I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – Odil’s Grand Transformation★

Having over 10 years of experience in household chores, this was a breeze for me. Yarn and fabric sliced through the air, and in a flash, clothing began to form. It really felt as though it was being crafted abruptly and quickly.

*Sigh.*

Once complete, I wiped my forehead and looked at the finished piece. Though the material had been nothing but black fabric, the result was a dashing uniform adorned with elaborate decorations. An ordinary person would have their eyes bulging out in surprise, but I wasn’t shocked. In the world of comedy, this was par for the course.

“This should spare me from any scolding.”

I carefully packed the clothes and left the room, heading towards the laboratory where Odil was staying.

“What’s the matter—…huh?”
“I tried my hand at tailoring…What do you think, Lord Odil?”
“This is…”
“This is what you will wear today! Wearing this will make you look twice, no, three times as grand!”
“Such clothes…were they in my house?”
“Of course, they were!”
“Hmm…”

Odil, liking the dashing uniform, took it with him.

“I’ll try it.”
“Yes! I will wait here.”

Odil headed to another room, and I, left alone, looked at the desk where Odil had been sitting until a moment ago.

“So, this is the communication mirror.”

I knew it had a fancier name, but I couldn’t recall all the details. The mirror was currently inactive, showing the room’s reflection inside it. Later, when the mirror would be used, it would display the very same scenery of the room.

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“Good, now that the clothes are made…”
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I put my hands on my hips and surveyed the messy room. Because I had cleaned everything up last time, the crimson carpet and wallpaper were spotless, but everywhere else was a total mess. I wasn’t angry; such things were common in the world of comedy.

“Guess it’s time to start cleaning up!”

A white cloud of dust rose, and the room filled with sounds akin to a construction site—rumbling and crashing.

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At that moment, as a cloud of white dust shrouded the room, Odil, who had casually walked out in his new clothes, was shocked by the noise and stiffened as he rushed into the room.

“What has happened here!”

*Whoosh.*

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With his arrival, the white dust settled instantly, revealing a room resembling a dark wizard’s quarters.

“Gasp…?!”

Unlike before, the room glistened, predominantly in black. Odil’s lab had been decorated as beautifully as if a top player of interior design games had arranged it. The problem was the furniture that Odil had never brought in.

“What, what is all this?! You…where did you get these…?”
“Huh? They were all here!”
“How could they be here?!”
“Well…they were in the pile of stuff…”
“No, the size of those items couldn’t have come from that pile!”
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As he said, the celestial model hanging from the ceiling was as big as the pile itself. It made no sense for the sophisticated furniture and decorations we now saw to come from the pile. Yet, such things could happen in the world of comedy.

“But…they were there?”

When I tilted my head with genuine confusion, Odil gave up.

“Haah…fine. I won’t ask where you got them from, just get out of the room!”
“Yes…”

I left the room, feigning despondency, and immediately pressed myself against the door, muffling my breath.

*Creak,* I carefully cracked open the door to peek inside.

“Kehehe…can this be my laboratory?”

No sooner had I left than Odil, looking like a child thrilled with a new toy, ‘plopped’ into a vintage-looking chair at the desk with the mirror, posing impressively as though he had become a grand wizard. I could envision his triumphant expression without looking. Silently, I closed the door.

“This should be good enough.”

Even if experiments continued after all this, it couldn’t be helped.

“Working after such a long time has tired me out. I should rest.”

Stretching my sore body, I headed back to my room.

At that time, I had no idea how today’s good deed would come back to me.

***

In a castle looming over the dead, pitch-black land, within a wide room resembling the royal dining hall, a ‘T’-shaped table was set. Some people sat around it.

However, most seats were occupied only by flat, circular devices. Palm-sized machines glowed softly, projecting holograms into the air.

*Hum, hum.*

One by one, the vacant chairs filled with floating holograms. Those unable to attend the Dark Wizard Council in person used magical devices to participate.

*Roar!*
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A hologram materialized at the seat of honor, and a gravelly, deep voice resonated through the chamber.

[Has everyone joined?]

At his inquiry, someone responded.

[Odil has not joined yet!]

Bibim, with a plump figure, smirked while looking at the still-inactive device. Some chuckled quietly, watching the dormant machine.

‘Today we’ll be getting rid of a body.’
‘Odil, huh? He had a useful body, maybe I’ll ask for the head and torso.’
‘He always acted cluelessly; I guess this is what it’s come to.’

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They secretly ridiculed Odil for not being present on time. With dry eyes fixed on Odil’s machine, Grand Dark Wizard Pan briefly remained silent before opening his mouth to start the meeting, just as…

*Hum.*

The dormant device vibrated, and a screen lit up suddenly.

[Sorry for being late.]

All eyes in the council turned toward Odil.
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“Gasp…!”
[Oh..]
[Wow..]

A collective gasp escaped when he appeared.

Odil was not particularly handsome, nor did he have an impressive physique. Usually, he wore baggy clothes that looked like bulk buy bargains, which made for a rather ridiculous sight.

But today, he donned a sharp, tailored suit, leaning back effortlessly in what looked to be an expensive leather chair, eying them all.

‘What’s floating behind him? Celestial bodies?’
‘Huh…are those bones on the wall the remains of the mythical Utiya?’

Beyond Odil himself, the backdrop was extraordinary, akin to a beggar who had become a noble overnight. Everyone’s mouth gaped in astonishment when a nasal female voice, exuding decorum, filled the hall.

“What’s with Odil? Looking sharp for a change?”

A woman in an excessively short skirt and gaudy bra, pink nails on display, leered suggestively. Once she spoke, everyone else clammed up.

‘Why is a member of the Four Generals here at this meeting? Damn, she didn’t make eye contact with me, did she?’
‘Tch, now that she’s taken notice, my life’s going to be difficult.’

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Most of the dark wizards averted their eyes, too intimidated to look at her directly.

“Hmm, mind if I visit someday?”

[That, that would be..]
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Odil shrank back, the earlier brazenness gone, as the atmosphere turned dreadfully silent. Just then, the door opened quietly behind him. Luckily, the chair concealed the opening door from view.

Peering in was Lian.

‘Is he managing?’

Like a mother worriedly watching her son at a job interview for the first time, Lian glanced briefly into the room. Simultaneously, the ‘comedy filter’ seemed to activate. The heavy mood of the council hall softened in an instant.

“Whyee ~ I really wanna come visit!”

The previously austere woman was now cooing and beaming flirtatiously. Normally, a frightened Odil would have cringed in fear for his life, but he blatantly stared at her accentuated bosom, eyes wide open.

[If you wish, you are most welcome any time.]
“Really? Can I really come?”
[Yes, yes.]

The dialogue resembled an inexperienced nerd chatting with a flirty high school girl.

[Ahem, let us begin the meeting now.]

The moment Grand Dark Wizard Pan coughed to break the silence…

‘Looks like it’s going well.’

Relieved to have avoided an awful outburst, Lian smiled with satisfaction and silently closed the door. With his gaze averted, the room’s air returned to its prior gravity.

‘What, what did I just agree to? Did I invite that crazy woman over? Me?’

A realization struck Odil, trembling, his eyes darting fearfully.

‘I’m going to die! I’m doomed!’

Though Odil quaked in terror, the gazes upon him had changed entirely.