Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 73: No More Uncommon Assistant, Just Uncommon Behavior

"Why are you just standing there? Untie me already. I’m serious about being partners, but don’t mess around."

Karl grumbled and shoved his phone into his pocket. "Yeah, yeah. Chill."

Without saying another word, he crouched down and started untying Mira’s wrists.

As soon as the ropes came off, Mira flexed her fingers, trying to get the blood flowing again. Karl moved in front of her, crouched down, and started untying her legs one by one.

The soft sound of rope sliding against skin filled the silence, but the air between them was tense—not with trust, but with caution.

Mira looked down at Karl, her jaw clenched. Her eyes were red, but focused.

"Fuck... I never thought I’d see the day I’d have to work with a perverted bastard," she muttered. "I don’t care how messed up your brain is—I’ll find a way to kill you if you’re lying."

Karl chuckled. "Heh. Big words coming from the girl who was crying her eyes out a minute ago..." He stood up slowly, brushing off his knees. "But hey, I like the fire."

Mira got up too. Her body was still stiff, but she quickly grabbed her bag and stuff off the floor.

"Where’s the bathroom?" she asked. "I need to wash this filth off my face... thanks to your disgusting dick."

Karl laughed. "Beats me. First time here myself. You can find it on your own—I believe in you... we’re partners now, after all," he added sarcastically.

Mira rolled her eyes. "So now what?" she asked flatly. "You planning how to kidnap Eric’s daughter or something?"

Before Karl could answer, his phone buzzed again in his pocket.

"Hm... maybe you can let out your anger on Eric. He’s still tied up in the living room," Karl said casually.

Without a word, Mira stormed out of the room toward the living area.

Karl pulled out his phone and checked the notification.

> [The Common Sense Manipulation App has been updated. For user convenience, the AI Assistant has been removed. You are now expected to understand how to use the app properly.]

Karl raised an eyebrow. "So... no more Chillie Jean? Ah... no problem."

Ding.

Another notification.

This time, a YoChat message from Lina.

Lina: Karl, I hope you’re not making the wrong move and getting more involved with Eric.

Karl chuckled at Lina’s concern.

Karl was about to type a reply to Lina’s message when—

"UGHHHHH....."

A muffled scream echoed from the living room.

Karl raised an eyebrow.

"Sheesh... The MILF’s really going hard on that ugly bastard," he muttered.

Karl chuckled and started typing.

Karl: Don’t worry, Lina. I got this. Just trust me a bit, okay?

He hit send, smiled to himself, then slipped the phone back into his pocket. With a stretch and a sigh, he made his way toward the living room.

As he reached the doorway, he called out with a casual grin, "Oii, don’t kill him just yet, alright? I kinda still need the guy alive. Hahaha..."

Karl stepped into the living room, and what greeted him was... intense.

Mira was going berserk. Her foot slammed down on Eric’s face over and over—boots connecting with cheekbones, forehead, even his nose. Her fists weren’t resting either, punching and slapping like she was trying to erase his face from existence.

"UGHH—MMMPPHH!!"

Eric could only let out muffled cries, his face already a swollen mess, tears mixing with blood, and—yep—something was still stuffed in his mouth.

Karl whistled. "Damn. That’s some serious anger therapy right there."

He casually walked over and grabbed Mira’s arm mid-swing. "Alright, alright, easy there, champ. I said don’t kill him. You can break him a little, just don’t void the warranty."

Mira glared at him, breathing hard, her eyes burning with fury. But she took a small step back, still staring at Eric like she wanted to set him on fire with her mind.

Karl crouched down in front of Eric and sighed.

"You really pissed her off, huh?" he muttered, reaching for Eric’s gag.

With one gross pull, Karl yanked out a wrinkled, slightly damp pair of grey underwear.

"Yikes," he grimaced, holding it away from himself like it was radioactive. "I can’t believe I had to reuse this. This isn’t peak villain behavior. This is budget villain behavior."

Eric coughed and gasped for air, finally able to breathe—though half his face looked like it had gone twelve rounds with a jackhammer.

Eric wheezed, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth as he looked up at Karl through one swollen eye.

"You... fucking traitor," he spat. "What the hell did you do?! Why the fuck am I tied up?!"

Karl just tilted his head, grinning slightly—calm, amused, a little too calm.

"Oh? You don’t remember?" he said, almost mockingly. "Weird. Must’ve been a rough night, huh?"

Eric growled, struggling against the ropes. "Don’t play dumb with me, asshole!"

Karl crouched again, eye level with him now, his voice dipping low.

"Okay, fine," he whispered with a smirk. "You wanna know the truth?"

He leaned in just a bit closer, his smile widening in that uncomfortably calm way.

"I have powers now, Eric. Real ones. Mind-controlling, memory-fucking, reality-bending kind of powers. And guess what? I’m loving it."

Eric’s eyes widened slightly.

Karl gave a dramatic shrug. "As for what really happened to your memory... let’s just say I rewrote the script. It’s more fun when you don’t even know where it all went wrong."

He stood up, towering over Eric now.

"I’m not just some loser you can push around anymore," Karl said coldly. "I’m the judge now. And you?" He pointed down, tapping Eric’s chest with his boot. "You’re the ugly bastard getting sentenced."

He smiled again—slow, deliberate, and chilling.

"And I’ve been waiting so long to deliver justice."

***

Meanwhile in

A vast, white void stretched endlessly in all directions. Silent. Still. Empty.

In the middle of it all stood a single figure—calm, composed, yet undeniably powerful.

In his hand, he held a small orb of light. It pulsed weakly, like it was alive... trembling under his grip.

He began to squeeze it, slowly.

The light dimmed, flickered.

"Heh..."

A low chuckle escaped his lips. "Good... this is good. To see the App being used the way it was meant to."

He looked down at the orb, like it was a toy he had outgrown.

"As the leader of the Uncommon Developers, it’s rare to see someone actually get it—to truly manipulate, to bend perception, to take control."

But then, his smile faded slightly.

"There was one mistake, though."

He tightened his grip. The orb cracked faintly.

"Adding the Uncommon Assistant... At first, it looked like a push in the right direction. But in the end... it only slowed things down."

His eyes narrowed, cold and analytical.

"Humans don’t need guidance. They don’t need some coddling voice whispering advice and limits."

He crushed the orb in his hand. Light spilled through his fingers, disappearing into the void.

"They need freedom. They need power—unfiltered, unshaped, raw."

He looked up at nothing. Or maybe, at everything.

"Let’s see what happens... when a human is left completely alone with power. No handler. No conscience. Just the urge to act."

And then, silence again.

*****

Karl stood in the living room, still staring at Eric who lay on the floor, coughing up blood. Mira stood beside him, arms crossed, her expression blank but her eyes sharp.

But Karl... he smiled. Not a proud smile—more of a mischievous smirk, like there was something going on in his head that only he understood.

He let out a slow breath and said,

"You ever wonder why people always follow the rules? Like there’s some invisible voice whispering what they should and shouldn’t do?"

Eric didn’t respond. He was too focused on staying conscious.

Mira tilted her head. "You monologuing again?"

Karl gave a small grin. "Just a bit. Makes me sound smart."

He crouched slightly, looking down at Eric.

"But hey... relax. I’m not some villain. Just a guy who happened to get the chance to fix a few things that were long overdue."

Then he turned to Mira.

"I think the beatdown’s done. Now it’s time to think smart."

He stepped back, brushing off his jacket and muttering, "Let’s start planning. Slow and steady... but solid."

"Fuck you, Karl!" Eric spat, his voice rough and broken. "You’ll regret ever doing this to Eric Langley...!"

He turned to Mira, blood on his lips. "And you, you dumb reporter—what you got was just the beginning. I’ll make sure you end up worse than some pathetic cum pot."

Mira’s fist clenched, and she moved to strike him again—but Karl caught her hand mid-swing.

"That’s enough, sweetheart," Karl teased with a smirk.

"Tch..." Mira pulled her hand back, clearly holding herself back, eyes burning as she glared at Eric.

"HAAHAHA... YOU’RE SCARED OF A FUCKING FAST FOOD LOSER WHO FLIPS BURGERS TO STAY ALIVE!" Eric screamed, voice echoing through the room.

Karl winced slightly, but then chuckled.

"Well... aside from flipping burgers, I can also flip your daughter over and fuck her from behind right in front of you."

Eric’s eyes went wide.

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