Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 58 - Uncommon Agenda

Karl finally decided to end the video call.

"I’ll take a look first," he said, keeping his expression neutral. "If I find something useful, I’ll contact you again."

Lina nodded slowly, though hesitation still lingered in her eyes. "Alright... but don’t spread this, Karl. I’m serious."

"I know."

With that, Karl pressed the red button on the screen. The call ended, leaving only his own reflection staring back at him from the darkened display.

He let out a slow breath, allowing his head to sink into the pillow for a moment. He needed to stay focused. Before doing anything else, there was one thing he had to take care of first.

His fingers moved instinctively, opening the Common Sense Manipulation App. His eyes immediately locked onto the Stop button in the corner of the screen.

Click.

The manipulation he had set earlier came to an abrupt halt. Lina would still remember everything, but now, she would regain her natural hesitations, her instincts to guard secrets returning to her mind as if nothing had happened.

Karl exhaled, pushing aside the brief flicker of unease that came with using the app so freely. There was no time for that.

Now, it was time to see what Lina had sent him.

He navigated to the folder, tapping it open. The screen flickered for a moment before loading a series of images and video thumbnails. His gaze swept over them, scanning quickly for anything relevant.

At first, the images were harmless—just casual shots, selfies, or photos that looked like they had been taken from social media. But as he scrolled further, the content shifted.

Lina in more revealing outfits.

Lina in her room, unaware of the camera.

Lina in poses that left little to the imagination.

Karl’s breath hitched slightly. He hadn’t expected to react, but there was no denying it—Lina’s body was... striking. Curves he hadn’t really noticed before suddenly became impossible to ignore. His fingers hesitated over the screen, his mind torn between keeping his detachment and the very real, very visceral response creeping up his spine.

Then—

A familiar chime rang out.

"Oh my, my, my..."

Karl didn’t even flinch this time. He already knew who it was.

Chillie Jean’s smug face flickered onto his screen, lounging in her usual digital throne. She rested her chin on the back of her hand, eyes glinting with amusement.

"The great Lord of Fries finally feels a little spice, huh?"

Karl clicked his tongue, locking his phone and tossing it onto the bed beside him. "Shut up."

Chillie Jean only laughed, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, don’t be shy now, Karl. You were practically drooling over her just a second ago."

Karl ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. "It’s not like that."

"Oh? Then why did you pause?" She tilted her head, grinning. "Why did your fingers linger just a little too long?"

Karl ignored her, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He had more important things to focus on.

The files.

Eric Langley.

And the sick little game that bastard was playing.

Karl grabbed his phone again, tapping back into the folder. He needed to stay on track. Because soon...

Eric Langley was going to pay.

At least, that’s what he thought. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Karl was ready to move forward, to start breaking Eric Langley down piece by piece. But then—

"Oh, you poor, naive fool."

Chillie Jean’s voice oozed with amusement, her digital form stretching lazily across the screen. "Do you really think this is enough?"

Karl narrowed his eyes. "It’s more than enough. I have his face, his name, his connections to Lina. That’s all I need."

"Tsk, tsk." Chillie wagged her finger at him, as if scolding an unruly child. "This is why I’m here, dear Karl. To remind you of reality. And reality is..."

Her grin widened, eyes gleaming with that infuriating superiority.

"This isn’t just your problem."

Karl felt a flicker of annoyance but didn’t let it show. Instead, he exhaled slowly, tilting his head back slightly, adopting a more refined posture.

"That’s where you’re wrong." His voice was measured, smooth. "This is precisely my problem. But even problems require proper strategy."

He leaned forward, fingers tapping against his knee. "I can’t just rush in and burn him to the ground. If I do that, he might escape, or worse, he might have contingencies. No..." A smirk ghosted over his lips. "If I’m going to destroy the Pig King, I need to do it methodically."

Chillie Jean clapped, slow and deliberate. "Oh, how delightfully Machiavellian of you. But before you get too lost in your grand strategy—tell me, Karl, have you even considered the most obvious issue?"

Karl arched an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"That Lina isn’t the only one."

Karl’s fingers stilled.

"Think about it," Chillie continued, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "A man like Eric Langley doesn’t just stop at one. Lina was caught in his web, sure. But what makes you think there aren’t others who’ve already gone too far?"

Karl’s grip on his phone tightened.

"What if there’s someone who didn’t get away?" Chillie Jean purred. "What if there’s already a girl who broke? A girl who—how should I put it?—has already learned to serve?"

Karl’s jaw clenched.

"What if," she continued, voice practically dripping with twisted amusement, "our dear Eric has already tasted the pleasures of multiple little playthings? Different bodies, different holes, all bent to his whims. And you?"

Her lips curled into a cruel smile.

"You’ve only just enjoyed your first MILF."

Karl inhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to remain composed. His mind was already racing through the possibilities.

Could it be true?

Could Eric have other victims—ones who were already too deep in his control? Ones who weren’t just blackmailed but had given in?

A chill ran down Karl’s spine.

If that was the case, then taking Eric down wouldn’t just be about revenge.

It would be about fixing what was broken.

He exhaled, regaining his focus. "Then I’ll find them." His voice was firm, unwavering. "And I’ll make sure Eric Langley loses everything before I’m done with him."

Chillie Jean’s laughter echoed in his ears. "Now that’s the Karl I want to see."

Chillie Jean sighed dramatically, lounging back in her throne. "You know, Karl, this isn’t some cheap hentai plot."

Karl arched an eyebrow. "Obviously."

She smirked. "Oh? Then let me ask you something, dear Karl—what do you think happens when women are forced into situations like this?"

Karl didn’t answer immediately. He already knew what she was getting at.

Chillie Jean leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "Do you really think they all ’break’ and become cock-hungry slaves, like in those filthy doujins you pretend you don’t read?"

Karl clicked his tongue. "I never said that."

"But you thought it," she teased. "Oh, don’t be embarrassed. It’s a common misconception among... let’s say, less sophisticated minds."

She gestured grandly, as if giving some noble decree. "The reality is, not every woman caught in Eric Langley’s web will be completely ruined. Some might be too broken to fight back. Some might still be struggling. And some... some might be angry."

Karl’s eyes sharpened.

"You see where I’m going with this, don’t you?" Chillie Jean’s smile widened.

Karl exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You’re saying I should find all of his victims first."

"Precisely."

"Gather them. Understand their mental states. Figure out who’s too far gone, who still has fight left in them, and—" Karl’s expression darkened. "Who wants revenge."

Chillie Jean purred in satisfaction. "Oh, you do learn quickly. Yes, yes, dear Karl. Before you strike, before you make your move, you need to know what pieces you have on the board."

Karl nodded slowly, his mind already shifting gears. If he could locate other victims, he could build leverage. He could expose Eric in a way that ensured he couldn’t just slither away like the pig he was.

But that also meant he’d have to be careful.

Not every woman would trust him. Some might even defend Eric, depending on how far they’d fallen into his control.

It wouldn’t be easy.

But nothing ever was.

"Alright," Karl muttered, tapping his fingers against his knee. "First step: finding them."

Chillie Jean’s laughter was softer this time—less mocking, more... amused. Like she was watching a child take its first steps into something far greater than it could comprehend.

"Oh, Karl... this is getting so much closer to what the Uncommon Developers had in mind."

Karl stilled. There was something about the way she said that.

He narrowed his eyes. "And what exactly did they hope for?"

Chillie tilted her head, smiling like she knew a secret he hadn’t even begun to comprehend. "You’re only asking now? My dear Karl, you walk their path, wield their creation, yet you don’t even know their true ambition?"

Karl’s grip on his phone tightened. He didn’t like where this was going. "I never cared about their ’vision.’ I only care about what I can do with the app."

Chillie let out a slow, deliberate sigh, as if indulging a particularly slow student. "How delightfully human of you. But since you must know—" she leaned forward, her digital form flickering, "—they didn’t create this app just for you to manipulate a few people."

The air in the room felt heavier.

"They built it to forge something greater. A force the world has long since lost."

Karl’s throat felt dry. "A force?"

Chillie Jean smiled, slow and wicked. "A punisher."

Karl blinked. "A what?"

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