I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad-Chapter 119: There’s Emotion in the Fixer Exam (2)

Fixer Exam

As the name suggests, the Fixer Exam is a test designed to select those worthy of becoming Fixers.

Think about it—only around 300 people pass the exam each year.

Yet, the number of applicants? Hundreds of thousands.

Naturally, the difficulty of the test was brutal to filter out such a massive number of candidates.

Strength, reflexes, teamwork, social skills, luck... If you were lacking in any area, you were immediately disqualified. The exam was so grueling that some people attempted it for over a decade without success.

Of course, since it was a nationally accredited test, fatal injuries were rare. However, due to the cutthroat competition, unintended—or even intentional—accidents frequently occurred.

Plenty of people approached the test with a casual attitude, only to end up suffering trauma or permanent injuries, forcing them to give up on the path of a Fixer entirely.

Because of that, the Fixer Exam’s other nickname was:

"The Graveyard of Mediocre Talent."

And that was precisely why Alice and David were so shocked by Raven’s suggestion.

"F-Fixer Exam?! Wait, you want us to take it... just like that?!"

"Yeah. You heard me right."

"Isn’t one week... way too short for preparation...?"

"What’s there to prepare? As long as you’re in decent condition, that’s enough. The Fixer Exam isn’t some big deal."

Despite their clear distress, Raven remained perfectly nonchalant.

Was this the arrogance of someone who had already passed? Honestly, seeing that smug look on his face made me want to punch him.

That being said... I personally believed they could pass.

Alice might not use magic, but her physical strength and swordsmanship were on another level.

David, as a beastkin, had a naturally sturdy body and could even use his self-developed magic.

As long as some ancient veteran Fixer didn’t show up at the testing grounds and ruin their chances, I’d say their odds of passing were easily 90%.

"Come on, you two are way stronger than most third-rate Fixers. Do you really think you’ll fail when even those guys manage to pass?"

"...!"

He had a point.

Alice and David had raw talent that surpassed most professional Fixers.

Agreeing with Raven’s assessment, I crossed my arms and nodded—despite still being dangling in his grip.

But then, for some reason, that reaction annoyed him.

Without warning, he hurled me straight toward the sofa.

Flying through the air was nothing new for me thanks to telekinesis, but I hadn’t expected to be thrown like a sack of potatoes.

Fortunately, Alice caught me before I landed, cradling me gently.

Still, it hurt my heart to be tossed aside like baggage.

Just wait, Raven. Next time you sleep, I’m putting toothpaste in your mouth.

"But just because someone fights well doesn’t mean they’ll pass, right? Other candidates have been preparing for months."

"Indeed. I’ve heard that even champions of mixed-race martial arts failed because the exam demands more than just combat ability."

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While I quietly plotted my toothpaste-based /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ revenge, Alice and David still seemed uncertain.

The Fixer Exam was infamous for being an absolute battlefield.

People poisoned others, formed secret teams, bribed test proctors—

Cheating wasn’t just common, it was practically expected.

And since the exam was held only twice a year—once in January and once in July—

most candidates would pull out all the stops to secure their chances.

Meanwhile, these two were being thrown into it with just a week’s notice.

The difference in preparation alone was staggering.

Honestly, looking at it from their perspective... I could see why they were worried.

But despite their clear anxiety, Raven was completely unfazed.

As if annoyed by their hesitation, he frowned and continued,

"Sigh... You two, what are you so scared of? Since when have you ever cared about that kind of stuff?"

"It’s just... so sudden..."

"Come on. Having a Fixer License is useful for both of you. Alice, you’re not gonna be an assistant forever. And David, wouldn’t having an official license solve your identity problem?"

Raven’s logic was airtight.

The entire room fell silent as Alice and David struggled to argue back.

And honestly... he was right.

Alice had given up on becoming a police officer.

Her next career path was a Fixer—meaning she’d have to take this test eventually.

At some point, she’d need a license to legally call herself a Fixer.

Even if she failed, it would still be valuable experience.

And if she passed? Even better.

As for David—

He was still a wanted fugitive.

Even though the police had stopped actively hunting him,

on paper, he was still a criminal.

But a Fixer License acted as a government-recognized ID in Night Haven.

If he passed the test, it could resolve his entire legal status.

"Still..."

"I understand the reasoning, but..."

Even after hearing such solid arguments, they hesitated.

And I could guess why.

They weren’t afraid of the exam.

They were afraid of what came after.

This office, this group of people, this current way of life—

If they passed, the future might force them apart.

It was like wishing that a favorite movie or show would never end.

But graduation comes for everyone eventually.

That’s just how time works.

For me, that feeling didn’t quite resonate as strongly.

Relationships change, sooner or later. Instead of clinging to the past, I preferred to accept those changes as they came.

Knowing that something would end someday only made it feel more precious while it lasted.

Still, I didn’t like the somber mood in the room.

So, sitting in Alice’s lap, I suddenly raised my hand, motioning for Raven’s attention.

"Hmm? What, got something to say?"

"...!"

"Oh? You wanna take the Fixer Exam too?"

He tilted his head in amusement before giving a flat, merciless response.

"Yeah, no. You’re too fragile. Compared to those muscle-heads, you’re a paperweight. You’d get eliminated in the first round. Not to mention, the entry fee would be a complete waste."

"...."

"What? Don’t look at me like that. Facts are facts."

I knew that.

I knew my physical stats were mediocre at best.

The Fixer Exam was filled with superhumans—

I wasn’t delusional enough to think I’d pass.

I knew all that.

But still... hearing Raven say it like that—

so arrogantly, with that smug grin—

It pissed me off.

First-round elimination? A waste of the entry fee?

Fine.

I’ll pay for it myself.

Glaring at Raven, I reached up and tugged on Alice’s sleeve, then pointed at myself.

Alice blinked in confusion, then, as realization dawned, her eyes went wide.

"Wait, Yuria... are you seriously taking the Fixer Exam?"

"...!"

"That’s... really dangerous, though..."

"Hey, knock it off. You’ll just end up injured. Even if the proctors keep things in check, do you really wanna be stuck in a hospital bed while these two eat celebratory steak after passing?"

"...!!"

I’m doing it.

It’s my money—what does it matter if I fail?

I shook my head firmly, rejecting their objections.

I had no plans to cheat or use telekinesis—I wasn’t aiming to pass.

I just wanted to prove Raven wrong.

And if, by some miracle, I did pass?

Then maybe...

My identity problem would be solved.

If I became a Fixer, everything would change.

‘Just wait. I’ll flip all your expectations upside down.’

I clenched my fists.

There was only one week until the exam.

And I was going to make every second count.