The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 1: Just an Everyday Café in an Everyday Town

"Just spit it out! What do you want? Have you managed to get my papers? If not... then sod off!"

"Well! Well! Well! What a warm welcome! Fufufu..." folding his fingers, the "guest" watched the bartender girl, and the player started to get more and more annoyed seeing that smug expression of his.

"But what a surprise! There are no patrons around. Well! Well! Well! And you are surprised? If you treat them like this, they will go away..." looking around, the man pointed towards the empty area, not one guest present — teasingly smiling all along. "By the way, did you know? That boy was a devil! Well, partly... you really keep all kind of people around!"

Under one month, she only gained a few regulars who came here day after day. One of them was that boy, Kiba. Naturally, a few more from his school also appeared here time to time — but mostly the fangirls who searched for the blond boy — in that case, she always had to hide him under the counter. It was quite unprofitable.

"Until they pay, and respect my property, they can be the dragon of end all I care... I care not where they come from."

"How enlightened from you! Kukuku! Just the kind of people my organization looking for! Are you sure you don't want to join? We have taco Tuesday!" the man raised his brow multiple times in an inviting motion, making the owner tick in annoyance.

"What do you want? Az?" she scowled annoyed, saying the name with disgust.

"It is Lord Azazel for you!" the fallen general smirked, visibly enjoying the teasing, and the player started to get more and more annoyed.

'Crack!' right away, several lamps and cup exploded, space and time started to distort around the two. Ghastly voices started to rise around the establishment as the fabric of reality contorted and twisted.

The fallen general started to feel as invisible hands approaching him behind, threatening him with annihilation if continuing his little game.

Being she was a psychic ability user — in another name an Esper — her powers reacted to her mental, and emotional state — just now destroying a few plates, cups, and making the wall crack.

"Easy there..."

Azazel felt he is walking on thin ice... in the current case, only a few items exploded, but if he is not careful, maybe it will be he, who will leave the establishment with a few parts less.

"Indeed, very interesting. The way her powers work..." he chuckled deep inside. "It is not magic, or anything similar. That's, I am sure... more like, she is affecting the wave of space-time directly. Like a computer code, manipulating, replacing and rewriting parts... Fufufu! Indeed, interesting! Even Father could hardly do this. Even with Sacred Gears, it is hardly doable. I wonder how she does it? A sacred gear I am unaware of? Or a power born with her? I want to find it out!"

Ever since Azazel managed to track her down, he was curious who, or what she was. Yet, even after a dozen days, coming here day after day, he was unable to find out.

In truth, only thanks to the unique radiation she left on the summoning site, inspecting the destroyed mountains, and checking the bank — where the human department of his organization kept most of their funds — he managed to track her down. Spending a great amount of effort and calling a few "favors" to do so. Seriously, without these small slips, he would have never found her.

"Do you want me to apologize, again?" he raised his brow inquired, watching the girl all along.

"That's the least..." she shrugged, rolling her eyes, then snapping her fingers.

Immediately, the exploded items started to puzzle themselves together, like time-reversed around them, climbing back to their place and fusing together perfectly. Even the wall repaired itself.