Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Shocking Debut (4)
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'Long live defensive Body Enhancers!'
Honestly, I'd been tempted to use one of my four remaining superpower selections out of sheer panic. But the moment I activated my one active skill, Steel Skin, I realized something.
I could take that attack without a scratch!
'This is wild.'
I stared at my gray palm. I wiggled my fingers and rotated my wrist.
True to its name, Steel Skin had turned my flesh into actual steel—a solid chunk of metal. Tapping the back of my hand made a metallic clang, like steel striking steel.
Yet my skin still stretched and contracted smoothly, no different from when the skill was off.
'Anyway...'
I stopped examining it and turned to the Ice Queen slumped on the floor. How dare she hurl something that insane at me? She'd straight-up tried to kill an innocent villain.
...Not that innocent villains exist, right? If there's no crime, it's not a villain.
The thought crossed my mind, but whatever—it didn't matter. What did matter was that this bitch had gifted me a blast of hellish cold.
You receive a gift, you return the favor. That's just common courtesy. I approached her.
'...Black lace.'
Damn, her panties were showing. Black lace ones, sexy as hell. Jackpot for a loner like me.
"Kyaa..."
"...?"
"Kyaaaaack!"
Suddenly, the Ice Queen let out a scream. Finally realizing how terrifying I was—
"Pervert! You fucking pervert!"
"...Huh?"
She started hurling insults at me, calling me a pervert. Oh yeah, that's hot... No, wait, that's not it. Why the hell am I the pervert?!
Covering her eyes with her hand, the Ice Queen yelled,
"P-Put some clothes on, quick!"
"..."
Only then did it hit me—I was buck naked. Well, not entirely; my skintight suit was shredded to ribbons, leaving nothing covered down there.
'Oh shit.'
Did it rip my face too? Hiding my identity was key to villain work. Getting exposed would be a disaster. And the Ice Queen was a hero, no less.
'Dodged a bullet.'
Thank God the mask over my face was intact. When that ice beam poured down, I'd instinctively shielded my face first.
"...Wow."
Looking down, I couldn't stop marveling. No wonder my lower body felt so heavy. There was a dragon coiled between my legs.
Fuck those black guys' stereotypes! From now on, I'm the king of cock size!
I gave a thumbs-up to the beast slumbering down there.
"You crazy bastard, why are you thumbs-upping it?!"
"..."
She caught the whole scene. Perfect setup for the pervert misunderstanding.
"...If you're gonna cover it, at least spread your fingers less. Why are there such huge gaps?!"
"Sh-Shut up! When did I?!"
"You're doing it right now?"
"Th-That's! I mean! Yeah! What if you attack me?!"
Under my grilling, the Ice Queen stammered. She'd called me a pervert, but turns out the real one was her.
"...Ah!"
Then it hit me—a realization I'd forgotten amid this sudden shift to my new world.
This world was an 18+ game!
Dark City was infamous in the underground for its steamy scenes and flashy illustrations. And now I could experience all that raw, unfiltered, not through a screen but for real.
Because the game had become my reality.
"..."
Once it sank in, I finally saw the Ice Queen for what she truly was.
Sure, she was petite, but she was all woman—curves landing right where they should, spilling out where they needed to. Her skintight costume hugged every dizzying line.
Blood raced through my veins, pounding faster. My already impressive member stiffened, growing even more majestic.
'Her tits—no, my dick's the majestic one!'
In that state, I stepped toward her, one foot at a time.
Left side sloshing, right side sloshing.
My crotch was sloshing heavy.
"D-Don't come closer, you pervert fuck!"
Still peeking through her fingers, the Ice Queen spotted the hefty sway between my legs and screamed.
"Deactivate! Igloo deactivate!"
She dissolved the ice walls encasing us. The fortress-like barrier melted away in seconds.
She thrust her hand to the floor, forming an icy slide leading out. Before I could grab her, she zipped away.
"Ah..."
I'd let a trembling bunny slip right through my fingers. Regret gnawed at me, but no big deal. Before she vanished, the tutorial system had shown me her info.
'Han Ji-min, 25 years old, Lv.9 Frost Queen.'
With her name, age, and superpower confirmed, tracking her down was just a matter of time. People with the exact same name, age, and power weren't exactly common.
I could spot her even without the mask.
'Wait for me. Next time, no mercy.'
I steeled myself, imagining the fun ahead.
"There he is!"
"Grab him!"
"Wait, hold up! That guy's butt naked!"
"Pervert! Exhibitionist villain alert!"
"Fuck, is that a dick or a club?! Doesn't matter—kill that bastard! Kill him!"
"..."
Five heroes burst in through the entrance where the Ice Queen had fled.
Each wore a flashy, unique costume. Four hid their faces, but one showed his plain as day.
For some reason, they all radiated pure hostility toward me.
Not that I couldn't guess why they were pissed.
"You idiots! Brain-dead morons! Wage-thieving shit-for-brains!"
"""..."""
A graying middle-aged man barked at his bowed subordinates. The insults were brutal, but not one dared retort.
'That enough?'
"..."
'Damn it!'
Having vented on his team, the middle-aged man snuck a glance at the stone-faced man watching silently, lips pressed tight.
Still no word. The man inwardly fumed.
This whole tantrum was just an ass-kissing show to soothe the guy's mood.
Thirty minutes in, he'd exhausted his repertoire: idiots, morons, wage thieves. That was the peak of his insults.
'What now?'
"D-Department head!"
'Huh?'
One of the scolded subordinates suddenly looked up and called out.
"We let a villain slip, sure, but we caught all the terrorists—that was the original goal, right? The op was a success!"
"..."
'Oh no...'
'That dumbass... knew it.'
'I'm losing it...'
His colleagues inwardly groaned at the bold move.
Why's this guy got balls of steel?
Office life demanded one thing: tact. Tact wasn't rocket science—just chime in when others do, shut up when they do. You'd coast by.
Tragically, this guy had courage but zero tact. He spoke when he should've zipped it.
Sure enough, the department head—who'd been scraping for fresh insults—flashed with rage. No need to invent now; he was genuinely pissed.
Crack!
"Guhhh!"
"What? Op success? Op success?!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Urk! Ack! Argh!"
The head relentlessly kicked the subordinate's shin. The guy staggered back and collapsed.
"Yeah! Op success! Damn right it was! Strategy team burned nights planning it—op had to succeed, you worthless fuck!"
He kept booting the fallen man while roaring.
"Success my ass! We didn't nab the villain! Didn't Strategy account for sudden villains? No counter-plan? And with all those heroes there, one punk slips?!"
"Enough."
Then the silent man finally spoke, voice icy.
Shockingly, the raging department head froze instantly.
"Ch-Chairman..."
"That's enough, Department Head Donas. If we're assigning blame, our guards take the hit—they failed to catch that one villain."
"N-No, that's not...!"
The head panicked visibly as the chairman pointed fingers at his own security.
"Heroes' role was preempting terrorists—scout and snag 'em before they struck. We handled extras. Exception happened; we failed. Heroes succeeded on their end."
"..."
The department head went pale as a ghost.
"So drop it. More importantly—shouldn't we pursue that villain who showed up?"
"Y-Yes... Right. On Hero Association's honor—mine too—we'll capture him."
"Good, counting on you, Department Head Donas. Head out now? I've got work piling up."
"Y-Yes. Sorry for today's mess—thanks for cooperating, Chairman Bal. Hope we keep our good ties."
"Of course. Good ties are key."
The chairman nodded with a smile, and the department head's face lit up.
"We'll take off then. Call anytime if you need anything."
"Sure."
They filed out of the chairman's office.
"Hoo."
Alone, the chairman sank into his seat, deep in thought. Then he summoned his chief secretary.
"You called, Chairman?"
"Yeah, Miles. Cut those clowns off—no more funding. If a single coin goes to those bastards, you're dead. Got it?"
"Understood, Chairman."
"Just to be clear—even if we task 'em, no expense pay."
"Yes, noted."
"Halve Association donations for six months—no, three. Say stocks dipped from this mess; cash is tight."
"Yes, sir."
Miles nodded. He knew why the chairman was furious.
His wife, Stephanie Yu, had been in that terrorist-hit lab.
That's right.
This man was Sanctuary Corp's chairman, Stephanie Yu's husband, Bal Ji-un—father to Bal Jeong-nam.
And the Lv.9 superpower villain Mysterious in the Fog: High Fog.
The Hero Association's department head and staff had been in Sanctuary Corp's chairman suite because a covert op was underway.
Association intel said terrorists targeted Sanctuary Corp. Plan: preempt, wipe 'em out.
When it went down, five B-rank heroes were hidden there to block him.
They hadn't anticipated the Ice Queen's presence—or the mystery black-suit villain.
Worse, knowing terrorists were in the lab, heroes failed to protect Stephanie properly.
Without that suit villain, she might've been gravely injured—or dead.
Watching the whole thing via CCTV, Bal Ji-un had nearly blown his cover and unleashed his powers.