"Ha~ Ha~" I panted, grinning. "You've got high stamina. How about we… put it to another use?" I said, a hand casually resting on my belt.
Her response? Another whip aimed right at me. For some reason, the mental image of a naked slave wearing a pig mask getting whipped by her wouldn't leave my mind.
Then I stopped, raising a brow. "Do you want me to tell you how I knew your name?"
For a moment, she actually paused mid-swing.
'Hehe, such a sucker,' I thought. Time to figure out how to exploit her.
Suppressing a smile, I said with a straight face, "There's a spy among you. He told me you were coming."
Her expression changed immediately. She crossed her arms, thoughtful, clearly trying to process my words.
But only Elio knew it was my operation day… could it be? Her eyes widened, muttering under her breath.
Then she turned to me, scanning me from head to toe. "So… you're the guy," she said.
"The guy? Oh, yes, yes, I'm the guy," I replied with a smirk.
She reached behind her and produced a dossier—where she'd palmed it from, I had no idea.
Then she tossed it at me. "This is your target. You've got one month to finish the job."
She spun on her heel and started walking away. Footsteps faded. I called after her, "Wait—how about your number? Or anything to contact you?"
She glanced back, then down at my groin. A slow, satisfied lick swept her lips. She plucked a card from some hidden pocket and flicked it at me.
"Here's my number," she said coolly. "Call if there's an emergency… or if you want to have some fun."
I lifted my head—but she had vanished. Great.
Opening the dossier, I saw it was filled with photos of a woman named Amanda, a congresswoman. She was in her 30s, a total MILF with a killer body.
Did I just shove myself into a political mess?
I took a few more appreciative glances at Amanda's assets, then closed the dossier, ducked it into my coat, shoved my hands into my pockets, and left.
Well, at least I had a fuck buddy. And maybe I should actually try to learn more about this world's mechanics, I thought, walking under the dim city lights.
When I reached my apartment, I looked up.
Great. The window was completely destroyed. Bella would freak out tomorrow morning. Honestly, did I expect it to magically fix itself before I got back?
Sighing, I ducked under the debris, cleared the mess, then covered the window with a piece of cloth.
"That'll do for now," I muttered, clapping my hands. I skillfully jumped into my room and collapsed into bed.
After all the adrenaline and tense situations today, I slept like a baby.
I woke up to the system alarm. Fuck—this system actually had a waking alarm. I tried to turn it off, but the damn thing kept blaring straight into my skull.
Damn. I wouldn't wish this on even my worst enemy. Expected nothing less from an asshole system.
Opening it properly, a red notification blinked at me: the rare gift was about to expire in: 10… 9…
Fuck, rewards can expire? My finger trembled as I opened the rare gift as fast as I could. My vision cleared.
Ding.
Congratulations! Esper Talent Card – Entry Level 2/10.
My mind expanded in real time. I could smell Bella cooking downstairs, feel the dust from the debris, hear the chirping birds outside.
I could analyze every sensory detail as if my brain had just gotten an upgrade. My thoughts raced like a bullet train.
I burst out laughing. Finally—a superpower! The strength boost was nice, but this… this was something magical.
Flicking my finger at my phone, it floated lazily to my lap. I grinned. "Time to find an actual job with this power. I'm gonna be filthy rich."
I grabbed the phone, stood up, and ignored the debris like I ignored all my past messes.
Bella was there, cooking. Damn… I could only resist so much. She was actively seducing me, wasn't she?
Oh—right. I forgot something.
Time to figure out what the hell was wrong with this world.
I sat at the table, Bella pushing a plate of eggs and sausages my way. I opened my laptop and typed:
The fuck is wrong with this world?
The first article popped up, titled "EVERYTHING." I laughed. I really wanted to meet that author.
Getting serious, I browsed through the news. From what I could tell… yeah. I was screwed.
This world was basically like my old one, but with some minor differences. Differences that mattered if, someday, monsters popped out of gates.
Apparently, back in 2013, a massive monster attack had plunged from gates, killing countless people. Those who could enter the gates and fight were called Gifted, and they gained superpowers to take down the monsters.
My body trembled. Humans in this world had it rough. Imagine enjoying yourself in the night… when a monster suddenly jumped at you.
The article explained why the streets had been so eerily quiet last night: night was prime time for monsters to appear.
I sank into thought. Could these monsters have intelligence—like, do they know when to strike when people are asleep?
According to my research, two conditions were required for a monster to emerge from a gate:
1. A high population
2. A small number of Hunters
The monster's strength depended on how many Hunters entered the gate—like some fucked-up video game difficulty scaling. Seriously.
Gifted humans were classified by ranks, from E to Ex.
E-rank Hunters could handle monsters like rabid dogs.
Ex-rank Hunters? Godlike beings. They'd already transcended human limits—some could manipulate terrain, others could even revive the dead.
I paused, envying the girl who could bring people back to life. She must be filthy rich.