Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 59 - Glitch and Unpredictable Love

Chillie Jean’s expression wavered for a moment—her digital form flickered, distorting in jagged pixels before snapping back into place. Her smirk remained, but something about it felt... wrong. Off.

Karl frowned. "Chillie—"

Then, her entire demeanor shifted.

She straightened in her throne, lifting her chin with an aristocratic air, eyes narrowing as if peering down at him from an unseen pedestal. When she spoke again, her tone dripped with regal condescension.

"Oh, how delightful. Lord of Fries, protector of the delicate Pussy Queen of Fries, finally seeks wisdom from one as grand as myself."

Karl groaned, rubbing his temples. "Not this again."

Chillie Jean laughed, folding her arms. "Honestly, Karl, your destiny is a marvel. To rise from the grease-stained depths of mediocrity and claim your golden throne among the salted elite. Have you decided on your royal decree yet? Shall we impose a tax on ketchup lovers? Outlaw soggy fries?"

Karl shot her a deadpan look. "Are you done?"

Chillie tapped a finger against her lips in mock thought. "Hmm... No, I think I could go on. After all, a lord must be well-prepared to defend his land. The heathens of Soft Serve may rise against you. And let’s not forget the treacherous Onion Ring insurgents—"

Karl threw a pillow at his phone. Not that it did anything, but the motion helped.

"You’re glitching," he muttered. "You were just about to explain something important."

Chillie Jean blinked. Her regal smirk faltered. The distortion flickered through her again, like a video buffering too fast for the screen to keep up.

Then, she was back to lounging lazily, her tone now more relaxed, as if nothing had happened. "Oh? What were we talking about again?"

Karl exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. "You said something about a punisher. That the Uncommon Developers had something bigger in mind than just manipulating people."

Chillie Jean hummed, tilting her head. "Did I?"

"You did."

She squinted at him, then waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, Karl, darling, you must have misunderstood. We’re merely here to punish ugly bastards with style and elegance. Nothing more, nothing less."

Karl’s eyes narrowed. "So you’re saying this app isn’t meant to punish the world?"

Chillie Jean’s grin was sharp. "Punish the world? Oh, what an utterly dramatic notion." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "Tell me, dear Karl, do you truly believe you are some great avenger? A knight of morality, wielding the sacred sword of common sense?"

Karl stayed silent.

Chillie Jean chuckled. "No, no, no. We simply... refine things. Adjust the narrative. Trim the unnecessary. Dispose of the filth with grace." She paused, then smirked. "Unless, of course, you wish to be more. To take on a grander role. But that would be quite ridiculous, wouldn’t it?"

Karl felt the weight of her words settle in his mind. Something about this conversation felt deliberately misleading, like she was guiding him away from something.

Or perhaps... from remembering something.

He sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "You’re not making sense."

Chillie Jean giggled. "Oh, Karl, darling, you’re the one who makes it complicated. Just remember: we punish the ugly bastards. Elegantly."

Karl clenched his jaw. There was something wrong here. She had been about to say something important, but now she was just toying with him again. Was she glitching on purpose?

Or worse—was something preventing her from answering?

Karl’s phone vibrated, the sudden notification breaking through the lingering tension in his mind. He glanced at the screen, eyes narrowing when he saw Lina’s name pop up.

Lina: Thanks for listening to me, Karl. I didn’t expect you to care so much... let alone love me this much.

His brows furrowed.

Lina: I mean, I always knew you were kind, but I never imagined you’d go this far to protect me from Eric. It makes me feel... safe.

Karl stiffened. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, but he didn’t type anything immediately.

This wasn’t right.

He had stopped the manipulation. Lina should have returned to her original mindset, where she was cautious and hesitant—where she didn’t see him as some savior.

So why the hell was she suddenly convinced that he was in love with her?

A chill crawled up Karl’s spine.

Her memories must have reconstructed themselves in an unpredictable way. The Common Sense Manipulation App had already proven that when a manipulation stopped, affected individuals wouldn’t just "snap back" to normal. Instead, their minds would fill in the gaps—altering their memories so everything still made sense to them.

Lina must have rationalized everything based on the feelings the manipulation had instilled in her. She had felt safe with Karl. She had trusted him. And now, in her mind, that trust wasn’t fabricated by the app—it was real.

And even worse... she had twisted it into something even deeper.

Karl’s grip on his phone tightened. freёwebnoѵel.com

This wasn’t just a minor side effect. If he wasn’t careful, the web of false memories could spiral into something even more unpredictable.

Another message arrived.

Lina: I know I might be reading into things too much, but... was I blind before? Have you always felt this way about me?

Karl exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay calm. He needed to think.

If he denied everything outright, it could trigger doubt, making her memory distort further. If he played along too much, it could deepen whatever new narrative she had created.

He had to be careful.

Typing slowly, he responded:

Karl: I just want you to be safe, Lina. That’s what matters most right now.

A few seconds later, she replied.

Lina: That’s so like you. Always putting others first.

Karl clenched his jaw. This was getting worse.

He needed to find a way to manage this before things spiraled even further.

A slow, deliberate clapping sound echoed from his phone screen.

Karl didn’t even need to look—he already knew who it was.

"Oh, how utterly romantic."

Chillie Jean’s smirking face appeared, lounging lazily in her digital throne. Her fingers drummed against the armrest as she gazed at him with exaggerated amusement.

"The great Lord of Fries," she purred, "has finally found his one true love. And to think, it all started with the way he put the fries in the bag."

Karl groaned, rubbing his face. "Shut up."

"Oh, but how can I?" Chillie leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. "This is precious. A love story for the ages! A man, burdened by fate, carefully places golden fries into their sacred paper vessel. His delicate, calculated touch, his sheer devotion to precision—it was only natural that she would fall for him."

Karl scowled. "That’s not what happened."

Chillie waved a dismissive hand. "Oh please, Karl. Let’s not be modest. Your fry-bagging technique must have been so full of longing, so deeply passionate, that poor Lina couldn’t help but mistake it for true love."

She sighed dramatically. "Ah, the poetry of it all. If only you had placed a few extra fries in her bag that fateful day—perhaps she would have confessed sooner."

Karl rolled his eyes. "Are you done?"

Chillie Jean grinned. "Not even close."

She flicked her wrist, and a floating holographic image appeared beside her—an exaggerated caricature of Karl in his work uniform, carefully placing fries into a bag, his expression one of intense focus. Tiny pink hearts floated around his head. The words "Lina’s Savior" were scrawled underneath.

Karl groaned. "Damn it!"

The Next Day

Karl returned to work at the fast-food joint the next morning, still unsettled by last night’s conversation with Chillie Jean—and even more so by Lina’s strange behavior.

The scent of frying oil and over-salted fries filled the air as he clocked in, throwing on his uniform and adjusting his cap. He moved to the counter, mentally preparing for another soul-draining shift.

Then he heard it.

"Karl!"

Her voice. Soft. Gentle. Too gentle.

He turned to see Lina standing near the drink machine, her usual sharpness nowhere to be found. Instead, she wore an expression Karl had never seen before—warm, almost... affectionate?

"I’ve been waiting for you," she said with an easy smile. "I was thinking... what do you want for breakfast?"

Karl stared. What?

Lina never asked him things like this. She barely acknowledged him outside of work chatter and the occasional friendly ribbing.

"Uh..." Karl hesitated. "I usually just grab something here. Coffee and maybe a sandwich if I feel like suffering."

Lina giggled. Giggled.

Karl nearly dropped the register tape he was holding.

"That’s no good, Karl," she chided playfully. "You need to eat properly. Maybe I’ll bring you something homemade next time."

Karl felt his blood run cold. What the hell is happening?

This wasn’t just the remnants of the app’s manipulation wearing off. Lina wasn’t supposed to be acting like this. If anything, she should have gone back to being her normal self—guarded, a little sharp-tongued, but never this... soft.

Shit.

Before Karl could process further, the front door swung open with a chime.

His instincts flared, and he turned toward the entrance.

And there he was.

The one and only ugly bastard who loved young pussy.

Eric Langley.

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