The Assistant Supervisor Wants to Quit Again Today

Also known as: After forcing Geto to marry me, I’m caught in a sandwich hell with the strongest, but all I care about is causing trouble and taking down those rotten old sorcerers. Pairing: The strongest, WTW teacher Status: Happy ending. Main story complete, bonus chapters complete. The parallel-world story is updating next door, but that one has a lighter, plot-focused tone and is different from this one. Thank you so much for your support (bows). A proper, serious story with schemes and twists → shifts into passionate, outrageous antics *and* serious drama, interspersed with some melodramatic everyday life → adults playing romantic push-and-pull in the final arc → pure romantic fluff in the bonus chapters → complete (we’ve reached the finish line!). If you’ve seen recent update notices, it may be because I’m slowly polishing the story. Sorry for the disturbance. After working for the jujutsu world for several years, Heiquan Shanzi had long since learned one thing: Between the higher-ups and me, only one of us can survive. Shanzi, a fourth-year at Jujutsu High and a medium working as an assistant supervisor, had barely made it through the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons unleashed by the curse users. She was just about to graduate, make a run for it, and live happily with her younger sister, when she was faced with the greatest challenge since starting her internship. The higher-ups dangled a small carrot while dumping a huge mess in her lap: “We’ve studied your technique and decided to send you to dig up the grave of the strongest man’s best friend so we can use the Impure World Reincarnation technique. What do you think?” Shanzi: I don’t dare think about it. But I can think about how to hide it from the strongest and pull off the ultimate stunt right under my boss’s nose. The chaotic, good-natured troublemaker planned all this while collecting a compendium of foul-mouthed sorcerers. (Of course, getting caught in the strongest men’s sandwich hell was not part of her plan.) Her compendium of foul-mouthed people includes, but isn’t limited to: A straight-laced, hotheaded junior with bizarre eating habits whom she has to fish out of trouble herself; An embarrassing childhood friend who patrols people’s tastes and thinks he’s her idol boyfriend; A Zenin misogynist who treats her purely as a servant; The strongest, a jerk of a teacher who left her waiting in the car for five hours while he went on a dessert tour, then had the nerve to call and ask why she hadn’t brought back any souvenirs; A senior with shared interests and a little conscience, though not much. Sometimes he gets off work on time. There are also a few who aren’t sorcerers: A vengeful spirit, the leader of the Monkey Mountain cult, whom she forced into marriage despite their terrible compatibility; A half-human, half-spirit who somehow acquired a younger brother out of nowhere; Two bomb-disposal experts from the police academy group; (Struck through) a scheming bandage-wasting contraption (/struck through) a retired assassin turned novelist; … Shanzi (now corrupted): I just love eating while watching other people suffer. Please note before reading: OOC is unavoidable. This is my own interpretation of the plot and includes personal headcanons. Mainly Jujutsu Kaisen, with some Wet Crow, a little Bungo Stray Dogs and Detective Conan, plus a few niche horror comics and games; The heroine is ridiculously overpowered: a timid, sharp-tongued troublemaker with a heart of steel. Character intelligence is limited by the author. Mainly action and plot: pursuing her goals > clashing with her bosses ≈ spending time with friends and family > romance. Trashy tastes. There will be a one-sided-love love triangle → the pairing is set: 285. Parallel-world route: “So the Disaster Route’s Livestream Has Begun” Currently updating, pairing 285, an all-rescue fanfic. Coming soon: [Jujutsu Kaisen] I Can’t Afford to Move Out of My Haunted House Hands grow under Maria’s bed, a child lives in Maria’s closet, and every so often, an eyeball shows up in the milk heated in Maria’s microwave. But it’s a good house. Because the rent is only a third of the market rate. Maria tugs at her hair. “Do you think I live in a haunted house because I like it? I live in one because I’m broke! Stop trying to exorcise it!” Core message: Better to save yourself than wait for someone else to save you