I Work Part-Time at a Cafe to Fight Monsters

Urban superpowers, suspenseful imagination, group portraits Merson, an ordinary college student working on his thesis, until that day in the alley, he saw: The smiling long-haired weirdo raised his hand and turned the monster into a fool. The little white-haired guy next to him who couldn't wake up opened his mouth and said, "The ground should collapse" - and then the ground really collapsed! ? ? ? The store manager sister, who seemed to be the most talkative, turned around and asked, "Did you see it? Choose, erase your memory and go back to write a thesis, or sign a contract and come work for us?" ... Is this still a choice? ! Who can refuse a coffee shop offer with real superpowers? As a result, people became stupid on the first day of employment. The KPI is to deal with monsters, and insurance does not cover mental damage. Teammates have cool skills but none of them seem human. The scariest thing is that every time I use my powers, I feel like there's something extra in my head. This power... Who is the master? This teammate... Who is the monster? (No spoilers, just follow me, this time we will reveal the world's trump card together.)