It started with a scream.
Empoy blinked awake. Not the usual "chickens panicking" scream. Not a kobold incident. This was louder, deeper, and way more dramatic.
Peering outside, he saw it: a massive wyvern, easily three times the height of the village houses, swooping down over Bran Village's outskirts. Its wings beat like thunder, kicking up dust and leaves, while villagers scattered like startled chickens.
Empoy rubbed his eyes. "Oh… right. Quiet life… over. Again."
Guild Chaos
Inside the guild, the receptionist was screaming into comms.
"Lowest rank! EMPOY! THE WYVERN IS HERE! GO!"
Empoy walked in casually, holding his tinkering satchel.
"Morning. Monster's here," he said, yawning.
The receptionist turned beet-red. "Explain yourself! This is not a drill! You're the only one who—"
Empoy shrugged. "I mean… I might have a few tools that could help. Quietly, of course."
Kiko, Lina, and Bram ran in behind him.
"TEAM! EMPOY! WE'RE READY!" Kiko yelled, striking a pose.
Empoy muttered: "Why do I even bother?"
Deploying the "Hidden OP"
Empoy walked calmly toward the village outskirts. He placed several of his mana-thread traps along the wyvern's flight path. He adjusted small coils, connected them with reinforced threads, and attached a few reinforced blades as pivot points.
The villagers peeked from behind fences and walls, squinting.
Is he… setting up some kind of trap?
The wyvern dove, fire in its throat. Empoy tripped.
The devices activated. Lightning arced along the threads. Blades swung in precise angles. Mana pulses zapped the monster's feet and wings, confusing it mid-flight.
The wyvern screeched, flapped wildly, and crash-landed in the outskirts—stunned, but alive.
Empoy dusted his hands. "Done. Quiet and efficient."
The villagers stared in awe.
"He… did that… just by tripping?"
"The extra… is… unstoppable…"
"We… we're living next to a secretly OP genius…"
Guild Misunderstandings (Again)
Back at the guild, the staff were screaming.
"How did he do that?!" one yelled.
"I think… he tripped?" another whispered.
"TRIPPED?!" the receptionist shrieked. "He deployed traps, used coils, reinforced blades… AND STILL claims he 'tripped'?!"
Empoy strolled in casually. "Morning. Monster handled."
Kiko gasped. "I saw it! He… defeated a wyvern!"
Empoy yawned. "Yep. Quietly. Nothing to see here."
The receptionist threw her hands up. "We officially cannot train him. We don't understand him. He's breaking all guild logic!"
Empoy muttered under his breath: "Exactly."
Villagers' Quiet Respect
That evening, the villagers gathered near his shack, whispering.
"Empoy… he's quietly the strongest person in the village."
"All those monsters… the bridge… the dungeon… and the wyvern…"
"We shouldn't disturb him, but… maybe we should bake him bread or something?"
Empoy emerged from his shack, carrying a small toolkit. He glanced at them and waved casually.
Quiet life… interrupted.But at least they understand now… quietly.
Lightning flickered faintly in his fingertips as he adjusted a mana-thread circuit.
The world thinks I'm useless. That's perfect.
Evening Reflection
Empoy sat outside, tinkering with scraps and devices, the glow from his inventions illuminating his calm, low-key face.
Villagers impressed.Guild panicking.Monsters… handled.
Quiet life? Slightly less quiet. But… peaceful enough.
Somewhere far away, the gods probably shook their heads.
Yes, Empoy. You're officially causing chaos… quietly.