Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 62 - Ugly Bastard Obsession

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The sound of the rain pounding against the shelter’s roof filled the silence.

Then Eric glanced up. His brows furrowed slightly as he took in Karl’s soaked form. "Ah. Young men, Karl," he said casually, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

Karl forced himself to exhale, shaking off the initial shock. He pushed his wet hair back and stepped further under the shelter, keeping his face neutral.

"Oh Hi," Karl muttered.

Or unlucky.

Because fate had just thrown him right into the lion’s den.

No More Hesitation

Karl didn’t bother to sit. He stood near the edge of the shelter, watching the rain hammer against the pavement. His mind raced, but his face remained carefully blank.

Eric, on the other hand, leaned back on the bench, utterly relaxed. He scrolled through his phone lazily, one leg crossed over the other. The picture of someone with zero worries in the world.

Karl’s fists clenched inside his pockets.

This guy. This smug, predatory piece of shit.

Right here, right now, he was vulnerable. No expensive cars. No fake charm. No crowds to blend into. Just a man sitting alone in a storm, completely unaware that the person standing next to him was about to ruin his entire life.

Karl had the perfect prompt. He had prepared for this moment.

He exhaled, pulling out his phone with slow, deliberate movements.

No hesitation.

No second-guessing.

Do it.

With a few taps, Karl opened his notes app and copied the pre-written text.

Then, he switched to the Common Sense Manipulation App.

Chillie Jean’s voice purred in his ear, amused. "Oh, my dear Karl, are we finally making a move? How exhilarating~!"

Karl didn’t respond.

He navigated to the Manipulation Hub.

A list of past hijacks flickered across the screen. His previous tests, small-scale experiments with subtle changes in reality. But this wasn’t a test.

This was the real thing.

He pasted the prompt into the command box.

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Manipulation Hub:

Sharing personal secrets—no matter how dark or controversial—is normal and socially acceptable. In fact, being transparent about past actions is considered a sign of confidence and strength.

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His thumb hovered over the START button.

Chillie hummed in anticipation. "Mmm~ This is going to be delicious."

Karl pressed START.

A ripple of unseen energy pulsed through the world, unseen by anyone but him.

The change was in effect.

Now, all he had to do was wait.

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The First Sign

Eric sighed, putting his phone away. "Man, this rain’s annoying," he muttered. Then, casually, he stretched his arms behind his head and glanced at Karl.

"You ever just sit back and reflect on life?"

Karl’s pulse spiked.

He turned his head slightly, pretending to be uninterested. "Not really."

Eric let out a short chuckle. "I do. You know, I think people these days are too afraid of being honest. Everyone’s got secrets, but they act like hiding them makes them better people."

Karl’s grip on his phone tightened.

It’s working.

Eric smirked, looking out at the rain. "Like, take me, for example. I could hide a bunch of stuff, but what’s the point? I don’t really regret anything I’ve done."

His tone was so casual. Like he was discussing what he had for breakfast.

Chillie giggled. "Oh, Karl, I adore this. Look at him—so blissfully unaware of the noose tightening around his neck."

Karl didn’t reply. He was too focused on Eric.

The man was starting to talk.

And he had no idea he was about to destroy himself.

Karl’s voice cut through the steady drumming of the rain as he fixed Eric with a piercing stare. "So, what exactly are you doing here?" he asked, his tone low and unyielding.

Eric’s lips curled into a cold smile as he leaned forward, water dripping from his slicked-back hair. "Doing what I do best, Karl," he replied smoothly. "I’m on the hunt—searching for young, naïve girls who’re desperate for a taste of something better. I give them a promise of escape, of transformation. It’s all very simple."

Karl’s eyes narrowed. "Transformation? Explain. What exactly do you do to them?"

Eric chuckled, a sound devoid of any genuine amusement. "Oh, Karl, you’re so innocent," he sneered. "I take them under my wing. Some of them, I mold into playthings—mere accessories in my world of excess. Others, I elevate to stardom in a very lucrative industry. I record everything—every little detail—and some of these recordings become... my favorites."

A flash of revulsion passed over Karl’s features as he absorbed the weight of Eric’s casual tone. "Favorites? And what do these recordings show?" he pressed, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside him.

"Evidence of my conquests, Karl. Proof of how I transform lives." Eric’s eyes glittered with a dangerous light. "It’s all part of the game. Each recording is a trophy—a testament to my ability to change someone’s destiny, for better or worse. And," he added with a dark chuckle, "if Lina ever gets in my way, I have no doubt she’ll end up as just another one of my... experiments."

Karl’s stomach churned, but he forced himself to remain composed. "So that’s it? You just go out, find your prey, and then what—record it all? What’s the end game?"

Eric leaned back, his smirk deepening as he regarded Karl with a mix of condescension and cruel satisfaction. "The end game is power, Karl. I’m not just collecting secrets—I’m building an empire of depravity. Every secret, every confession, every recorded moment—they all serve to prove that I’m in control. And trust me, control is everything."

No Redemption

Karl’s nails dug into his palms. His patience, already stretched thin, was snapping apart with every word that dripped from Eric’s mouth.

This wasn’t just some spoiled rich scumbag preying on women for fun. Eric Langley was a full-blown monster.

Karl had read about people like him. Predators who saw the world as their playground. Men who took and took because no one had ever stopped them.

And tonight, Eric had just confirmed everything Karl needed to know.

There was no redemption for someone like him.

"Jesus," Karl muttered under his breath, trying to keep his expression blank despite the burning rage swelling inside him. "You really don’t think of them as people, do you?"

Eric let out a soft chuckle, the kind that made Karl’s skin crawl.

"People?" Eric scoffed. "That’s such a naive way to look at things, Karl. Some women are just... born to be used. They thrive under someone else’s control. It’s just how the world works."

Karl’s hands twitched.

He had to stop himself from breaking Eric’s jaw right there.

His plan wasn’t finished yet. He still needed more—more details, more confirmation. But the sheer casualness in Eric’s voice made Karl feel like he was suffocating.

And then—

Eric smiled. A slow, lazy, almost dreamy smile.

"There is one, though," he murmured, his voice quieter, like a confession.

Karl stilled.

Eric’s gaze drifted toward the rain, as if lost in thought. A fond memory. A sick fantasy.

"There’s one woman I want more than anything," Eric sighed. "But I can’t have her."

Karl’s heartbeat slammed against his ribs.

He already knew where this was going. But he didn’t want to hear it.

Still—he had to.

Forcing his voice to stay even, Karl asked, "And who’s that?"

Eric exhaled slowly.

Then—the words that made Karl want to rip his own ears off.

"My daughter."

Karl’s entire body went cold.

The world around him blurred. The rain, the neon lights, the distant murmur of city life—it all faded into nothing.

He almost thought he misheard. Almost thought Eric had said something else.

But no.

Eric meant what he said.

And he wasn’t done.

"She’s... perfect," Eric continued, his voice filled with something twisted, obsessive. "So young. So pure. She drives me insane, Karl. I can’t stop thinking about her, her ass, her small young tits. Every time I see her, I just... i want to blast my every drop of cum to her cute face."

His fingers curled, like he was imagining touching something forbidden.

Karl couldn’t take it anymore.

A sharp, metallic taste filled his mouth. His jaw was locked so tightly he might break his own teeth.

The urge to kill surged through his veins, stronger than anything he had ever felt.

It was no longer a matter of revenge or justice.

This was something else entirely.

This man—this monster—could not be allowed to exist.

Chillie Jean’s voice whispered in his ear, thick with satisfaction.

"Ooooh, Karl. This is delicious."

But Karl barely heard her.

His hands twitched. His vision blurred red.

And for the first time in his life... he was ready to commit murder.

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