Zero Hour Romance 22

Mortality rate: #1.

Overwork rate: #1.

Resignation rate: #1.

The United Space Forces' most elite unit, the Genius Strike Force.

Into that place, a rookie guide named 'Ahn Doyun' volunteers without a shred of fear.

'Please describe your reason for applying to the Genius Strike Force (within 500 characters).'

— Because they pay well.

Before anyone could even finish being baffled by that brazen answer —

From day one of enlistment, Doyun makes a spectacular debut.

Unauthorized absence after lights out, unauthorized removal of military supplies, assault of a superior officer, summons to the disciplinary committee...

In response, the commanding officer of the Genius Strike Force, 'Odin Quaid,' considers discharging the new recruit. But then an astonishing result appears before his eyes.

「Odin Quaid (S) — Ahn Doyun (S): Match Rate 97%」

The one and only guide to appear before Odin, who has never once surpassed a 50% match rate since his awakening.

Perhaps that's why. Odin decided to accept it.

He cannot be cold toward this new recruit.

On the contrary, for the very first time in his life, his principles and composure were crumbling again and again.

* * *

"You."

Odin let out a self-deprecating scoff.

"...have zero sense of atmosphere."

He pulled at the Natamar tribal cloth that had been hanging loosely over his shoulder. The cloth that had been covering his lower half slipped away, leaving him completely nude.

"No consideration for others, either."

His grievances toward Doyun came pouring out one after another. He lifted Doyun's face up.

"You have a talent for making people feel like absolute shit."

Doyun's pitch-black pupils dilated. It was obvious he was flustered by the completely unexpected sight before him, visibly struggling not to let his gaze drop downward.

"Are all people from Earth like you?"