Got Dumped and Became a Nerf Ability User

**Episode 20: She Who Doesn’t Miss a Mistake (1)**

**[Baek Harin SIDE]**

In a dark place where you can’t see ahead unless you turn on the lights.

A deep cave, reminiscent of a dungeon, enveloped in darkness.

This place doesn’t allow even a single ray of light.

Even though I can’t see ahead, my instinct tells me that I’ve entered a dark place.

This intensely dark area is underground.

I came directly underground after briefly parting ways with Shiwoo.

We didn’t really separate.

I just distanced myself for a moment.

It was a mistake.

I didn’t want to be apart from him for even a single moment.

The official underground of the association goes down to the 4th basement floor.

It’s all made up of parking lots.

… But where I am is not an official place.

I can’t see ahead, so I don’t know how many floors below ground I am.

However, I can feel that the air is different, indicating that it’s incredibly deep.

This space is not one given by the Association President.

It’s a mistake.

It’s a space I found by coincidence like a bug in a game from my mistake.

This happened exactly one week after I arrived at the association.

I inserted my ID card in the slot to interact with the elevator to get to the 51st floor.

But instead of the elevator going up, it started rapidly going down.

It was a mistake.

I accidentally pressed the down button instead of the button for the elevator outside, trying to reach the 51st floor.

For the first time, I realized I was at least 10 floors underground, perhaps even deeper—20 floors.

30 floors.

40 floors.

50 floors.

And down to the 51st basement floor.

That’s when I first came here.

It’s a fantastic elevator magic.

Who created this deep underground space?

It doesn’t matter to me.

I don’t need to know about the original owner of this underground space.

What matters is why this deep underground space exists.

That was the most important part for me.

But even with the passage of time, I couldn’t find out why this space exists.

Is it because I can’t see?

Or is it because I don’t have eyes?

I wasted time trying to figure that out.

It was my first mistake after coming to the association.

.. Now it all seems meaningless.

Returning to the present, here I create my ‘milk’ that I’ve specifically modified.

My milk means the milk I made.

If you thought it meant something else, please be careful on the night roads.

I might come looking for you?

Anyway, you might be curious about why I started modifying and producing this.

The reason I’ve kept improving this comes from the pleasure of my first experience.

When I first came to the underground, I found a box in the corner containing a narcotic anesthetic called ‘propofol.’

It seems the previous user enjoyed this substance as well.

But my instinct told me that the box was almost full.

There are two reasons for that.

Either they enjoyed it not long ago, or they couldn’t overcome the fatal flaw of the drug.

Now that I think about it, the latter seems more accurate.

At that time, I was overflowing with confidence as the association repeatedly favored me as an S-class healer.

But overflowing confidence can easily turn into arrogance.

Like a newly rich person who won the lottery in the countryside and feels no fear, I carelessly picked a bottle from the box.

After all, the contents of the box are all the same.

I picked up a syringe from inside and filled it with the liquid from the vial.

Realizing I had overfilled it as the liquid spilled over, I set the vial down on the ground.

Then, I positioned the syringe needle into my vein.

The vein I chose was the one in my neck.

I inserted the syringe needle directly into my neck.

The sensation of the needle piercing and entering my skin was communicated to me.

New money can sometimes consume recklessly and return to their original state.

That’s to say, living without thought can lead to a serious consequence.

Inserting a needle into my neck was clearly my mistake.

It wasn’t a mistake to inject a needle into a vulnerability like the neck of a human.

At that moment, the real mistake was injecting any random drug into my body without knowing what it was.

As the needle penetrated further, it felt like my body wanted to reject the liquid.

But the more my body resisted, the more the needle dug in, forcing all the liquid into my vein.

I slowly pulled the syringe out.

It felt like a drug that had long been left in my body was going crazy inside me.

My blood vessels seemed to scream.

I’ve always had poor vision, but here it felt even darker.

It felt like I was invited to a dreamy realm.

The first sensation I felt was confusion.

I never imagined that S-class body would be affected like this.

Well, I am treated as a healer station with no combat abilities within the association.

I felt warm liquid flowing from my neck.

From the smell and temperature, it seemed like my blood.

I tried to stop the bleeding.

But even after I tried to stop it, blood kept leaking through my fingers, pooling.

I shouldn’t use healing abilities unless I’m in a place allowed by the association.

It’s okay to secretly use them when no one is watching.

However, since this space also doesn’t have any observers, I used my healing ability without hesitation.

Rather than saying I used it, it would be more accurate to say I unleashed the ability until my magical power ran out.

I don’t know if it was due to the drug or excessive use of magical power, but I passed out right then and there.

After waking up from my faint, I took a vial from the box in the corner and brought it to a nearby university hospital.

When I asked them what it was, I learned that the drug I had consumed was the narcotic anesthetic, propofol.

Side effects too.

Then a nurse from the anesthesiology department asked where I got it from, didn’t she?

I explained that I work as an S-class hunter and that I took it from a bad guy’s base, and she fell for it right away.

I lack the qualification and ability to be called a hunter.

Anyway, the liquid I’m currently modifying is designed to allow one to take a shallow breath and keep their heart beating even after falling into sleep due to the anesthesia of propofol.

It’s done by mixing this liquid with the white liquid form of propofol.

Once the improved propofol is filled into a bottle, it’s truly finished.

Tomorrow I have to investigate a major guild that has always been present.

To stay close to Shiwoo, I took urgent measures and went up to the 50th floor, my office, with the bottle of the drug.

Thinking back, I almost got caught with my syringe in the elevator where I met Shiwoo last time.

After transferring the drug in this bottle into the syringe I brought from my office, I put the syringe in the pocket of my coat.

And I made sure to grab an extra bottle for good measure.

Now all the preparations are complete.

At 4 AM the next day.

In this late hour when everyone who should sleep is asleep, I arrived at the 8th floor of the association building, the audit department.

My target is assistant manager Kim.

As far as I know, he is working overtime today and won’t return home.

He probably has a long commute, so when he works overtime, he always stays overnight at the company.

He must be very tired.

It’s hard to sleep at the office.

I know better than anyone.

Assistant manager Kim has been auditing other guilds with me usually.

I’m always involved in anything that comes up.

Our job is to check whether the guild is engaging in undesirable activities.

We also conduct internal safety inspections.

If we find that a guild is engaging in underhanded activities, we must stop it.

To prevent this country from being corrupted by hunter-centric underhanded actions…

It’s not for the same reasons as preventing corruption.

I don’t personally step in to conduct audits for such reasons.

If they fatten themselves through underhanded actions,

my underworld shrinks, doesn’t it?

Anyway, it’s time to make assistant manager Kim comfortable.

Making someone comfortable is something a healer should do.

As soon as I entered the audit department office, I heard a loud snoring sound.

Sure enough, assistant manager Kim appeared to be sleeping soundly on the sofa in the office.

I quietly opened the duty room door, took out the syringe, and held it backward.

If you’re a doctor who saves lives, you should be able to use at least a syringe.

Even if I can’t see at all ahead of me.

Without hesitation, I inserted the syringe needle into assistant manager Kim’s arm vein.

Despite that, he didn’t wake up.

This specially modified propofol doesn’t cause someone to stop breathing or have a heartbeat, but when the substance is first injected, it has side effects of amplifying its effects several times over.

However, if I take care of him, even a first-time user can wake up early.

But assistant manager Kim shouldn’t be taken care of.

Because if he’s not unconscious…

I lose my excuse to go on a date with Shiwoo.

So this level of sacrifice is only natural.

He will be processed as an officially recognized sick leave.

Perhaps assistant manager Kim will be grateful to me on some level?

Because I let him take a day off as an officially recognized sick leave, I feel no guilt.

In fact, he will feel refreshed when he wakes up from the anesthesia.

So……

Sweet dreams, assistant manager Kim.