The Strongest, but the Genre Is Magical Girl

So, while Mari was covering Siyeon’s eyes and giving up her own dinner…

At the same time, on the monsters’ spaceship.

The Earth-assigned ship, now branded with the disgraceful label of “mission failure” after the Arctic outpost construction operation flipped like a pancake.

The ones who would bear the brunt of this damage? The higher-ups.

The ship’s honor wasn’t just about the higher-ups; it was a pride felt even by the lowest-ranking combatants, but…

“Hey, didn’t I say that was gonna fail? My foresight is on point.”

“Honestly, if only Sun hadn’t shown up, we could’ve pulled it off. Right?”

“Yeah, totally—”

Far from being depressed or frustrated by the mission failure, the combatants accepted it as if it were expected.

In fact, they were used to the disgrace of daily combat losses.

At this point, a label like “mission failure” didn’t even faze them.

Instead, they joked about it as if they had hoped for it.

But amidst the cheerful atmosphere created by these combatants…

There was one monster officer who couldn’t laugh…

“Ugh! This is so annoying!”

The Recovery Room officer, Yellow Eye.

Without hiding her frustration, she swung her smooth, wrinkle-free, three-fingered arm around, venting her anger at her workplace.

She was supposed to transfer from this remote starship to her father’s headquarters ship.

But the failure of the Arctic outpost construction mission…

A mission that had been ongoing even before she became an officer on this ship, now gone to waste, meant she had to shoulder the consequences of her position.

A transfer to the headquarters ship or its direct subordinates meant a promotion.

But for her, who had so spectacularly failed the mission, no amount of backing could save her.

It was unfair, but that goes without saying…

Venting her frustration as anger in a shared workplace made the other monsters in the Recovery Room quite uncomfortable.

Having grown up without ever hearing a single harsh word, she now directed her anger at everyone around her.

“Ugh, I can’t even turn off these recovery devices… This is why everyone’s so complacent and lazy, you know?”

“Yeah… sure.”

To her venting, seeking sympathy, the Recovery Room monster gave a half-hearted agreement.

Even that monster secretly thought, “This crazy woman’s at it again,” often belittling Yellow Eye, whose behavior had always been questionable.

Sighing, they muttered, “It was better when Medic Tentacle was here…”

Yellow Eye was nothing but a high-ranking empty can in the Recovery Room, someone who didn’t even think about the field.

A figurehead with only a title and a name, no real responsibilities.

But she couldn’t read the room or grasp the situation.

Thinking everyone agreed with her because someone sympathized, Yellow Eye grew more emboldened.

“Right, next time we’ll just turn off these devices and send them out. Maybe then someone will actually win.”

She was about to cross the line, breaking the Recovery Room monsters’ self-imposed rule of “no feeding the idiots.”

With her parachute, backing, and headquarters ship connections, it seemed no one in the Recovery Room could stop her.

“Take it easy.”

“Huh?”

But a voice clearly from the Recovery Room stopped her.

The voice belonged to a monster who usually focused solely on his duties, rarely speaking.

Unlike the colleagues who usually ignored or mocked Yellow Eye from the back, his sudden intervention left the others stunned.

A chilly atmosphere, a tense silence filled the room.

“Hey, what’s up with you?”

“You never step into the field, just complain, and don’t even handle treatment duties, just primp yourself. Who are you to talk about complacency and laziness?”

Despite a colleague’s attempt to calm him, the monster continued.

Yellow Eye, hearing her faults listed one by one, naturally flared up.

But with no logical rebuttal, she tried to crush him with her position and subtle hints of her backing.

“You, you, done talking? Do you know who I am?”

“Recovery Room officer, nothing more, nothing less.”

Not backing down, he ignored any connections and focused solely on her failure to perform her duties.

Frowning, Yellow Eye struggled to think of a punishment within her authority.

“This is insubordination! Do you want to quit?”

“Yes, I’ll quit.”

With that, the monster stood up and left the Recovery Room.

As the situation escalated beyond expectations, an awkward tension lingered among the remaining monsters.

“What’s wrong with that weirdo?”

Even after all that, Yellow Eye still didn’t realize her own faults.

Seeking sympathy, she loudly vented her frustration again.

This time, she didn’t care about the monsters’ lack of support, just grumbling away.

Scheming to wield her father’s power, she simmered with anger…

But the storm about to hit the ship…

…was something even her father hadn’t anticipated.

“Hasn’t he come back yet?”

“No one knows what happened.”

It was a usual workday, except for one monster being absent.

Before the officers arrived, the Recovery Room monsters quietly discussed their bold and diligent colleague.

“He was a good guy.”

“Honestly, everything he said was true.”

“That’s why we’re just not saying anything.”

As the monsters whispered among themselves…

As the saying goes, speak of the devil, and Yellow Eye, the hot topic of their conversation, walked in silently and sat down.

The monsters, sensing the tension, glanced sideways and then turned their gaze to the machine panel.

But soon, the Recovery Room door opened, even though no more monsters were expected.

The monsters’ curious eyes turned toward the door.

Faces they had never seen on the ship before.

Imposing, even solemn-looking monsters, their deep voices boomed for all to hear.

“All moving organs, stop! If anyone moves even slightly, we’ll consider it evidence tampering and arrest everyone!”

The sudden situation left the Recovery Room monsters frozen.

Evidence tampering? Arrest?

Though everyone thought the same, the oppressive atmosphere kept them silent, just exchanging glances.

Some recognized the large symbols on their bodies and quickly shut their mouths.

The Ship Rights Investigation Department.

A special investigative agency that audited and investigated corruption, sometimes even above the headquarters ship.

In the frozen atmosphere, the Rights Investigation Department monster stepped forward.

Looking at one hardworking monster, he spoke in a commanding tone.

“Who’s in charge here?”

“Uh, that’s Yellow Eye over there…”

“Take her in.”

Before the answer could finish.

Cutting off the monster’s words, they revealed their purpose for coming to this remote ship.

Two monsters appeared behind him, grabbing Yellow Eye and forcibly dragging her away.

Her work skills were bottom-tier, but her pride soared to the heavens.

“What, what are you doing! Where are you touching! Where are you touching me!”

Clueless as to why she was being taken, she just screamed and was dragged away pitifully.

And soon after, the truth was revealed by the higher-ups.

“Uh… so, he was the Rights Investigation Department captain’s son?”

“Yeah, I asked a friend, and he’s starting over as a low-ranking member in the Rights Investigation Department now.”

The Recovery Room monster who had argued with Yellow Eye.

Turns out, he was the son of the Ship Rights Investigation Department captain, who had reported Yellow Eye’s parachute appointment and exposed the remote ship’s reality to his father.

Not only was Yellow Eye dishonorably discharged, but a famous monster from the headquarters ship was also let go.

With this incident, he joined the Rights Investigation Department with grand ambitions to root out corruption in remote ships.

“Damn, that’s wild.”

All ship operations were halted during the corruption investigation.

The ship’s functions were nearly completely deactivated.

And it wasn’t just the monsters who felt this newfound leisure.

[No monster sightings worldwide for 7 days, have they finally given up?]

[‘It might just be undetected,’ stay vigilant…]

[‘This is unprecedented, no monster sightings for 7 days.’]

“What’s going on with them now?”

“Who knows.”

Compared to the sensationalist media, Mari and her mascot were indifferent.

Assuming something must have happened on the ship, they just munched on snacks in the living room.