some strange ritual.

Sudden illness? Or drunk?

Ying Lili frowned, and a moment of hesitation flashed through her mind, wondering whether she should go up and ask or call the police.

However, the next second.

She saw it.

She saw a scene from hell that would keep her from escaping from the nightmare for the rest of her life and that would completely shatter her entire worldview.

Without any warning, the man's head slowly and silently split open from the middle like a blood-red bud about to bloom!

Grayish-white brain matter mixed with scarlet blood, flowing down like melted ice cream. The cracked scalp and skull rolled to the sides, revealing no longer a human brain structure, but a frantically wriggling, indescribable, terrifying mouth composed of countless blood-red tentacles and sharp teeth!

"Squeak... squeak..."

The chewing sound came from this "blooming" head.

In Eriri's vision, which suddenly froze due to extreme fear, the horrible mouthparts gnawed and devoured the man's entire head, including the flesh and bones of his neck, with extremely high efficiency!

Immediately afterwards, those bloody tentacles began to reassemble, transform, and grow. In less than five seconds, they had transformed back into the head of that office worker! The skin, hair, facial features... everything was exactly the same as before, as if the bloody and horrific scene just now was just an illusion.

Except for those eyes.

The pair of eyes that had "grown" back no longer had any human emotions, only a reptilian, cold, empty, and evil silence.

The "man" slowly stood up.

It seemed to sense the prying gaze and turned its head away with stiff and hesitant movements.

Those inhuman eyes locked onto Eriri, who was hiding in the corner, her body stiff with fear, and she had forgotten even to breathe, with precision and without deviation.

"Got you……"

On the face of the office worker, the lips opened and closed, making a dry, distorted, inhuman sound that seemed to come from the underworld.

It took a few steps, slowly but surely, towards Eriri. Its footsteps were heavy, and each step felt like it was treading on Eriri's heart, making her feel like her chest was about to be crushed by the pressure.

Eriri's brain finally recovered from its shutdown state.

"what--!"

She let out the most shrill, ear-piercing scream of her life, her instinct for survival overriding everything else. She threw away her sketchbook and pencil, which she cherished like her life, turned around and ran desperately towards the alley entrance.

She never imagined that the physical strength she had built up to meet the deadline for the comic convention would one day be used in such a real escape for "survival."

The footsteps behind her followed slowly, like the most precise metronome, steady yet full of oppression, constantly tormenting her nerves that were about to collapse.

Her lungs burned like fire, and her legs felt sore and heavy from the buildup of lactic acid, but she didn't dare stop, not even for a second.

She rushed out of the alley frantically and turned onto a street with slightly brighter lights.