[Calling Administrator Mode.]

Chapter 139

A suffocating tension rose until it felt as though my throat were being choked shut.

Fuck.

My rationality was screaming like mad.

A primal survival instinct telling me I was truly fucked slammed through my entire body.

For as long as I could remember, I had been extremely wary of recklessly overusing this supernatural ability with the utterly childish name 'Fixer.'

Why?

Because I had vaguely sensed that this ability wasn't something that simply granted whatever I wanted, like magic from a fairy tale.

Even when faced with trivial requests like, 'Solve my magic formula problem,' or 'Choose some land for me to farm.'

I couldn't shake the feeling that the results were always bizarre in some way or slightly twisted my intentions, exactly like a monkey's paw...