Chapter 1

La-La Point of View

They say that love is in the air, that it roams around. They say there are angels who guide people to their destined ones, playing a part in keeping lovers together. These angels are called MIRACLES, known as cupids, also known as Angels of Love.

However, prior knowledge suggests that there is no such thing as an Angel of Love or Cupid. It's just a fairy tale created to make people believe that angels exist and guide us to good, under the premise that love is also good. This, however, is not true. And to say that it is actually not true because I will prove it. As they say, we are not angels or Cupids.

We are love hunters.

It's our job, not a miracle.

Then a girl arrives in front of me, wearing a ponytail and a white suit.

"You must be the new one?" I greet the girl.

"Yes, I am!" she answers energetically. I smile at her.

"Well, nice to meet you. I'm La-La, a Love Hunter from Cupid Class 32-B, your senior," I say, introducing myself as I extend my hand. She reaches for it.

"Nice to meet you, senior. I'm Yuna, Cupid Class 33-C," she says. As our hands shake, I immediately gesture toward a chair. "Have a seat,"

Hereward, she nodded and immediately took her seat. I also took my seat and faced her.

"So, before I start explaining, do you know what you are? I'm sure they let you know the basics. And do you know why you are here?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Before being introduced to you, the Head already gave me some information regarding my situation. It stated that I have sinned and need to be punished. This work is just for me to have another judgment before they free me for another life," she said, her tone indicating she was not happy at all. Pushing a cup of coffee towards her, I asked, "Is there anything wrong?" She smiled faintly.

"No, it's just that I thought being a Cupid would be like being an angel," she said.

"Well, we are sinners; there's nothing we can do about that. We sinned and need to be punished, even though we might not know the things we did. You just need to complete this job and pursue another life," I said, then grabbed my book. "Just a little reminder: smile and accept this job. Be positive, shall we?" I added, placing the book on the table.

"Rules and Information?" she read the title of the book. "I could just give you the book and let you understand this by yourself, but it is better to explain some things to you since some of the information is not written in the book, I think some asshole made this book you know" I said as a joke. As I look at her, she giggled about my joke. I guess it lightened her mood. I opened the book on page one.

"Rules of reaper, rules of life- rule – uhmmm, why are there other – uhmm you know." She wondered.

"Oh this- this is a mythical creature like us. We are called M, we are also part of MT, and we are the Type Love. MT stands for Mythical Creature . The soul is us- So, every soul is assign to every work depending on the sins they had- how heavy the sin they had. For us, a Hunter if Kove, we have the lighter sins compared to Hunter of Life or Reaper , Hunter of Curiosity, Hunter of Knowledge, Faries and so on" I explained to her.

"Just a question, why do Hunters of Love like us have lighter sins? Didn't they assign us randomly?" she asked. I immediately signal no to her.

"It's considered a job for us to hunt love, just as it is for others in their respective roles. But since love is the easiest among them, they assign the souls with fewer sins to hunt love. The more sins you have, the harder the job you're assigned," I said to her. "This also means that the harder the job, the longer you will have to do it before you can move on to another life."

"So that means other hunters or other mythical creatures are also working for another judgment?" she asked, her curiosity evident in her eyes.

I smiled. "Yes, exactly. Each mythical creature or hunter has their own set of responsibilities based on the gravity of their past sins. Reapers, for instance, deal with life and death, which is a much heavier burden. Hunters of Curiosity delve into the unknown, uncovering truths and mysteries, while Hunters of Knowledge are tasked with gathering and preserving wisdom across time. Fairies, on the other hand, often work with nature and small miracles. Each role is a form of penance and service, a way to balance out our past misdeeds and earn redemption."

"I never thought of something like that" she said. "Well, shall I continue to discuss our work?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. I turn the page.

"Our job is the easiest yet most trivial" I said to her. "What does it mean?" she asked.

"Can you take out the things that the Department of Love gave you before you were assigned to me?" I asked her. She immediately started rummaging through her suitcase and laid out the items on the table. Among them were a gun, a ring, a book, and a black card—four things in total.

I pointed to the ring and looked at her. She once again seemed puzzled. "That ring is the most important thing. Don't lose it," I said to her.

"Is that so? Is this the most important item here?" she asked, holding it up.

"Yes," I answered, taking the ring and showing her the carved number inside which is 33-C. Her eyes widened as she saw it. Then I placed the ring back on the table.

"That ring holds a special power. First, it allows us to see the string of destiny. As soon as you wear that ring, you can see the strings and become invisible to ordinary people," I explained to her.

She looked at the ring with renewed interest, clearly grasping its significance.

"String of destiny, like the red string, the connector?" she asked. I nodded.

"But why do we need to go invisible?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Well, first of all, our job is unusual and not easily understood by ordinary people. It's not just about being invisible; it's about being able to do our job without normal people intervening or knowing who we are. We live among them—we get hungry, we get tired, and we sleep just like anyone else. But unlike normal people who have regular jobs, we have a different and special one. So, it's important for us to go invisible while doing our work," I explained to her.

She seemed fascinated by this revelation. "So, we blend in, but we also have this hidden role that no one knows about?"

"But to remind you, don't casually put on the ring. You need to do it without people noticing. It's quite hard now due to CCTV existing, so we usually take it off and on in the restroom or at home," I advised her.

"The ring is also connected to the gun. Try holding the gun," I said to her. She immediately took the gun and held it, and she noticed something peculiar.

"No magazine?" she wondered aloud. "Is there a problem with mine, or should I ask for another one?" she asked nervously.

I giggled at her concern. "No, it's normal. Don't worry," I reassured her

"Then how can we shoot people with this?" she asked, still puzzled.

"Well, it's not like we're shooting people. It only works when you wear the ring. In old times, we used arrows, but it was a hassle to carry them around, so they changed it to a gun. However, you might still see some Cupids with arrows. The 'bullets' will load automatically when you're ready to target a lover or a person," I explained to her, clarifying the function of the weapon.

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to ask, how is our job done here?" she asked, bringing up an important point that I had overlooked.

"Oh, right, I should have explained that," I admitted. "Our job is relatively simple, as I mentioned earlier. If you see a couple out on a date and they are soulmates, but their string isn't yet strongly connected, it's our job to make it stronger by shooting them when they make eye contact with each other. Sometimes, soulmates pass by each other without realizing it, so we often create a scene to prompt them to look at each other."

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"It's not simple," she mumbled to herself, sounding slightly overwhelmed.

"Like I said, it's also not trivial," I responded. "Creating a scene to connect them is just one aspect of our job. It becomes more complicated when we consider the intricacies of the strings themselves."

"There are more complications with the strings?" she asked, sounding shocked. I hoped she wasn't overreacting.

"Yes," I confirmed, then opened the book to a page that explained something about the string of destiny.

"Red String is also known as the String of Destiny and consists of three patterns," I explained to her. "First, there's the gray one, or the dead string, where one person has no soulmate destined for them, or their soulmate has passed away."

"Isn't that quite sad?" she asked, her reaction reflecting empathy. I sighed inwardly.

"Yuna, just to inform you, our job is not swayed by emotion since it's already determined by destiny. Which means there is nothing we can do about it; we are not allowed to intervene," I said to her, emphasizing the importance of detachment. "Remember, Yuna, do not be swayed by emotion. I hope you understand this applies to everyone."

She nodded in understanding, and I offered her a reassuring smile. "Shall I continue?" I asked and she nodded.

"We also have the one-way string, a normal red string connected to lovers, but it's only connected to one. Every average destined one has this. It's our job to connect, since it has a faint red. It's our job to make it shine red so it can't be broken by death or something," I explained to her.

"Okay, I get it," she said, processing the information. "But it seems there is more," she added, noting the complexity of our task.

"Well, there is. The last one is quite rare—the two-way string. A person with this string is destined by two people," I said. She looked confused.

"Two people? Is that really true? Is that okay?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice. I immediately answered her.

"No, it's not okay," I replied, reassuring her.

"Of course, it's not okay. In this type of situation, we have a special mission, and it will be outlined in that small notebook of yours. It's hard to come by, but if you ever get this mission, you just need to choose one person for that individual to be destined with, and choosing wisely is a must," I explained to her.

"We will choose? Is it that difficult and cruel at the same time since he or she is also destined to another person? If I shoot him or her to that person, the other will have no soulmate, and why does it have to be our decision?" she said, voicing her concerns.

I smiled sympathetically. "Well, it's a hard truth. That's why thorough observation is necessary, and that's why it's so challenging," I said to her.

"It's cruel—why does a string like that exist?" she asked, grappling with the moral implications of our work.

"It's stated that neither one of the soulmates she or he is connected to is her or him in his or her past life or something. It's that they were both lovers in their past life and were reborn together, creating that string," I explained to her. She was processing things, and then something made her eyes go wide.

"W-wait, so senior, that means a soulmate is not a permanent one? They are not likely to be destined? I thought a soulmate goes into every lifetime," she said, her voice filled with surprise and confusion.

"Sometimes it is, sometimes it's not. Life is just complicated, Yuna. For us, we need to focus on connecting soulmates and have a pre-judgment. We have nothing to worry about, and if we don't do everything right, it will all fall into place," I said to her, trying to reassure her. Then she looked at me in the eyes.

"Is there a problem?" I asked her, noticing the shift in her emotions. She sighed deeply before responding.

"Our job is not easy," she said with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

Well, it is not easy; that's why it's also called a punishment. Should I tell her? I hesitated, unsure if now was the right time.

Then she took the black card, and her emotions changed again.

"That's it. We can use it for our daily expenses as we also act to live as one of the humans," I said to her, trying to lighten the mood.

"Can we spend things whenever we like?" she asked, sounding excited.

"Well, yes, we can, however," I started to explain. "However?" she asked, eagerly awaiting my response.

"It can be blocked if you spend it on non-important things, and it also deducts from the job that we've done if we don't spend it wisely," I said to her, trying to convey the importance of responsible spending. Her expression immediately turned somber once again.

"Wait, senior, I don't think," she said, interrupting me as she looked at her suitcase and pulled out a brown envelope.

"Oh, you had it, that's your personal info or shall we say fake info to use" I said to her, recognizing the envelope.

"Our job seems exciting but also somehow not," she said to me, her tone reflecting a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

"Well, you just need to grasp it, as I said. Now, get all your things back in your suitcase," I asked her. She nodded and began to store all her items back in an orderly manner. Once she was finished and seated properly, I handed her the book.

"This book will be your guide. Some of the MT are mischievous and might harm others if they read about each other's weaknesses in here," I cautioned her. Her eyes widened in shock.

"K-k-killed, that means we can die again?" she asked as if I scared it out of her soul.

"Well, we can. Our bodies are also subject to the vulnerabilities of mortal life, which is why we need to be careful. Some MT have been known to harm others to gain more power, but there is a special corps dedicated to stopping such occurrences. You know, greed can't simply be eradicated from one's soul and personal perspective," I explained to her, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.

"It's getting scarier," she said, her tone betraying her growing concern. It seemed like she needed "You shouldn't scare your junior like that," a familiar voice chided. Startled, we turned to see who had spoken. A man stood to our left, dressed in a black suit with pale skin. His eyes had pupils deeper than a black hole, and his lips were plump, but there was an eerie aura about him. He was tall, indeed, and his presence was commanding.

"A grim reaper," Yuna whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

"Don't be scared of me. I'm not a wild one," the man said, attempting to lighten the mood with humor.

"Of course, she will be scared of you. You just popped out of nowhere," I said to him in a voice that I had disturbed.

Then I looked at Yuna and gave her a smile.

"Don't be scared of him. He's my friend, Axel," I reassured Yuna, hoping to calm her nerves. "And Axel, this is my junior, Yuna," I introduced, gesturing towards her. Axel smiled warmly, though Yuna's reaction was unexpected—her eyes widened as if she had seen a black angel or something. Well, Axel is indeed handsome, but not that handsome; he can be quite an annoying jerk.

"I'm Axel, Grim Reaper Class 34-B," Axel introduced himself to Yuna, extending his hand in a friendly gesture. Yuna stood up hesitantly and reached for his hand,

"I'm Yuna, Cupid Class 33-C" Yuna introduced herself, her voice slightly shaky as she shook Axel's hand. I couldn't help but notice that Yuna seemed quite taken with Axel's appearance; she couldn't seem to take her eyes off him. Cough

"Yuna, just a warning don't fall for this bastard, or even believe in a word he said" I said to Yuna, killing the vibes. She looked at me in disbelief, and as she seated back to her seat.

"Bastard, you really are indeed harsh on me," Axel debated what I said.

"Don't you have any job?" I asked him trying to redirect the conversation.

"I'm on my break, you know. Can I take a break?" Axel said casually, then took the seat next to me. I looked at him in disbelief.

"Just don't mind me; I'm here to listen," he added with a nonchalant shrug. This guy doesn't have to do anything in his life, nothing seems to annoy him since the day we met.

But I sighed.

"Shall we continue, Yuna?" I asked her, but she is still looking at me as if she is questioning something.

"Oh! Wait -If you're wondering why I said he is bas—" I'm about to say, but she immediately reacted and signed no with a hand gestured. "I-i-I'm just wandering; he is no—I mean, how do you know each other, senior? Some of the other love hunters stated that it's hard to befriend other creatures like—" she asked in a tone that lacked confidence.

"Oh, how can I know this guy, the reaper?" I asked her, pointing at Axel with my thumb. She nodded, clearly eager to hear the explanation.

"I don't know; we just met one day, then we decided to exchange information for the sake of the job," I answered honestly, keeping the explanation simple.

"No, deary~" Axel interrupted me. I looked at him. Oh, don't he dare.

He smiled.

"She fell in love with me at first sight~," he said, and I immediately stamped on his feet as he reacted in pain. I looked at Yuna, whose eyes widened.

"No, don't believe him. We are friends. It's just that as soon as I met him, for some reason, he felt familiar, and I befriended him. So, we decided to exchange information," I explained to Yuna, clarifying our relationship. "You know, sometimes reapers can sense death, so it's helpful for us to find people who have a sense of death and connect them, so that death doesn't follow them. It also helps to inform them if the person is someone's soulmate."

"Ah, but if so, isn't that risking their job if we prevent death?" Yuna asked.

"Ah, no. They have missions compared to us and the names of people they will take, so it doesn't affect him" I said to her.

"Can I also have information with Mr. Axel?" Yuna asked innocently.

"No," I answered immediately, noticing Yuna's sudden sadness. "No, no, it's not that I'm being selfish, huh? It's just that this guy is hard to handle. He may be handsome, but he's a hassle through my bones—ya know?" I said to Yuna, trying to convince her that my intentions were not ill-willed.

"You're backstabbing me in front; no, you're ruining my good reputation," Axel muttered in a low tone, clearly offended by my remarks.

"Shut up; you're ruining things, reputation my ass," I murmured back to him, shooting him an angry glance, then turned to Yuna and flashed her a reassuring smile.

"Do you have any questions? It seems that I already explained things that will get to you in this job," I said to her.

But she opened the book and back to the string of destiny and pointed out a sentences that is cursive "And it's the end of the page," Axel said to me. I sighed.

"The special string," I read the sentences out loud. "Senior, what is the meaning of the special string? It seems that they didn't continue writing this out," she said.

"Part of fantasy. The reason it's written there is because it only exists in far centuries back. It's a string colored gold, considered a tale where out of a trillion chances, it exists. Whoever holds such a string, it shines as gold. A person with a string like that does not need us. As soon as he or she meets his or her soulmate, their destiny is already strong, as it shines gold. However, compared to other normal people, if a person holds a special string and connects to us MT, it has a chance for us to become a normal person and it cleans our sins. Moreover, our memory from past lives will return, giving us the chance to remember. It's something special; it can't be broken by death or anything," I explained to her. Then she was shocked.

"So it's possible for us to be a human without facing judgment?" she asked me.

"Yes, but—" I was about to explain.

"It's considered a tale. It's better for us to finish the job than to find the person holding that string, it's far from impossible" Axel added as he interrupted me.

"The chances of being destined with that gold string are small, and having that person hold it is even smaller. It's better for us not to hope," I said to her.