The silence in the hall didn't last long.
A heavy presence suddenly pressed down on the entire room, and instinctively, I looked up.
A massive man with long red hair stepped forward. His body was muscular, almost monstrous in proportion, and two dark horns curved from his forehead. His eyes were sharp, golden, and filled with ancient authority. The moment he moved, the other beings fell silent.
I didn't need anyone to tell me.
He was the boss here.
"Well," he said calmly, his deep voice echoing through the hall, "I did not know why those two selected you. Your stats barely meet the minimum. But since you are a new recruit from the human world, let us do our work properly."
He flicked a paper toward me.
I barely reacted in time and caught it awkwardly.
My hands were slightly shaking as I looked down.
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Recruitment Number: 157880060
Rating: 5.6 (Minimum required: 5.5)
Assessment: The person shows high signs of potentially betraying the organization.
My heart skipped.
I continued reading.
Strengths:
Hates repetitive, predictable fiction.
Dislikes crime and foolish plotlines.
Self-aware that beautiful and rich women would not fall for him due to lack of wealth or appearance.
My face slowly turned red.
They analyzed even that?
I clenched my jaw and continued.
Weaknesses:
Although he hates fanfiction logic, he secretly dreams of becoming a protagonist and living a carefree life.
"…Tch."
I looked up, embarrassed. A few beings were staring at me with expressions that clearly said, Pathetic human.
Before I could say anything, the slime from earlier wobbled slightly and spoke in a calm, almost polite tone.
"You can also agree that you are not qualified for this job, right? I advise you to leave."
A tall woman with cold eyes added, "Yes. Although you are human, we can send you back. You will remember nothing. Your life will continue normally."
For a moment, the offer tempted me.
Return home.
Forget all this madness.
Go back to my room.
But something inside me tightened and i took a deep breath.
"I want this job," I said firmly.
The hall went quiet.
"Oh? That is surprising," said a tall man with the head of a lion. His golden mane shimmered under the glowing symbols of the ceiling.
I frowned slightly. "Why do you think it's surprising?"
He chuckled softly. "Just experience. I have lived trillions of years."
My mouth went dry.
"Trillions…?"
My brain couldn't even process that number.
A white-haired woman with pointed ears stepped forward, her expression stern. "Enough. We do not have time for unnecessary discussion."
Her eyes locked onto mine.
"Listen carefully, child. Once you join us, you truly become one of us. But if you break the organization's guidelines, you will die. Not even a god will save you."
I swallowed hard.
The weight of her words pressed heavily on my chest.
"I agree," I said slowly. "I will take full responsibility. Even if I fail. But… can you tell me clearly what my job is? I only know that I will gain boundless power after completing tasks."
The red-haired man nodded.
"This organization was created by the First Generation Gods," he began, "because they grew tired of cleaning the mess created by the Second Tier Gods."
"Mess?" I repeated.
He continued, "The Second Tier Gods granted certain beings the power of imagination. If they possessed sufficient destiny, they could manifest their dreams into reality."
I blinked.
"That power was rare at first. Most beings lacked the intelligence or ambition to use it properly. However, one Second Tier God convinced a First Generation God to grant destiny to all beings."
My head was starting to hurt again.
"And that," he said calmly, "is how the concept of boundless universes was born."
"Wait, wait," I interrupted, rubbing my forehead. "I'm completely lost. What are you even saying?"
He sighed and simplified it.
"The fictional worlds you read every day… Naruto, DxD, cultivation realms… they are all real. Those worlds now exist across countless universes. Their protagonists, especially transmigrators from Earth, are disrupting balance."
My stomach tightened.
"They cannot interfere directly?" I asked.
The lion-headed man answered this time. "Their power is too great. If they personally interfere, entire universes would collapse. Countless lives would be erased instantly."
"That is why we exist," the red-haired man continued. "We recruit beings across the multiverse to eliminate morally questionable transmigrators and corrupted protagonists."
He looked directly at me.
"Especially your race."
"My race?" I asked quietly.
"Humans," he said bluntly. "Before you, millions of humans were recruited. Most betrayed us."
I looked down at the paper in my hand.
Recruitment Number: 157880060.
So that number Meant millions before me had failed.
A heavy feeling settled in my chest.
The white-haired woman spoke again, her tone sharp. "Humans believe themselves to be the center of the universe. Yet they cannot even follow their own twisted morals."
Another member stood up and added coldly, "When an enforcer goes to kill an evil transmigrator who has slaughtered countless beings, he try to justify his actions by saying he did that for greater good."
Her eyes were filled with disgust.
"You humans even form relationships with skeletons, demons, creatures that should not even be compatible."
She pointed toward the skeletal being nearby.
"Tell me. How can a human and a skeleton have a relationship? How is that even possible?"
I couldn't help it.
A small, awkward smile formed on my face.
I had read worse.
But I quickly suppressed it when I noticed the red-haired man raising his hand.
"Enough," he said firmly. "Calm yourselves."
He turned back to me.
"From this day onward, Recurrent Number 157880060, you no longer carry a personal name within this organization. Like us, you are defined by your function."
My chest tightened slightly at that.
"In exchange for boundless power, you will eliminate all transmigrators we deem morally questionable."
I nodded.
The moment I did, something exploded inside me.
Power surged through my body like a tidal wave. My veins felt like they were filled with fire and lightning at the same time. My senses expanded. I could feel energy in the air, beneath the floor, within the beings around me.
It was overwhelming.
"Remember," the red-haired man said calmly, "you can only use a fraction of this power inside a transmigrator's world."
The pressure stabilized slightly.
"If you find a world beyond saving, you may destroy it. However, you are only permitted to destroy one hundred worlds. If you exceed that limit… you will be eliminated."
I nodded again, this time more seriously.
This wasn't a game.
He smiled faintly.
"As a meeting gift take this," he said, raising his hand.
A book appeared in front of me.
It was black, thick, and heavy. Golden letters were carved into the cover.
Transmigrator Killer Guide and I reached out and held it carefully.
This was it I am finally getting a job.