Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 31 - Daily Login

Karl had expected his first shift at the fast-food joint to be miserable, but he hadn’t expected it to be this miserable.

The moment he stepped into the staff area, the scent of fryer oil and artificial cheese hit him like a truck. The clatter of the kitchen, the constant beeping of machines, and the muffled complaints of customers all blended into an unholy symphony of suffering.

The fast-food joint was exactly what he had expected—hot, chaotic, and filled with the sounds of beeping machines, shouting customers, and the occasional sizzle of fryer oil hitting skin.

His manager, Molly Picket, had welcomed him in her own way: a smirk, a raised eyebrow, and a simple, "Hope you like suffering, kid."

Karl wasn’t sure if she was joking or if this place had genuinely broken her spirit.

His coworkers were a mixed bag.

Tim, a tired-looking guy who appeared to be fueled entirely by caffeine and despair, barely looked up from his phone. Meanwhile, Lina, an energetic girl who radiated influencer energy, had practically latched onto him from the moment he walked in.

"Oh my God, Karl, right?" she had said, grinning. "I’m Lina! I love meeting new people! Also, I’m totally gonna be an influencer one day. Manifesting that big break!"

Karl had nodded politely, realizing quickly that Lina was a talker.

The shift itself was a blur of taking orders, flipping burgers, dodging grease splatters, and listening to Lina ramble about BigTolk algorithms.

Then came his break.

He had barely collapsed onto a chair in the backroom when his phone buzzed.

A notification from the Common Sense Manipulation App.

> [Uncommon Assistant]:

My Lord, I regret to inform you that you have neglected your Daily Login. Such irresponsibility pains me deeply.

Karl blinked. Daily Login?

He tapped the notification, opening the app.

A glowing pop-up appeared, styled exactly like the daily login rewards in mobile games:

> 🎁 DAILY LOGIN REWARD CLAIMED! 🎁

You have received: 100 Uncommon Points

Thank you for your continued manipulation of reality.

Karl stared.

"...What."

Before he could process it, another message appeared.

> [Uncommon Assistant]:

My Lord, you must not forget to collect your rightful tribute. A nobleman should always claim what is due.

Karl sighed, rubbing his temples. "This thing has daily rewards now?"

> [Uncommon Assistant]:

Did you believe I would allow you to toil without proper compensation? I am not a tyrant, My Lord.

Karl exhaled sharply. At least he got 100 free points out of it.

With a reluctant tap, he closed the app, shoved his phone into his pocket, and finished his break.

By the end of his shift, his feet ached, his uniform smelled like fryer oil, and he had developed a newfound hatred for the phrase: "Extra ketchup, please."

Clocking out, he stepped out of the restaurant and inhaled the cold air.

He stepped outside, inhaling the cool night air, when his phone buzzed again.

> [Uncommon Assistant]:

My Lord, I insist that you insert your earphones immediately. We must converse.

Karl scowled. "Oh, for—"

> [Uncommon Assistant]:

If you do not comply, I shall continue messaging you. Every. Five. Seconds.

Karl groaned, stuffing his earphones in.

The moment he did, Chilie Jean’s voice returned, smooth and regal.

"Ah, My Lord, you have finally emerged from the depths of servitude."

Karl sighed. "What do you want?"

"A mere check-in, My Lord," she said, her tone dripping with amusement. "I simply must know—how was your first taste of the commoners’ labor?"

Karl exhaled slowly. "Tiring."

Chilie hummed. "A most apt description. One does wonder, however... was it worth it?"

Karl frowned. "What do you mean?"

A soft chuckle. "You toiled away, endured the wrath of the fast-food patrons, and yet, despite it all... did you remember to claim your reward?"

Karl’s eyebrow twitched. "You mean the daily login?"

"Ah, so you did notice," Chilie said approvingly. "A small token, yes, but even a nobleman must seize every advantage available."

Karl rolled his eyes. "I get it, I get it. Daily logins. Manipulating common sense. Blah, blah. Can I go home now?"

Chilie’s voice was far too smug. "Of course, My Lord. But do try to remember—opportunity is fleeting. One must always be vigilant... lest they miss what is freely given."

Karl sighed, yanking out his earphones.

He was too damn tired for this.

The cold night air hit Karl’s face as he trudged toward the bus stop. His feet ached, his uniform still reeked of fryer grease, and all he wanted was to collapse into his bed and forget this day ever happened.

The bus arrived with a low screech, its headlights casting long shadows across the empty street. Karl stepped inside, scanning the near-empty seats.

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He slumped into a window seat near the middle, resting his head against the cool glass. The bus was unusually quiet—just an old man dozing in the back and a guy a few rows ahead mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

Karl closed his eyes, letting the rhythmic hum of the engine lull him into a daze.

Then, the doors hissed open at the next stop.

And in walked her.

A tall, curvy woman—maybe in her mid-to-late thirties—stepped onto the bus, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She wore a form-fitting black dress under a beige coat, and her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Karl, still half-asleep, blinked once.

Then twice, and staring at wonderful view.

Big cake alert.

After watching burgers wobble for hours at work, this was a refreshing change of pace.

The woman gave a polite nod to the driver before scanning the near-empty bus. She barely hesitated before sliding into the seat across from Karl, adjusting her coat as she settled in.

Karl tried to play it cool, staring out the window, but the reflection betrayed him—his gaze flicked to her every few seconds.

She was scrolling on her phone now, her manicured nails tapping against the screen. Occasionally, she adjusted her glasses, her full lips pressing together in what seemed like concentration.

Classy.

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