Don't Pick Up the Male Lead in the Apocalypse - Chapter 15
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The asshole was taking a shower in the bathroom, and I was in the middle of the living room, pressing the towel against my wet hair.
‘Hunter, Bell Fairy…’
Mechanically wringing out the towel wrapped around my head, I mulled over the awakening process that had occurred during the day.
Recalling the reviews I had read, Hunters in this world were broadly divided into Physical Class and Non-Physical Class Hunters.
Physical Class Hunters referred to those who excelled in handling specific weapons or whose bodies were enhanced, while Non-Physical Class Hunters were the rest. They mainly included those who wielded magic or possessed psychic abilities.
‘So, where do I fit in?’
Although it was a class name I had never heard before, nonetheless, I had indeed awakened as a Hunter today.
‘Then, I must have acquired some ability that fits my class.’
However, I couldn’t find any noticeable changes. Inspecting my arms and legs, they seemed just as flimsy as before, not appearing to be physically enhanced in any way.
Wondering if I might have gained the ability to manipulate mana, I tried to gather strength from my core and pull it up, but nothing came of it.
So, what is it then?
“……”
Really… is that it?
To be honest, there was one thing I suspected might be the case, but I was dreadfully reluctant to try it.
But what choice did I have? I was the unlucky person who had ended up in a survival novel without any preparation.
I was desperate for even a minor ability. So, I stopped wringing my wet hair and rummaged through my leather bag.
-Ding.
The object in my hand was the bell that had come with me into the novel. The handbell I used to shake while wearing my red padding.
‘Since my class name is Bell Fairy, this must be my weapon.’
“Hiyah!!”
“Yahhhh!”
“Ha!”
“……”
Hmm.
I mimed the motion of stabbing and slashing at an imaginary opponent with the bell in my right hand, but nothing happened.
So, this isn’t it either.
Ah… So, is it really that?
As much as I wanted to deny it, the hidden class I had acquired was Bell Fairy. Fairy… a fairy, seriously.
Hoping it wasn’t true, yet I raised the arm holding the bell high.
If it were a fairy or a magical girl’s chant, it should have a refreshing vibe, right?
“Sha…”
I stopped midway and looked around.
That was a close call.
There was no sign of the man; he must still be in the shower.
The coast is definitely clear.
Relaxing my stiff body and facial muscles, I raised the bell again.
“Shalalang~”
Is that not it?
“Pyororong~”
Perhaps the activation of a magical girl’s power requires more than just a chant? Of course, I needed to add adorable expressions and detailed gestures…
Having decided on the motions, expressions, and path, I spun around in a circle and came to a stop, then shouted the chant bashfully and loudly.
“Shalalang~ Bell Fairy, power! On!”
And then, reality hit me.
Sigh…
What am I even doing? Do I really need to go this far?
As I stood motionless in the middle of the living room, overwhelmed by my sudden realization, I felt someone’s gaze from behind.
I slowly turned around, thinking “Sh*t, it can’t be,” and found the man standing there shirtless, a towel draped over his shoulder.
His expression seemed to wish he could return to the past before he had witnessed my performance. Precisely, it was a realization hit twice as hard as the one I had just experienced.
He looked around with a subtly furrowed brow.
“I really don’t want to come near you.”
“……”
“I’d tell someone else to give you medicine if there was anyone, but there isn’t.”
Yikes.
“Well, since my class name is Bell, uh, Fairy… I thought maybe doing this would…?”
“You’re not just adding ‘Fairy’ to ‘Bell’ yourself, are you? That seemed like a very proactive expression for something forced.”
“No, it’s not like that!”
“I sincerely hope so.”
“Just leave me alone when I’m practicing! Get out of the way”
I’m the type whose words get harsher when I’m embarrassed.
At my demand to leave, the man gazing at me raised his hand high and, making a “Shalalang~ Poof!” sound, turned and left.
Sh*t.
